Chapter 3: Rising Action
The dimly lit den of sin that was Nighthawk's pub was bustling with patrons, despite the late hour. Kash, the shy newcomer, found himself trying to blend into the shadows of the crowded room, his eyes scanning the sea of faces for any sign of the magnetic Sasha.
He stumbled upon her at the far end of the bar, pouring a shot of tequila for a customer. Her tawny locks cascaded down her back in a glossy curtain, and her skin was deathly pale against the vibrant red dress she wore.
The dress hugged her shapely figure, accentuating the luscious curves that Kash couldn't help but admire. A trim waist flared out to wide hips, ending in rounded thighs that pulsed temptingly.
Kash found himself transfixed on her purple-painted lips, which were pursed in a seductive pout. He imagined each soft kiss would taste like the sweet nectar of cherries on his tongue.
He nervously approached the bar, gripping his keys tightly.
She noticed his approach and flashed him a brilliant smile, her straight, dazzling teeth shining brightly even in the dim light.
"Hey there," she greeted, her voice soft and sultry. "First night out and you've found your way here already. Lucky me."
She poured another shot of tequila, sliding it across the counter to the burly man who was eyeing her hungrily. She leaned in closer to Kash, her round breasts pressing against the bar. "Just so you know staring is 20 bucks each time I catch you, so should I go ahead and start your tab?"
She teased, taking the shot of tequila, and tossing it back, she winced but didn't miss a beat.
"Wow, you handle your liquor well," Kash commented, still panting slightly from his earlier encounter with Rachel. Sasha arched her eyebrow and flashed her dazzling white teeth.
"Oh sweetie you have to be good at it here, everyone buys pretty girls shots, and look around aren't I the prettiest one around?"
Sasha said with a wink.
I chuckled and nodded, watching her refill the shot glass for the burly man. "You certainly are," I replied, admiring the curve of her breast and the way her body was being highlighted by the alcohol-infused lights of the pub.
She caught me looking and smirked, her purple-painted lips turning up in a devilish grin. "You're not so bad yourself, but you gotta loosen up a bit." She spun a shot glass on the counter, slid it towards me, and poured a deep amber liquid into it.
"This will help."
I hesitated for a moment, the smell of alcohol wafting towards me, but something about the way she looked at me made me feel like I needed it. I threw back the shot, the liquid burning as it traveled down my throat. I coughed, and Sasha laughed before pouring me another.
"Live a little, Kash." she said, her voice seductive.
I couldn't help but be entranced by her, the way she moved with grace and confidence.
The bar around us seemed to fade into the background, and all I could focus on was her.
She leaned in close, her lips pressing against my ear as she spoke. "Do you want to know a secret?" she whispered, her breath hot against my skin.
I nodded, unable to speak. She pulled back, her eyes gleaming in the low light. "I think you're cute," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.
My heart skipped a beat at her confession. I never expected someone like Sasha to find me cute, especially after just meeting me.
As the night progressed I found myself buying drinks and shots all night, leading to the closing of the bar, I didn't realize just how drunk I was getting until I tried to stand up from my stool. Sasha was there in a flash, a concerned look on her face.
"Whoa there mister," she said, grasping my forearm to steady me, "you didn't eat much earlier and combined with the amount of alcohol you've consumed, I think it's best we get you home."
I shook my head, trying to protest but the room was spinning, and I knew I was no match for her. She helped me stand and guided me toward the door, the cool night air hitting my face and dragging me out of the haze of drink. Sasha clocked out for the night ending her shift a little early, "I can call us an Uber if you want," she offered, her voice low and concerned.
I shook my head, I had walked to the bar after all. "I think I am good to walk, besides I don't want you to have to close up just because one of your neighbors got to drunk to get home, I am not your problem" I said, taking a deep breath.
Sasha furrowed her brow, a frown crossing her face. "You're not a problem, Kash. You're my neighbor. I care about you."
I looked into her eyes, feeling a warmth radiate through my body. I realized that I cared about her too.
"Well, you better hold on tight then," I joked, attempting to lighten the mood. I stumbled slightly as we made our way out of the bar, Sasha's arm wrapping around my waist to steady me. I heard her mumble something under hear breath, it sounded like she was saying if I was sober she would have loved to fuck my face and shoot her hot white load all over my face, I remembered that, and I needed some way of thanking her after we got back to the apartment.
We arrived at the entrance of our building, both stumbling slightly as we waited for the elevator. The ride up to our floor was quiet, and I leaned heavily on Sasha's shoulder, feeling the heat from her body. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, letting the scent of her perfume wash over me. I couldn't help but feel a stirring in my pants as I imagined what lay ahead.
Finally, we reached the elevator, one place of real privacy outside of our apartments and at 2:30 AM I don't think anyone would catch us anyway, so I enacted my plan of gratitude as the elevator doors closed I dropped to the floor, I wrapped my arms around Sasha's strong thighs as I clawed under her dress to finally reveal her shecock, she was already commando underneath. I heard her gasp as I began to worship her, my tongue tracing the outline of her cockhead before diving deep into her slit. I savored the taste of her as I sucked her hard, her thighs trembling against me.
Sasha's hands gripped the back of my head, pulling me closer as she began to thrust her hips. Her moans filled the small space, and I could feel my own arousal growing with each passing moment.
"Kash, oh god, Kash," she groaned, her voice barely above a whisper, as she slammed the back of head against the wall of the elevator and began to piston her hard cock in and out of my mouth, "Fuck yeah, oh my god, I deserve this for taking care of your drunk ass today, fucking take this dick"
I eagerly complied, using every trick in my repertoire to bring her to the edge, savoring every moan and whimper of pleasure that escaped Sasha's lips.
The elevator dinged, announcing our arrival to the seventh floor, and Sasha pulled me up to standing, pushing me forcefully against the door of my apartment, one hand wrapped around my cock and the other gripping my neck, "Fuck inside I want you to finish me off right here and now you got that you fucking bitch", she berated me as she forced me down by my throat back toward her wet hard cock, I eagerly obliged, eager to make her cum once again and satisfying her lust filled desires. With each thrust, my heart raced, the pleasure building up inside of me until I knew I couldn't hold on much longer, my balls drew up tight, my cock pulsing with each thrust of Sasha's hip against my face.
"Kash, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum mmmph" she moaned as she thrust her cock deep into my mouth. I felt her warm release fill up my mouth, and I swallowed every last drop, savoring the salty taste as it hit my tongue.
Sasha's grip around my neck loosened as she caught her breath, her cock still lodged deep inside of my throat. I slowly withdrew, my lips covered in saliva and Sasha's own release.
My cock was throbbing at this point, needing a bit of attention. I glanced up at Sasha, and I could see the satisfied look on her face.
"I knew you were a kinky little bitch from the moment I saw you," she said, her voice dripping with lust and lewdness.
I felt a shiver run down my spine, excited at the thought of being dominated by her in such a way. My heart quickened as she reached down, her fingers wrapping around my rock-hard shaft.
"You've been such a good little boy, let me make you feel good," she purred, before dropping to her knees.
I couldn't believe what was happening, the dominance and control that Sasha held over me turned me on like nothing else. I felt myself losing control, caught up in the wave of pleasure that Sasha was creating.
Her soft, wet lips wrapped around my cockhead, her tongue swirling around me in teasing strokes. I groaned softly as she took me deeper into her mouth, her throat relaxing as she swallowed me whole. As she bobbed up and down on my cock I could feel my impending orgasm, just I felt myself about to release she tightly squeezed the base of my cock and removed her mouth from my cock, bringing her lips slowly toward my ears, "The only way I will ever let you cum in my presence is if I am fucking it out of, understand" as she slapped my sensitive and erect cock, then my face as she stood up and walked back toward her apartment.
I was speechless, still leaning against the door of my apartment as I tried to comprehend what had just happened. I could feel the heat rising to my cheeks as I realized that Sasha had left me wanting.
It wasn't until the next day, as I was walking back from grabbing coffee that I saw her again. She was sitting outside, a pair of sunglasses perched on her nose as she sung an acoustic guitar. She caught my gaze as I approached and her lips turned up into a seductive grin. "Someone looks a little hung over?"
Sasha teased as she continued strumming her guitar, her voice dripping with amusement.
I groaned, rubbing my temples. "I'm never drinking again."
She laughed, a rich, throaty sound that made me want to hear more. "Come on, sit down. You'll feel better after some breakfast and coffee."
I hesitated for a moment before taking a seat next to her. She was right; I needed something to soothe my aching head.
I gratefully accepted the mug of coffee she handed me, cradling it in my hands and inhaling the rich aroma.
"So, did you have fun last night?" Sasha asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she looked at me.
I couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed at how I had acted the night before. "Yeah, I did. I mean, I think I did," I replied, rubbing the back of my neck. "It's all kind of a blur."
Sasha laughed again, "Well I hope you get drunk more often if thats what comes of it," as she continued to laugh and smile with amusement.
I shot her a look, my cheeks warming. "Not like that, I mean–"
But she cut me off with a wave of her hand. "I know what you mean, Kash. Don't worry about it." She leaned back in her chair, sipping her own coffee. Her long black hair cascaded down her shoulders, and her green eyes sparkled in the sunlight.
We sat in silence for a few moments, enjoying the peaceful morning.
The sun had just begun to peek over the horizon, casting a warm glow over the courtyard.
"So, I take it you blacked out last night?" Sasha asked, breaking the silence.
I hesitated for a moment, wondering if I should be honest with her. But something about her made me feel like I could trust her.
"Yeah, I did," I admitted, taking a deep breath. "I don't remember much after we left the bar."
Sasha nodded, her eyes filled with understanding. "It happens. but you really don't remember anything from after we left the bar?"
Sasha asked, her voice laced with concern.
"Not really," I replied, feeling a pang of guilt. "I'm sorry if I did anything to embarrass you or make you uncomfortable." I was lying out of my teeth I had an amazing time with her but I didn't want to put her in a weird spot.
Sasha chuckled, shaking her head. "No need to apologize. I actually had fun with you, even if you were blacked out."
Despite my buzzing head, my heart began to race at the revelation. "R-really?" I stuttered, feeling my face heat up. I knew exactly what she was talking about, and I loved every moment of it, but how do I bring that up as a sober person I thought to myself.
"Yeah," she said, smiling softly. "Maybe next time we just drink at my place instead, it'll be cheaper, and we won't have to walk as far after you get blackout drunk again" she teased me with a smile, her eyes sparkling as if she already knew she had me wrapped around her finger.
I couldn't help but agree with her, the thought of having her all to myself in the safety and comfort of her apartment was incredibly appealing. Plus, I knew that I wouldn't have to worry about tripping and falling all over myself like I did last night.
We finished our coffee and spent the rest of the morning getting to know each other better. I learned more about Sasha's past as a bartender and how she ended up in this apartment complex.