Margo's Night (Interracial Erotica)

Margo’s Night: Apple Bottom Series (Interracial Erotica)

Violet Williams

Published by Quiver Publishing

Copyright 2012 Violet Williams

It’s Friday night, and when Margo Jones heads out with her friends, she’s sure it’ll be another night of watching them rack up the guys while she watches from the sidelines. A spilled drink will lead her to the arms of a trifling man that almost makes her give up on finding someone that would want her for her—until a chance meeting with someone new makes her feel beautiful in her own skin.

Margo’s Night is an interracial erotic short story clocking in at 6,281 words. It contains explicit sexual content and is for adult audiences only.

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Margo Jones stood beside her perky friends, feigning excitement. They had a reason to be pumped for the night that lie ahead of them. They had a reason to sway their hips from left to right as they inched forward in the line stretched in front of Buckwild Saloon.

Her friend, Kerry, wore a spaghetti strap tank and skinny jeans that only rail thin girls could get away with. Her other friend, Liz, wore a crimson dress that fell just below her bottom and a pair of self-proclaimed "fuck me" boots. Both girls were textbook examples of the hot girls that guys go to clubs hoping to score with.

Margo was less assuming, wearing a polka dot tunic with shirring that was supposed to camouflage her ample belly and draw eyes to her cleavage instead. What she lacked in the toned tummy, hell, toned body department, she made up for in the boob department. She’d coupled the tunic with leggings and strappy heels. Not that it mattered. She’d always been relatively popular, with lots of girlfriends—boyfriends, not so much.

As far back as Margo could remember, she'd had a thing for white boys. She had no problem pulling the gangsta types, but she craved a nice preppy guy with deep eyes that she could fall into.

As they finally reached the bouncer, a bulky man with an orange tan, he leered at her two friends, licking his lips. "How are
you
ladies doing tonight?"

Liz gave him a curt, dismissive nod as she forked over her ID. She was the opposite of Margo, zeroing in on black guys like a heat seeking missile.

Kerry drunk up the attention as she saddled up to the bouncer. "
Much
better now." She twirled a dark strand around her finger before she handed him her ID.

He glanced at it, then handed back Liz's. "Y’all are just babies! 21 years old."

"Babies!" Kerry hissed, giving him a playful shove. "If you get a break, maybe you should come inside and I'll show you how grown up I am."

Margo's caramel skin turned two shades darker. Partly because Kerry was draping all over the guy, partly because the bouncer was doing a thorough job of completely ignoring her.

He barely even glanced at Margo’s ID, then in an all-business tone grunted, "You're good to go."

She snatched her ID, putting on a brave face as Kerry roped an arm around her and pulled her into the pulsing bar.

Buckwild Saloon had two floors. The first had a bar lined with the usual suspects, an expansive dance floor, and a mechanical bull that sat forebodingly. The second was mostly standing room, where folks could chill and have a bird’s eye view of the main floor.

It was Friday night, so it was decently packed. Margo envied Kerry's giggle of delight. Most of the men that filled the room were achievable goals for her. Margo would be lucky if some rusty old dude with a black girl fetish tried to awkwardly bust a move up on her.

Liz shepherded them to the bar, her golden hair flapping to the beat. "A little liquid courage?"

Margo nodded her agreement. A screwdriver or two would make the inevitable night of watching her friends snag guys easier to swallow. She saddled up to the bar and had to double take when she saw the guy pouring the booze. The bartender looked like something out of an Abercrombie and Fitch catalog. Golden skin, but not overly so, a muscular frame beneath a black button down shirt and dark wash jeans that fit him as seductively as sin.

"Hey sexy!" Kerry said loudly, waving at him. "A round of drinks for me and my girls!"

Margo's eyes went wide when he looked over with a frown. When their eyes met, his face softened and he smiled, a dimple setting in his right cheek. Her heart stuttered in her chest. Was he smiling at her?

Liz slid up beside her. "He's cute for a white guy, huh?" She gave Margo a nudge. "I think he just smiled at me."

Margo mentally shook herself as she broke her gaze from his. Of course he was smiling at Liz. This was gonna be a long night.

"I'm gonna head to the bathroom, okay?" she said to her friend, leaning in so she could hear her over the booming music.

"K,” Liz answered, not even giving her a second glance. She was already scoping out the place for prey. “I'll watch your drink."

Really, Margo just wanted some space, especially when the cute bartender made his way toward the end of the bar where the three of them were huddled. It was too early in the night and she was way too sober to watch him flirt with Liz. And Kerry was already snuggling up to some hipster dude that was double fisting PBR.

She wheeled around and let out a gasp as she collided with a guy a few feet behind her. When his hand, holding a Budweiser, jerked to the right, she just knew she was about to start a brawl, but no liquid erupted from the spout. She let out a sigh of relief that became a groan when she saw the agitated guy's expression.

"Sorry," she said quickly. "I-"

"No problem," he said smoothly. He wore a baseball cap that shielded most of his face, but when he tilted his head upward, all the heat that burned in her face rushed to her core. He had sharp, attractive features, milky white skin and thick lips that were made for kissing. And she’d just made a hell of a first impression.

She gulped. "I, uh...bathroom."
Really, Margo? Really?!

"Don't let me stop you," he grinned. He scanned her body and licked his lips. "Feel free to bump into me anytime."

Her eyes shot downward and went as round as full moons when she hit his crotch. His pants were cowboy tight, the curve of his erection a flashing sign of his desire. She wanted to do something bold, step forward ‘til he pressed against her and tell him to hold that thought. Maybe even grind against him a little ‘til she felt his cock dance against her.

She blushed at her brazen thoughts. She was never so horny, so
Girls Gone Wild
, but it had been a while since a guy had flirted with her that she’d actually been attracted to as well. She wanted to bat her eyes, show some interest.

Instead, she just let out a squeak and booked it to the bathroom.

Stupid, stupid, stupid
, she scolded herself as she breezed into the bathroom, the door shutting behind her with a deadening thud. As she moved to the sink, she found the finality of the sound did nothing to curb the longing that the baseball cap guy evoked. She didn't know what turned her on more--his thick lips, the way he stared at her, or the visible effect she had on him.

She flipped on the water and pushed her body against the porcelain sink, the bundle of nerves inside her igniting as she pretended the stiffness was him. She clutched the sides of the basin, rocking nice and slow as the music drifted into the room. Could he dance? If she walked up to him and asked, would he say yes?

She jetted her hands beneath the water and as the cool spread across her skin, she let herself hope. It hadn't been in her head. He was into her.

Quieting the voice that told her he was looking for his right now and not a happily ever after, Margo grabbed a paper towel and cast a final glance at her reflection before she pushed back into the club.

She saw Liz and Kerry, already surrounded by a group of admirers. The guy she'd run into stood off to the side, just chilling and taking it all in. If she dared approach him, he was making it real easy by not rolling deep. She could take a chance, or spend the night watching her friends get all the attention.

She pushed her shoulders back and stood tall, summoning a bit of courage as she moved through the crowd, stopping just beside the guy. She tapped him on the shoulder.

Some Lady Gaga tune poured from the speakers as Margo led her guy to the floor. Usually, it took several drinks to make her so bold, to make her unconcerned about her love handles or her ass or everyone staring at her. But there was just something about the night, about the way he looked at her that made everything else irrelevant.

When they hit the center of the huddle of people bumping and grinding to the rhythm, Margo released his hand and threw hers up in the sky. She rolled her stomach like a belly dancer and just let loose. All her worries about exams, about her lackluster love life, about her hang ups, melted away as she shook her body, shaking away all her issues in time.

A ripple of heat flashed through her when she felt her partner step up behind her, his firm body moving against hers. He shot down the stereotype, moving with the affinity of someone that knew exactly how to carry a beat in his bones.

She spun to face him, grinning from head to toe as she saw the smirk on his face as he popped and locked it like the best of them.

She danced a little closer, leaning her mouth toward his ear. "Go 'head witcha bad self!" She gasped when she felt one of his arms rope around her waist and pull her close.

Margo yanked her hand back, suddenly very aware of everything. Of the heat pouring off the people around them in waves. The nervousness that settled in her cheeks, turning them beet red. The carnal clench between her legs.

But she didn't know this guy. As much as she tried to pretend she could be just like Kerry and Liz, a seductress, a predator, she was out of her element. She just wanted to dance, not jerk off some guy on the dance floor.

When she tried to pull away from him, his grip tightened and he brought her closer. "Don't you wanna see what you do to me? Feel it?” He stuck his tongue in her ear. “Taste it?”

Margo gathered her wits about her and shoved him away, moving away from him before she knocked him upside the head. That was a bit much. She didn’t even know his name and he was talking about her giving him a blow job? What kind of girl did he think she was?

Kerry was at the cusp of the floor, backing it up against some guy as her drink sloshed over the rim. She scanned the room for Liz and saw her regaling a circle of admirers, each one more riveted than the last. If she wasn't mildly freaked out by the guy practically assaulting her on the dance floor, she might have been able to appreciate the irony that once again, she was retreating to the bathroom.

She turned on her heels and marched in the direction of the ladies room, grimacing as she weaved in and out of the crowd. She reached for the door handle and cried out when she felt someone yank her to the right, shoving her into the pitch darkness of a room beside the bathroom. The door clicked closed with a snap and her nostrils flared as she caught a whiff of clorox and disinfectant. A supply closet.

"It's okay," he shushed her. "I was a little forward." He scanned her up and down and let out a 'mm' of approval. "You're just so damn hot."

Margo blushed, raking a hand through her hair. "Thank you."