5. Sabrina
5
Sabrina
A fter finalizing the latest file, I have time for myself. Raph is blaring music throughout the club. It is just him and I here. I gave everyone else orders to stay home. It helps me feel like I’m not keeping anything from them and less of a chance for me to speak up about the shit I am dealing with.
The pounding bass and lyrics pull me in. He is my brother, and I shouldn’t have talked to him as I did. But damn, that motherfucker gets under my skin, and he knows it.
I step away from the file and desk I’ve been sitting at for hours and join Raph in the main room.
“Ah, have you changed your mind, hermano?”
“Shut up and pour me a drink fucker.”
“Ai. Ai. Cap.” I shake my head in annoyance but also with a smirk. Raph stands, walks over to the bar, pours me a glass of our finest bottle of Don Julio, and throws a little umbrella in it to annoy me even more.
“Fancy. Maybe we should make you the club’s bartender instead of a shit-head demon spawn.”
He laughs. “You got jokes.”
“We can easily take a vote on it.” Raphs smirk quickly changes into a more serious demeanor.
“Oh? Hit a nerve, did I?”
I slam back the glass of freshly poured DJ, not even making a face. I’ve been drinking since I was eight years old. My dad left an open bottle out on the table while he went to attend business. When he got back, I was drunker than a fucking skunk, lying on the living room floor, giggling from how the room circled around me. As for everything else, it was all a blur. Over the years, drinking became a part of my life, a way to cope with the chaos around me. The taste of alcohol was both a comfort and a curse, numbing the pain but also blurring the lines of reality.
I slam down three more glasses and go shot for shot with Raph. This man does not know when to stop. My vision is absolute shit, but I feel good. I feel free. The song “Animals” by Maroon 5 started blasting through the club’s room. One glance over, Raph is hyped up and singing along to the lyrics by heart.
I miss moments like this. I wish shit could be different, and I’d have Esmé here and in my sight, probably being drowned by her laughter or her need to mother me sometimes. Life always throws curve balls, but it’s all different this time. This time, I have to think more carefully. I need to follow through with all of the files carefully and thoroughly. Making smart moves because it’s not just my life at stake. It’d be the ones I hold close. It’d be Esmé.
The summer is almost over. Autumn begins to creep in. Marklov has lightened the load on me a shit ton. However, the tasks are getting dirtier, causing me to need to be more stealthy. But I refuse to let the shit get to me.
It’s just Raph and me jamming to a mix of our childhood tunes and laughing while he dances around and sings like an idiot. But that is my brother from right there.
A loud knock disturbs our fun. Raph looks over at me. A look that says, “Don’t be mad, but I did something.”
I reach for the music control and turn it down, pinning my attention to the area where the club’s door is. Laughter fills the area as Raph lets out a sly “Ladiessss!”
Shit. Here we fucking go. Why?
“The party is in here, ladies, come on in.”
Raph gestures them inside, and two gorgeous women step in before him.
I am not doing this. I change my focus down to my glass and sip on my new drink. My vision is still shit, and I hope that I am holding myself together well. I glance up seeing one of the women eyeing me with a slight and shy smirk.
Does he think I’m going to fuck one of these women? He’s got me absolutely fucked up. I don’t… I mean, I have the urge to, but I’ve never gone farther than getting a fucking hand job. This shit is a distraction. I should have known better than to go shot for shot with Raph. That motherfucker is a Goddamn menace to society.
“Don’t be shy, take a seat. My lap is open, and so is his.” Raph gestures over to me. I squint my eyes in disapproval, and even though I know there are only three of them, I see six. It’s like a fucked up kaleidoscope that I am looking through with drunk goggles.
One of the women starts to approach me, her heels clicking rhythmically on the wooden floor, each step echoing in the dimly lit room blaring music. I can see her silhouette getting closer, and I muster the strength to shake my head, trying to convey that I’m uninterested.
“I’m all good, amor,” I manage to say, though my voice is a bit slurred.
As if on cue, a burp erupts from the depths of my gut, resonating with a sound that could only come from the pits of hell. My stomach churns, begging me for water, and I realize just how dehydrated I am from all the drinking. The room seems to tilt slightly, and I grip the table’s edge to steady myself.
I muster the strength to get up and get myself a glass of water. After downing one, I go for another one and splash the cold water on my face to snap me back to reality. It helps a little. It’s like I am in a dream. I am aware of my surroundings, but the things I think that I am doing are all sorts of fucked up.
Raph is devouring the other chick as if he is in a room alone with her and letting out his freak side. Good for him. My eyes could have gone without seeing that, though.
“Sabrina” a woman’s voice cuts in.
“Excuse me?” My eyebrows raise.
“My name, it’s Sabrina.”
“Oh, okay, Sabrina, I didn’t ask.”
“Are you always like this?”
“Like what?” I let out, my eyebrow standing at full attention in curiosity.
“Like a dick head. Someone who can’t let their guard down for two damn seconds to fulfill some desires he may have. Your buddy over there is having a grand time while you are over here looking like a sour puss!”
“Watch your tone with me, little lady. You don’t know anything about me.”
“I’ve been here five minutes and know that you’re nothing but a dick head.”
I grunt. Making the mistake of shaking my head. The room blurs for a long moment. I squint my eyes in annoyance.
“A dick head? That’s the impression you got in five minutes? Damn, I need to work harder so people know I’m…much, much more than a dick head. I have layers. I am not someone anyone should be around.”
“I want you around right now. Look at me. I am more than dressed up enough for you to want me. Do you know how cold it is getting outside? Keep me warm, papi.”
Shit. I lean against the counter as Sabrina pins me in. She begins rubbing on my cock, touching her soft lips to my neck, trailing up to my ears.
“Just one night. Tonight. You can do whatever you want. I want you to relax and be free from whatever is happening in your world.”
My cock grows harder as she keeps stroking her hand over my pants, grabbing my growing length. I don’t have to fuck her. I can just use her as motivation and release my load on that pretty face of hers.
I glance over at Raph, who’s got his hand up the chick’s ridiculously short skirt, especially considering the weather outside. Seriously, one wrong move, Sabrina and I will be going to see what she’s got underneath. On cue, she shifts to straddle Raph. Her whale tail is showing, and it’s clear her thong is cheetah print. I hate cheetah print. Why? That’s a story for another day. Let’s just say one of my tias was overly obsessed with it. Bile starts making its way up my throat.
Fuck it, I slam back the remaining liquid in my glass cup. The alcohol no longer stings on the way down. It’s numb. I am numb. My cock is throbbing, I can feel that, and it’s calling out to me, demanding me for attention. It is a needy little thing.
I lock eyes with Sabrina once I pull her off of my neck. The look in her eyes shows mixed feelings of fear and curiosity. She doesn’t want anything other than a good fuck. I am not blind. She’s horny, and I could smell the arousal as they both walked in the door. One thing is for certain. She won’t be getting fucked with my cock. I have other plans.
I grab the back of her head, my hand intertwining with her hair. She lets out a moan. Pulling her back, I look over to Raph, who gives me a side eye and a wink and tells me to do my thing.
Deep breath in. Deep breath out. I pull myself together, throw Sabrina’s petite body over my shoulder, and head towards one of the vacant rooms in the club.
“You asked for this.”
She lets out a giggle. “Yes, papi, I did. Now take me.”
I set her down on a table where the majority of the club makes major decisions and plans shit out. She begins to unbutton my pants, and my hand grabs hers, stopping her in the process.
“Ah, ah, ah. So needy, aren’t you? Little Slut.” I release her hand as our eyes lock on one another.
“You said this is for me. Now sit there and let me do what I got to do.”
I take a deep breath to gather myself, trying to steady my drunk movements and thoughts. She’s grinding and rubbing herself, moaning for my attention, clearly wanting more. If I were a guy like Raph, she’d definitely be getting pounded to hell and back right now. But I’m not him. I’m something different, maybe even worse in her eyes. I have my principles, and I won’t sleep with someone I don’t know or respect, no matter how tempting the situation might be.
I let out a groan and pull myself away. Shaking my head in disapproval.
“I am not in the right state of mind for this. I don’t want to hurt you, chica.”
“Are you Gay or something?”
I laugh.
“Just because I don’t jump into your pussy with excitement does not make me fucking Gay.”
“Prove it. I don’t care what you have to do to me. Just fuck me.”
Those inviting words just fucked herself over. She doesn’t know it yet. I am drunk, pissed off at shit going on in the world, and have some dark thoughts of what I would do to her in a moment like this.
“Spread your legs.”
“Oh, commanding, I like a man in charge.”
“Shut the fuck up and spread your legs.”
She leans back, doing as I say. The look on her face is a mixture of arousal and concern.
I pull my gun out, emptying it completely. At this point, it is just a shell. Sabrina’s eyes widen at the sight.
“What the hell are you doing!?”
“Sh, sh, sh. Don’t worry. Remember you asked for this, and I am sorry, but I don’t fuck strangers with my cock.”
“You’re going to fuck me with a gun!?” She yells out.
“That I am, now lay back and be a good slut. You want to be fucked, right? This is how I am going to fuck you.”
“Please don’t hurt me…”
I grin. “No promises.”
Sabrina spreads wide for me. Her cunt is dripping with need. Slick like it’s coated in fresh honey. The urge to say fuck it and dive in plays in my mind. I am better than that, though. I can control my thoughts of temptation.
I trace the barrel of my gun up towards her inner thigh. She flinches at the touch of the cold steel. Her eyes squeeze shut, and her cheeks are rose-red.
She begins to bite her lower lip, relaxing herself just slightly.
“That’s it, relax. Everything is okay.” I explained to her.
The club has a stock room filled with necessities. Even condoms, I grabbed one on the way in here. I pull the golden wrapper up to my mouth and bite it open.
“Stay still,” I command.
I put the condom over my gun before I go any further. Safety first. Right?
I place my pistol back onto her pale skin and begin making my way in between her honey-covered lips, spreading her even more open for me to see.
My cock is rock solid, throbbing, and bulging against my zipper. With my free hand, I reach down to finish unzipping my pants and lower my boxers, letting my shaft spring free. My gun doesn’t leave her body.
“Spread open more for me.” Another command.
She does as she’s told. “Good girl.” I let out in satisfaction.
I trace the barrel of my gun around her bud and down to her entrance. She clinches again, her body reacting to my touch. Her hole flexes, waiting for something to intrude it. I give her another tease around her bud before taking the barrel and inserting it inside of her.
She moans loudly in satisfaction. I grab my cock and begin stroking at the same pace as the gun that is now going in and out of her. Her moans are fucking hot. No porn star could ever compare to this chick.
Sabrina begins grinding into my gun, begging for me to go deeper. She picks up her pace, reaching out for me and touching my chest.
“Oh fuck, yes. Give me more!” She demands.
I push her back down, moving my gun at a controlled speed. Her grinding and moaning has me beating the hell out of my cock.
She is getting so damn close to coming.
“Come for me.” I give yet another demand.
She’s almost screaming in ecstasy.
Her back arches up and down, her legs begin to shake, and her words become a scrambled mess.
“Good girl, just like that. Let it go.” I let out.
I stop the gun from fucking her any longer and yank her up by her hair.
“On your knees,” I command.
She hurries down, doing as she is told. I lay my gun on the table and begin focusing on my release. Sweat covers my body, and Sabrina reaches up to grab me again.
“Don’t fucking touch me and just sit there.”
A look of concern and confusion stares back at me.
“Close your eyes,” I demand.
Her bottom lip puffs out in a small fit.
My body begins to jar. I tilt my head back and squeeze my eyes shut. Grunting at the release that is soon to come. My muscles tense, and sweat becomes more evident, dripping from my chest to my torso.
“Fuck!” I moan out.
Stroking in a repeated and equal rhythm, my pre-cum drips out even more. I glance down, and Sabrina’s face goes from being piqued to her jaw being extended open, waiting for my load to hit her. In just a handful of pumps, my load meets Sabrina’s face. Shooting its web all over her. My chest heaves up and down as I stand there looking at the ceiling.
Sabrina is making small moans as she licks my load off of her lips and wipes more into her mouth.
“Was that Gay to you? Dirty Little One.”
She giggles. I reach over and grab some paper towels that sit on the table.
“Clean up. I got to go.”