33 - He Knows His Place, Part Two #2
“Any craft beers on tap?” he asked.
“Unfortunately not, but we do have it in the bottle. We have some stouts, lagers, and cream ales.”
“I’ll have an ale. Thanks.”
Jesus Christ, this place is such a piece of shit.
He put a twenty dollar bill on the counter and slid it over to her side of the bar.
“Keep the change,” Jon said with a wink.
He took a sip of his beer, swung himself around to see the rest of the pub, and scanned for any sign of Lillian. None. Nowhere to be seen. He drank his beer and then had a few more, constantly looking for her. When she finally showed up, he was contemplating whether or not to stay.
As she entered the door, he hunched over by the bar so she wouldn’t see him there.
He got a quick glimpse of her, though. She was wearing a tight white shirt that was tucked into a form-fitting short skirt, and black thigh-high boots to top it all off.
Her nipples were poking through her shirt very clearly, and he started getting hard instantly.
Jesus, he thought, three seconds of looking at her, and I’m already rock solid. Ron was right about one thing, at least.
She walked past him, and he caught another whiff of her sweet perfume.
It had to be really expensive to smell that good.
As soon as she walked far enough that she wouldn’t see him staring at her, he watched as she walked away with her back to him.
Her skirt was short—very, very short—but not so short that anything would be revealed.
It was a very suggestive outfit, though.
She was only showing a few inches of skin between the hemline of her skirt and the top of her thigh-high boots.
She wasn’t even showing any cleavage, but she still emitted so much sexual prowess.
Jon downed his beer and decided now was the time to approach her. He was slightly drunk, which would help with nervousness.
***
Lillian was sitting at a high, round table with two chairs.
Her left leg was crossed over her right, as she stared down at her phone.
Jon walked over to her, feeling a bit awkward.
The beers he had definitely didn’t help ease his anxiousness.
His palms were sweaty, and his knees were shaky.
He had never slept with a woman quite so attractive in his life.
Mia was good looking, but there was just something different about Lily.
Maybe it was her attitude that made her all the more attractive.
Lily looked up once she realized a man was standing close to her.
Her face lit up for a second, but it subsided once she realized who it was.
“Oh. It’s you. What are you doing here?” she said, disappointed.
Jon was too nervous to notice he was not the one she was hoping to see.
“H-hi. I, um, I was in the area, so I came here. I saw you were looking lonely. Do you want me to buy you a drink?” Jon said nervously.
Lily could see he was nervous, and she knew exactly why. She swiftly made a plan to play with her anxious little toy—Jonathan.
“Yeah, yeah, that’d be very nice. How about you go fetch it for me?” It was more demand than question.
He noticed a sly smile being suppressed, forming in the corner of her mouth. She looked absolutely gorgeous.
“I’ll have a…,” she started while scanning the menu that was resting on the table and chose the biggest, most expensive one. “A Pan Galactic Gargle Blaster.”
He nodded and scurried off to go grab her the drink. She watched as he walked away and rolled her eyes. Was this really how he picked up women? That’s pathetic. He’d have to do better if he even wanted to consider getting close to fucking her.
Her phone buzzed, indicating the message she was waiting for. She saw it in the notification bar.
New message from Hubby: So it worked?
She opened it up and replied.
Lily: Well, he’s here. Can’t wait to see you later, love love love you <3
Hubby: Good. Have fun, babe. I will see you at the usual place. You know where. Love you.
Another text from an unsaved number: Be there in 10.
Jonathan walked over with the giant drink in his hand. It was a green, blue, and yellow layered drink with lemon and olives attached to the rim, all together in a thick, tall glass. He handed it to her, and she hardly acknowledged him.
Just a simple “Thank you,” without looking up from her phone.
Jonathan wasn’t sure what was going on. Was she not interested? Was she rejecting him? Was that what was happening?
“Sorry, but I have a friend coming in a few minutes. Just wanted to let you know. Thank you so much for what you did for Ron. You have no idea how much it means to the both of us. I know he will make it up to you,” Lily said, pretending to be oblivious of the conversation her husband and Jonathan had about her.
Her lithe fingers traveled up his arm, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
She knew exactly what Jonathan had planned for her.
Ron told her everything. She knew about how badly Jon wanted to fuck her.
She knew that he wanted to use her to be unfaithful with his wife.
It made her cheeks grow red with fury. He wasn’t nearly close to being in her league.
Who did he think he was? Mia was a good, honest, and hardworking women, and he wanted to have an affair with his best friend’s wife?
Disgusting. But she had a plan; she would play dumb for now and lead him on.
“Of course. He’s the best friend I have ever had. I could never sit and watch as his life falls apart. If I am able to help with something, I will. It was nothing, really.”
Lillian checked the time on her phone.
“Oh, shit. We’ll have to cut this short and chat later. My friend’s coming soon. We’ll make plans for a barbecue or something soon!”
Jonathan slouched off in a sullen mood. He assumed Ron had told her about the promise he made as a way to pay back his debts. But if he hadn’t, that was fine. He would try to win her over naturally. Actually, he would seduce her and feel accomplished afterward.
He sat at the bar and ordered another beer.
She had her back to him, so she couldn’t see that he was still waiting for her.
His eyes were glued to her. He checked out her long, sleek hair which fell into the small of her back and shined with red undertones in the light.
Her hair was magical, in a way. It looked darker brown at night, but almost blonde in sunlight.
Ginger undertones in certain light allowed for the color change.
He thought of all the small details he loved about her.
How the right side of her mouth went higher than the other when smiling.
Her brown eyes looked like pools of honey in the sunlight.
Her dainty but long fingers that always had well-trimmed fingernails.
The way her ass effortlessly bounced as she walked.
Fuck. He could feel himself getting hard again.
His thoughts were cut short when he saw a tall black man enter the club.
He exuded confidence and, just by looking at him, one could tell that he could take any women in that bar home with him in a flat second.
Jon’s face burned with envy. The strange man’s arms must have been thicker than Jonathan’s thigh.
He must spend a lot of time in the gym. Jon stopped staring once he realized he could be noticed.
He didn’t want to cause any trouble. A gym junkie like this man could surely fuck him up if he wanted to.
His jaw dropped as soon as he looked over to Lillian. That man walked over to her, greeted her with a hug and a kiss on the cheek, and sat down next to her. Both had their backs to him, but what he could make out was that this stranger’s hand was sneaking its way up her thigh.
Jonathan was confused. What was she doing here with that man?
Was she cheating on Ron this whole time?
His hand was still on her leg, squeezing it occasionally.
Jon wasn’t sure how to process this. Should he tell Ron about it?
Was this just a friend, or was it more? They ordered a few shots from a waitress and downed two shots, one after the other.
Lillian was making direct eye content with the man, a hand gripping his well-built bicep.
She knew that Jon was watching them intently.
She had seen Jon the second she stepped into the bar but she'd chosen not to acknowledge him.
Instead, she let him approach her. She knew he was hard.
She knew he was thinking about her naked body.
He had never fully seen it, but he was imagining it, which added to the appeal.
“So, Marc, do you want to meet me back at the motel?” Lillian said, her hand resting far too closely to his crotch. There was no way he could say no to her.
His eyes would shift down to her breasts every few minutes, and his hand would squeeze even harder each time. He wanted her.
“You know I would love that,” he said, his eyes shifting down from hers to her supple lips.
“You seem particularly horny today, hmm? Did you even notice your hand is so high up my thighs that you are less than an inch away from touching my panties?”
Marc chuckled and lightly ran his fingers up and down her mound.
Her pussy emanated such an intense heat.
Once he moved his fingers lower, he felt her wetness.
He placed his free hand under her chin and pulled her face closer to his to give her a soft peck on the lips.
Lillian tried her best not to give their dirty little secret away; if anyone saw that she was being fondled, they would be kicked out.
It was invigorating, though. She loved public displays of lust.
“Well, so are you, babe,” he whispered, “You’re so fuckin’ wet.”
Lillian giggled. She turned her head to see if Jonathan was still sitting in the bar, waiting for a chance. But she couldn’t spot him. She wondered if he wasn’t into watching her with an alpha male. She brushed it off and decided to focus on Marc instead.