3. Indi #3
“I added that extra one for you.” She smiled, raising the lit cigarette to her crusty red lips.
“Consider it a bonus for a job well done.” I nodded.
“Oh, and Ms. Flowers? Keep that tab open until it’s in the red.
I want to drain every cent from that account until it’s declined and flagged for fraud. ”
I clicked my tongue, knowing damn well what she was doing. “Let me guess…to hook the bigger game?”
She pointed at me, the cigarette between her fingers as she smiled, revealing lipstick-stained teeth. “Bingo. Hmm. It’s not often we get someone like you in here.”
My brow raised. “Someone like me?”
The manager nodded. “Boobs and brains. It’s nice to see there are still a few women like you left.” I tried not to let her remark offend me. “Now, go get ‘em.”
“Yes, ma’am.” I left the office and returned to the back of the club, making my way through the dark hall.
I looked down, opening the pack to pull out the extra party favor.
“I wonder if they still use the same pills—” Someone grabbed my arm, nearly knocking me over as I stumbled in my heels.
I stuffed the tiny bag in my dress as I nearly fell forward into whoever it was who yanked me. “What the—”
“Shhhh. Wouldn’t want anyone to see us, now would we, little sis?”
I looked up at Haze, hidden in the shadows of the dimly lit corner of the back hall. He was smiling, completely back to his usual self, despite being an ass earlier. “Don’t you have drinks to make?” I asked, pushing off him.
My brother’s smile fell as I walked away, adjusting my dress. “Hey..Ind—Kaylan. Hey, stop!”
He tried to grab my arm, but I moved just in time. “Sorry, but I’m fucking busy. So hurry up and make me those shots.” Haze just stood there as I walked away.
What the hell is he thinking, following me back here?
I rounded the corner and took a shortcut, cutting through another mirrored hallway. Only this one was lit with green lights, and away from most of the staff.
I swear…if he blows this for me, I’m going to—
A hand gripped the back of my neck, slamming me into one of the old mirrors along the wall.
I looked in the reflection, seeing my twin tower over me, fuming.
“You know, I can play along out there, but back here.” He leaned in real close, his breath fogging the mirror around my face. “Back here, you’re just Indi…my Indi.”
I pushed my torso from the mirror, forcing him back with a loud groan.
The green hair of my wig spun as I turned to face him, slapping him straight across the face.
He glared at me, his cheek quickly turning red while I struggled to breathe in the damn dress.Haze smiled, stepping closer.
“Is that all you got?” My back hit the mirror as he pressed into me.
“Don’t hold back now, little sis. Hurt me. Punish me for the way I behaved.”
Without hesitation, I slapped him again. But this time, he licked his lips, wanting more.
You’re fucking crazy.
He reached out and gripped my throat. “Stop,” I breathed, excited by how rough he was being. “We can’t risk getting caught.”
Haze’s smile only grew as he tilted his head. “Then I guess we better hurry.” His mouth slammed into mine, smudging my lipstick. I tried to push him back, but he pinned my arms against the mirrored wall, holding me hostage.
Fuck…I can’t fight him. He’s too strong…and I–I like it.
His mouth moved from mine, leaving me gasping for air as he kissed my neck, his tongue gliding along my skin. “Ahh,” I moaned, feeling buzzed from the ambience and risk of being caught. “Stop,” I half-whispered.
Haze bit my collarbone faintly, and I cried out.
Fuck…we better be quick.
As if reading my mind, my brother lifted me into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist. He stared into my eyes, the emerald of his irises peeking through the dark contacts. “Grab on.”
“What?” I breathed.
His eyes rose as I followed them, noticing a low-hanging pipeline. “Is it safe? “ I asked, looking back at him.
“Only one way to find out.” He smiled, raising me higher in one quick motion, until my legs were resting on his shoulders.
“Hold on, little sis.” As the words dripped from his lips, he pushed me back into the wall, my back hitting the mirror with a loud gasp.
I gripped the thick pipe, curling my fingers around it, holding myself up as he forced my thighs apart.
He buried his face against my pussy, wasting no time as he wiggled his tongue through my slit and inside my body.
“Ahh!” I gasped loudly, arching against the wall and further into him.
My hands gripped the pipe tighter, using it to rock against his face as he devoured me.
“Fuck…fuck!” My pelvis rubbed against him, my walls tightly constricting around his hot tongue as I wept into his mouth.
He showed no restraint, eagerly fucking me with his tongue.
Sweat rolled down my face, the wig shifting on my head while I did everything I could to try and force my impending orgasm back.
But he just felt so fucking good, and I was still reeling from the way we’d left things the night before.
Fuck.
My whole body began to tighten, winding up as I struggled to breathe. My thighs squeezed around his face, clutching him close. I gasped, moaning loudly.
“That’s right,” Haze growled into my pussy. “Come for me, little sis.” His words rippled through my core, sending a shiver up my spine until I couldn’t fight it any longer.
“No,” I whined.
“Yes,” he growled, gripping my ass. “Don’t you dare try to fight it.”
He pressed his tongue deeper, gliding against my G-spot until I finally snapped, crying out as my walls contracted, pulsating around him.
“Fuck! Ah! Ah, no! No!” I began to come, hard, my pussy completely soaking his face as I felt my excitement drip down my bare thighs.
“Oh fuck!” My heart raced from how good he felt.
I reached down with one arm, knocking his hat off before tugging at his black hair, grinding against him.
He continued to fuck me, slurping my wetness as I rode that wave, dragging my orgasm out.
After a few more minutes, I finally calmed down and leaned back into the mirrored wall, panting from how intense my orgasm was. “Fuck,” I breathed.
Haze slowly pulled from inside my body, leaving me gasping and flinching as my wetness strung all over his shirt, making a huge mess.
He looked up at me, grinning. “Still mad at me?” He slowly lowered me down, helping me to my feet.
I wiped my lipstick from his face as he tried to lean down for a kiss.
“Uh-uh.” I raised my hand and stopped him.
His whole attitude dropped, and he looked at me, confused.
I adjusted my dress, wiping as much as I could from my thighs.
He tried to kiss me a second time, but I stopped him again.
“Sorry, Bud. But I have to get back to work.” His face tightened at my words.
“Besides.” I stepped towards him. “Bad boys don’t get to come…
remember?” I winked and brushed past him.
“I hope you have a backup shirt, ‘cause that one is a fucking mess.”
Haze called after me as I watched his reflection in the mirrored wall. “We’re playing games now, huh?”
I reached for the door, turning to look back at him over my shoulder. “You started this, big boy.” I grinned at him.
Haze crossed his arms, enjoying my taunts. “Just remember, payback’s a bitch.”
“It is…but so am I.” I swung the door open. “Oh, and I’m waiting for those shots!”