CHAPTER 22. A PORN BAR
HARA
“But – but that's against the rules. You do know that, right?“ I asked skeptically.
“I do, and I'm so sorry for putting you in such a hard spot, but I have no choice. I need to be home. I need to be with my child,“
“Isn't there someone else who can cover for you? Someone from your floor,“ Quizzing her so much seemed to be getting her more agitated. I couldn't help but feel bad.
“We all got the same shift. I wasn't early enough to meet those whose shifts already ended.”
“What about a friend–“ I got cut off by the constant buzzing of her phone. Her eyes lit in agony and she was looking up at me again.
“Please, dear. My son's just 8 and he's got a walking disability. And did I forget to mention that he's alone? I can't be with him all the time, but in times like this, I should be by his side,“
“Don't you have a nanny or someone who'd attend to him till you get home?“
“It's just my Mum. But she's old and got dementia. Not much of a help. Please, dear. I know you're yet to have kids, but someday you will, and you'll understand just how terrible I'm feeling right now,“
Her words tugged brutally at my heartstrings. Hearing her talk about having kids made my baby give me a little kick. Or so I thought.
“Please, help a sister, will you?“ She rubbed her hands together. “Please,“
I had so many questions about her approaching me. She barely knew me and we aren't acquainted in any way. Out of the thousand workers here, why did she have to choose me?
But my million unanswered questions slid to the back of my mind. They didn't matter anymore. No one says I had to wait till I became a Mum to be able to help her out. She needed this. I'd die of guilt if I denied her my help.
“Okay,“ I heaved, finally giving in to her request.
She beamed at my reply and grabbed my hands. “Thank you. Thank you! Thank you so much!“ she was literally jumping on her toes like a little schoolgirl.
I laughed at her childish display of happiness. “It's my pleasure,“
She gave me a quick briefing on her job. Turns out she was a waitress, unlike me who only preferred to stay behind the counter.
Though I've never had much experience as a waitress, I watched Shilah do her job as a waitress back when she was still here. So it didn't seem like much of a feat.
Not until the elevator door binged open and I was staring at a world I never knew existed in the building.
“OMG!“ The gasp quietly crept out of my slightly parted lips. It was too late to back down. And I do not go back on my words. But damn, what is this place?!
Lilian might have briefed me about her job but she left out the most important part of it. This wasn't like the first floor where I worked. This was different – an actual porn bar.
The level of nudity displayed here was enough to get any prudish person throwing up. They were putting it all out, it was crazy.
My slow steps led me into the massive hall which glistened from the bright neon lights shining from the chandelier.
The jazz music blaring from the speakers was deafening. Strippers rocked their poles with so much expertise and flair.
I was awestruck at the different moans and screams that came from all sides of the hall. They were moans of the ladies that were getting fucked. And the grunts and guffaws came from the men who were having the time of their lives.
I spotted a few lesbians who were licking each other's pussies and teasing their boobs.
And there was the section for BDSM lovers, hardcore fucks. Gigantic men clobbering tiny girls, pinning them to the wall, and fucking their pussies with their huge dicks.
I felt a retch deep down my throat as a slim blonde was bleeding from her mouth, but was still fucked in both holes by two muscular men. Her head was pinned to the ground and one of the men lay under her, thrusting into her pussy. The other one held her hips and was thrusting hard into her asshole.
Watching her get assaulted brought a quick flash of my abusive mate, Roland. How much he'd done to me, how much agony I'd endured in his hands. But the big difference should be that I didn't like getting abused. But the girl seemed to be loving how rough they were handling her.
I gulped past the retch in my throat and hurried to the counter. A goth female bartender was behind the counter and she was serving drinks to the men seated at the counter. I decided against interrupting her and just waited for her to finish instead.
”Oh…fuck, you so delicious little bitch!“ A male surly grunt jolted me into looking at my side.
On the bar stool next to me sat a lanky man, who was naked, like literally naked. He was straddled by a red bimbo who rocked her hips expertly against his groins. Her hands were wrapped around his neck and her big boobs were squashed on his chest. She was having just a thin pink laced clothing around her waist. Other than that, she was as naked as the man.
For a second, I doubted if they were actually fucking. But my doubts left me when I saw his dick slide out of her hole and she guided him back inside of her. His fingers went inside with his dick, and she screamed like crazy.
Holy shit! Why would anyone create such a place? Had to be someone who had a high sex drive. Almost immediately, I remembered who that someone was, recalled my few encounters with him and it had my pussy dripping wet in my panties.
I shut out the thoughts of him, refusing to wreck my newly-found peace of mind.
“Excuse me,“ I said, trying to get the bartender's attention. She glanced my way but went back to mixing her drinks. She was rocking her body to the beat of the music.
I gestured at her again and was beginning to feel frustrated and uncomfortable as she wouldn't look my way.
“You listen with your eyes? 'Cause I don't.“ she glanced my way, dramatically shaking her head. “Say what you want, bitch. Ain't got all day,“ her gaze was back to the drinks and the men.
“Oh…okay. Uh…I'm here to cover for Lilian.“ I said, hoping to God that she would be of help.
“It's about time,“ She scoffed and slid a tray of five-shot glasses my way. “Table 15,“ She gestured and I followed with my gaze.
There had to be some mix-up somewhere. The table she gestured at had a stripper –judging by her outfit – sprawled on it. A pot-bellied man was thrusting inside her with an average, sized dick.
I could make out her harsh words. She was dissing him for having such a small dick and being unable to hit her most sensitive part.
“Where do I place the drinks?“ I turned to the bartender in confusion.
“I don't know. Spill it on her. Rub it on his dick. You gotta figure that out on your own,“
Rub it on his dick? She's nuts!
Frustrated, I carried the tray and squeezed past the crowd of fuckers and dancers.
Halfway to the table, I was accosted by a muscular, grey-bearded man. He wrapped his arms around my waist, almost spilling the drinks.
“Let go of me!“ I struggled to free myself from his crushing hold.
“Yeah, bitch. I love a feisty pussy,“ He growled maniacally and with no heads-up, he slid his hand into my skirt.
I jerked from his hold but lost my balance and the drinks spilled on his shirt.
”Stupid bitch!“ He barked, smacking me hard on my cheek.
The slap came with a raw force that sent me crashing into a table and aiming for the ground. I shut my eyes, saying a quick prayer for my unborn so I don't get another complication from my incoming fall. But I never got the fall.
When I finally opened my eyes, I realized I'd fallen into strong arms. Striking brown eyes were staring down at me.
Alpha-Prince! My heart was in a frenzy and his name resonated inside of me, awakening all my nerves.
It made no sense that I was this overwhelmed and ecstatic with him this close to me.
But the smiles that lit his face had my brows creased in confusion. The ongoing frenzy in my heart died down.
This wasn't the Alpha-Prince.