Mystery Man

Running was not part of their plan, over the past years they'd exhausted all the accumulated money and had just enough to pay for their duration in school, though she had a part time job, the pay was nothing more than a shit show.

She pulled out the cheque from her purse and stared at it before making her decision. Not only did she have to do it to earn money, but to make sure their lives went unturned, as much as she wanted to stay away from the man, he had cornered her into making the decision he wanted.

With determination, she dried the stray tear that slid down her cheek and made her way to the shower to freshen up. She got dressed and headed to the club, she needed a drink to quench her of the lingering irritations.

Surprisingly the bar wasn't as crowded as her last visit, there were no long line outside nor was the insider jam packed with sweating bodies, she could fairly count the number of patrons inside and she was okay with it. She didn't need people, she just needed a drink.

"We'll be closing soon" the bartender advised as she sat down.

"Key word, soon, meaning not yet" she mused.

"What can I get you?" he laughed.

"To make it easier on you, just give me three shots of tequila, two shots of vodka and a Mai Tai, I'll pay upfront" she stated.

"Hmmm, you okay?" he watched her as he set up the five shot glasses before her.

"If by okay you mean my life is a shit sure, then sure I am" she muttered, taking the first shot.

"Hmmm… sorry to hear that" he said as he passed her the cocktail.

"Yeah, nothing you can do, but I have a questioned, did you by chance remember seeing a tall man cladded in all black, short hair, mean face?" she inquired, sipping from her cocktail.

"I'd say last night was pretty packed, got a name?" he chuckled.

"The pain in the ass' name is Achilles I believe, dumb name but I'm not his mother so I don't care, know him?" she sputtered out.

The bartender glanced up briefly, a smile growing on his face.

"You can say that, he's a regular at the club, comes here at least three times a week" he answered.

"So, he's not only rude, he's a partying drunk" she laughed out.

"You're one to talk" he muttered as she threw back another shot before sipping on her cocktail once more.

"This is a choice, I can stop whenever I want" she glared.

"Said every addict ever" he chuckled again as he picked up the three empty glasses and washed them.

"You have no idea, I literally just came back from drinking" she giggled as she remembered her first job today, in a few minutes she'd be a horny mess.

"Yes, he's the drunkard, why are you looking for Achilles anyway?" he questioned.

"He offered me a job, I'm looking for him to accept" she sneered.

"And you don't have a number you could have simply called?" he narrowed his eyes in question.

"I don't actu- wait I actually do" she laughed loudly as she pulled out her phone when she remembers the message from this morning.

"Well here is also hiring if you know anyone interested" he stated.

"Really, I would love to have a second job"

"Yeah, we're down two staff members as of recent, if you really are interested I can give you the form to full our" he stated.

"Yes!" she cheered, downing her last shot.

"Okay then just fill this out and I'll send it to our boss" he said as he handed her a clipboard and pen her pulled out from the cupboard behind him.

She scampered to finish the application as most of the information requested were either left blank or shortly answered. As she finished the application the bartender monitored her eyes, eyes that seemed to see the world for how bad it really was and saw nothing but the worst parts of it.

"Wintly" he stated'

"I'm sorry what?" she raised her head and questioned.

"My name is Wintly" he repeated.

"Oh, well I'm Moralys" She said hesitantly before returning the application form.

"That's an interesting name, are you supposed to have morals?" he laughed

"Something like that" she snorted.

"I think the alcohol is getting to you" he spoke, watching as her body swayed.

He skimmed through the application, noticing she barely answered some of the questions asked and information needed.

"I'll pass this on to my boss and he'll contact you" he stated, putting the application in a folder and sealing it.

She could not focus on anything, her body swayed slightly, giggled filled the now empty club as she spun on the bar stool like a child.

"Maybe it's times for you to get home, I'll call a car for you" he voices as he watched her in amusement.

"Greatly appreciated darling" she sang in a British like accent.

"I'll be back" she said as she hopped off the chair and made her way to the washroom to relief herself. Over time her bladder grew weaker the more she consumed alcohol, causing her to frequent the washroom more often than usual.

"Don't you think you've passed your limit" she heard the voice as she exited.

Her shocked gaze noticed the man leaned against the wall, grimacing when her vision finally focused on who it was. Though she was interested in knowing of the man earlier, she was not in the right mindset to face him so soon. Though she did not pass her limits, her mind was still foggy, the sight of the well-dressed man made her nerves rattle in silent excitement. She was deprived, lonely and horny, she did not trust herself.

She clenched her fist and turned to make her leave, paying no mind to the man cladded in darkness before her, however, she did not get far before she was slammed against the wall front first.

"Don't ever ignore me!" he whispered in her ears as he pressed her against the wall, grip firm around her neck.

"Fuck you!" she screamed, feeling the discomfort of her face being squished against the wall.

"You're just digging a deeper grave" he hissed.

"Why won't you me leave alone?" she questioned with a groan.

"You have something I want" he stated, his free hand drifting its way to hold her waist.

She shivered as his hand roamed her body with his teasing touch, she needed this but at the same time she didn't regardless of how the man made her feel, her instincts told her to stay away.

"And what would that be?' she slurred tauntingly.

The wind got knocked out of her when he spun her around and her back clashed against wall.

The man gripped her chin and lifted her gaze to meet his and witness her deprived and wanton eyes, though her stubbornness caused his irritation to rise, below the surface he only wanted on thing.

To ravish her.

"What I want it" he paused, hand grazing across one of her nipples.

Her body jolted slightly due to the unexpected touch. She kept silent as she felt his hand continued downwards.

"is this" he said, hands cupping her core as his head, fell in between the crease of her neck, lips latching on.

Her knees shook as her nipple continued to harden under his touch, breath hitching as she felt the light wetness between her legs. The feeling of his tongue dragging on her neck caused her spine to stand upright as her hands gripped his collar of his shirt.

His finger teasingly ran between her folds.

"And this" he muttered, his other hand hitching one of her legs to his waist and grabbing her ass.

A pleasured gasp left her lips as his finger circled her clit through her underwear, her hold on his shirt tightening and pulling him closer and crashing their lips together in lascivious kiss that acted as the consent they needed to continue.

Achilles was pleased, sober or drunk he did not care as he always got what he wanted and what he wanted was to be buried deep in the woman before him. He couldn't comprehend why the presence of her bothered him, aroused him and tested his self-control.

He was a patient man all round and barely anything phased him, but as of late he barely managed to suppress himself whenever she came into view. At the very moment, lifting her up and feeling her legs wrap around him, his mind was unchaste.

He was no gentleman and cared not if she was sober or drunk, right of wrong did not concern him as his life was wrong from birth.

She mewled in pleasure as he pressed her against the wall, dick pressing firm against her now sensitive vagina, she gripped at his nape, light tugging at his hair to pull him closer.

"What do you want?" he demanded.

"Fuck me" she heaved.

His hands fell under her thighs and hoisted her up properly once more and made his way out of the club with one hand on her ass, the other wrapped around her back and his tongue down the little vixen's throat. He felt the cold breeze as they exited the club and made their way to the car. Opening the door, he dropped her on the cushioned seat, watching in admiration as she propped herself up on her elbow with swollen lips and hooded eyes staring at in up at him in need.

God she's beautiful

A mindless thought came to him and his lips twitched slightly as he climbed in closing the door.