Saint Bad Boy (8 page)

Chapter Five

It was a rather warm and balmy late summer evening when I pulled up to the coffee shop in mom’s 10 year old, silver Toyota Camry. I exited the vehicle, closed the squeaky driver’s side door and scanned the outside tables and chairs for any sign of Gloria.

Among the trendy patrons, a raven-haired, thick-lipped, high-cheekboned stunner stuck out like a priest at a gun show.

“
Gloria?” I asked.

“
Hey, Jessie,” she replied, taking small baby steps toward me and giving me a long bear hug. She stood up and seemed a few inches taller from the last time we were together.

I took a step back. “Did you grow an inch or two?” I asked.

“
No silly, I have my favorite black stilettos on. What do you think?” she said, lifting one of her long fit legs into the air.

“
They’re real nice. I like them.”

“
Thanks,” she said. “You look great by the way. I see that you still fit into that nice dress of yours.”

I crossed my arms across my chest and tilted my head in slight embarrassment. “Yeah, its kinda the only thing that looked decent on me while I’m staying at mom’s.”

Gloria sat down in her chair and motioned for me to do the same. “So what’s going on? Why are you at your mom’s?”

I sat down in my chair and made sure the skirt of my dress didn’t ride up my thigh too much. “I don’t know if this nun stuff is working out.”

“Really? Wow! You were so
committed last time we talked.”

“
I know, but Gloria, it’s…just…it’s that I think I’m addicted to bad things.”

Gloria flashed me a devious grin. “Like what?”

I looked around the other tables to see if anyone was eavesdropping. I then looked into Gloria’s large, brown eyes. “I don’t know how I feel about that night in the hot tub,” I said, as I looked over my shoulder.

“
You’re still hung up over that night?” Gloria said. “That was nothing. I’ve moved on. It’s just a pleasant memory.”

“
It was wrong. I shouldn’t have done that. I’m addicted to that type of pleasure now. I’ve been chasing the dragon ever since.”

“
Really? So you’ve done other stuff since then?” she asked, as her eyes opened wider and her grin longer.

“
Yeah, kinda.”

“Ooh, you gotta tell me!
”

I looked around and felt it was only a matter of time before some church goer was going to recognize me. “Let’s go somewhere where I won’t be subjected to judgment.”

“
You want to get a drink?” asked Gloria.

“
Like a soda?” I asked.

“
No, like spirits, cocktails...beer?”

The last time I had a drink was with Gloria. I was the first one to admit, it felt good getting a little buzzed. It made things a lot easier and freer to digest. I quickly realized I was a free girl for a couple of nights. I was young, pretty and I don’t think God cared if I tested my dedication for a couple of nights. I was already knee deep in a shit pool of sin; forgiveness was always around the corner. Besides, it’s not like I robbed a liquor store or something. “Sounds good, lets go.”

“
One of my good friends is a bartender at a bar. He’ll let us drink without checking our I.D.’s,” Gloria remarked.

“
Sure, let’s go.”

Chapter Six

Max’s was a small bar across the street from the post office, all the way at the end of town. It had been there since World War II and the surrounding area was in the midst of a revitalization, evidenced by the many buildings sporting nothing but scaffolding and fencing. There was a small parking lot in the back, with only two cars parked with their fenders almost touching the exterior of the bar. Gloria gave me an unsure look before opening her door. “Looks kinda dead. You still want to do this?”

“
Well it’s kinda early, maybe more patrons will stream in. Besides, I kinda like the privacy,” I said, as I grabbed my plain leather purse.

We both got out of Gloria’s Benz and walked into the bar. The place was empty, except for a patron in his sixties, wearing a trucker hat and a long sleeved denim shirt, who was glued to the old television in the windowed corner of the bar. The bartender’s back was turned toward us, fortunately, he seemed rather young, judging by his thin waistline and broad shoulders.

“
This place is a dive,” I said. “At least it’s quiet.”

“
Yeah you’re right, but we’ll be able to talk about your little escapades,” Gloria said, giggling. “Let’s go meet Matt.”

Interesting, my second Matt of the day,
I thought.

Gloria walked up the bar and sat on the stool and slapped her hand on top of the bar’s serving area. “Hey gorgeous.”

As Matt turned around, I immediately recognized the tattoos on his arm, as they looked awfully familiar. He almost dropped the glass he was drying as soon as he made eye contact with me. Matt paused for a moment and muttered, “Oh, hey.”

Gloria looked at me and then at Matt. “Do you, umm, know each other?”

I smiled and responded, “Well, kinda.”

Matt let out a little chuckle and added, “I met Jessie here at the grocery store earlier in the day.”

“
You remembered my name? Impressive,” I said.

“
I see,” Gloria nodded.

“
So, you’re a butcher and a bartender?” I asked.

“
My buddy Ryan and I own this place. I got a job as a butcher to help pay for the loan that helped us pay for the bar. As you can see, business isn’t really thriving. But once they get this area up and going, we’ll start to roll.”

“
Well, I think your investment is going to pay off,” I said.

I kept my eyes on Matt a little longer, as I wasn’t being rushed to my next destination this time around. He definitely looked cuter without his butcher apron and silly paper hat. His arms were slender, but toned and muscular. He had two sleeves, one with a prominent Asian Carp the other with a dragon design. Sure, not the most original artwork, but quality ink nonetheless. His jawline was smooth and defined, testosterone was something he surely didn’t lack. His slender jeans highlighted the muscular pop in his thighs. Matt had a lower body built for exertion and stamina, probably a bicyclist.

“
You’re over 21, right?” Matt asked us, with a sly wink.

Gloria winked back. “Let me get my I.D.,” she said. The older patron looked over his left shoulder at us for a brief moment then turned his attention toward the Hollywood propaganda show on the tube.

“
Two margaritas,” Gloria asked Matt.

“
Strawberry?”

Gloria looked at me. I casually nodded. “Sure, make em’ extra strong, okay?”

“
Two extra strength margaritas, comin’ right up,” Matt bellowed, as he gripped the shakers with his large hands.

We both sat on the stools watching Matt’s backside go to work. “What do you think?” asked Gloria, nodding toward Matt’s direction.

“
He’s cute,” I said.

“
He’s got a kinky side.”

“
Oh yeah? How do you know?”

“
I’ll tell you in a bit, so what happened with you?” asked Gloria, with giddiness overwhelming her.

“
Hold on to your horses, let me get my drink first,” I said. I wanted to be relaxed before I spilled my deepest and darkest secrets.

“
Here you go, ladies,” Matt said, as he slid us the margarita glasses. I took a sip first “Oh my goodness,” I said. “Great job there, Matty.”

“
Thanks,” Matt blushed.

“
Okay, so spill the beans,” Gloria demanded, playfully.

Matt overheard Gloria’s question and asked, “About what?”

“
Butt out Matt...you’ll know eventually,” Gloria whimsically quipped.

“
Gloria!”

“
Just playing, go on.”

“
Okay, so I went on a missionary trip to Africa.”

“
Wow, really? What part?”

“
Zaire.”

“
Damn, that really is like Africa, Africa,” she said.

“
So there was this international French soccer star helping out with the mission...”

“
...what? Who?” Gloria interjected.

“
Does it matter?”

“
Uh, yeah. My father is die hard soccer fan. So, who was he?”

I leaned in close to Gloria, “E’tienne Sahko.”

Gloria’s eyes opened wide and she briefly shouted, “E’tienne Sah...”

I immediately covered Gloria’s mouth before she could finish his name. Matt, while cleaning up the bar, looked over at us, nodded his head and smiled.

Gloria whispered, “What did you do with him?”

“
I jerked him off in a shack.”

“
Oh my God, you bad girl you,” Gloria sibilated.

“
Yeah I know,” I said, as I put my hand against my forehead and shook my head.

“
So how big was it?” she asked.

I glanced over at Matt before I answered such a loaded question. Matt was pretending not to hear by staring up at the neon lights that hung on a mirror.

“
It was about eight inches. Real thick though.”

“
He is so hot, you lucky girl.”

“
Yeah, but the whole situation is why I’m back in the States.”

Matt turned around and feigned concentration on the tasks of an idle bartender. However, I saw a certain look in his eyes. The look of determination males get when they overhear a single girl talk about sex. He began throwing glances my way as soon as I talked about my experiences in Zaire.

“
Does your mother superior know?” Gloria asked.

“
Well, not really,” I said, as I continued making glances over at Matt. “She just suspects something, but it was enough for her to send me back against my will.”

Gloria downed her margarita and then looked at my glass. “So what? Two sips, that’s it? Down that shit. Don’t worry, it’s on me.”

I reflected as I confessed to Gloria, and I was really frustrated with what I had become. I found solace with every sip of my drink. One swig led to another until I did what Gloria had asked me to do, which was down my drink like the lush I pretended to be.

“
Matt, two more, please.” Gloria held two of her fingers up in the air. Matt whipped together the margaritas a little faster than the previous ones. There was a restless energy about him, as he fidgeted behind the bar. I think he was excited about the prospect of two 19-20 year old girls in his bar.

“
So what’s the story with Matt?” I asked.

“
I just use him for the drinks,” Gloria laughed, catching the attention of Matt. “I’m kidding.”

“
That’s not a bad friend to have.”

Gloria leaned over, “In all seriousness, the man can fuck.”

“
What?” I said, covering my mouth and looking up at him once again.

“
He’s a kinky son of a bitch. I’m telling you. Just watch...watch the shit he’ll pull with you.”

I was worried about Gloria’s statement. But why should I? I was a free girl for two nights. Matt was hot. I kind of wanted to see what he would pull off.

Matt stared at the older patron. He served us our margaritas and hollered across the room, “Hey Frank.”

Frank turned toward Matt as he sat on his stool and nodded his head.

“
It’s closing time,” Matt said, as he gave him a sharp wink. “I’ll get you a free drink tomorrow.”

Frank grabbed the newspaper he had on his table and walked out the door. Matt followed behind and locked the door to the bar. I looked at Gloria and gave her a bewildered look. Gloria stayed quiet and took a sip of her drink.

Matt came up behind me and asked, “How’s the drink?”

“
Good.” I said, eying him as he snaked back to the bar “Is it time for us to leave?”

“
Mind if I join your conversation?” he asked.

“
No, not at all,” I said.

I was feeling a little tipsy as I was in the middle of my second drink. I was a light weight after all.

Matt made it a point to stare into my eyes. His confidence and bravado was apparent but safe and distant at the same time. “A nun huh? What’s with the dress?” he asked.

“
I’m taking a break,” I said, leaning toward him as he sat next to Gloria.

He nodded his head in approval. “Good, we all need breaks. Breaks are good.”

Gloria looked at him and smiled.

“
Gloria told me you have a kinky side, what does that mean, exactly?”

Matt gave Gloria a playful look. “Why would you tell her that?” he asked.

“
Well you do, you’re kind of like a perv...but in a good way,” said Gloria. She then turned to me. “He likes to show off his thing on a whim.”

“
Well, don’t go around flaunting it around here,” I said, for whatever stupid reason, with drink in hand.

“
I wouldn’t want him to,” said Gloria.

“
What about you?” Matt asked me. “Would you show your goods in public?”

I playfully quipped, “For the right price.”

“
How about another free drink?” he asked, but in a not too serious tone.

“
Perhaps...nah...nevermind, probably for a $100.”

“
Really?” Gloria asked. “What would you show for a $100.”

“
My nipple.”

“
Too rich for my blood,” Matt said.

“
Okay $50,” I said.

Matt shook his head.

“
$25.00?”

“
Really?” he asked. “$25?”

“
Sure,” I said, shrugging my shoulders.

Matt reached into his pants for his wallet and pulled out a couple of bills; a twenty and a five, and placed them on the bar. “There...”

Gloria let out a surprised chuckle. “What about me?”

“
You just need a wink and you drop your drawers,” Matt said, jokingly.

I looked at the money and then I looked at Matt. I picked up the cash and gave him a flirtatious smile. I pulled down a strap from my dress, then yanked half my bra and cupped my breast. I playfully rubbed my nipple, getting it hard for effect.

“
Nice,” Matt nodded. “C-ups?”

“
Yup,”I said, as I tucked it back into my bra.

“
Lucky bitch,” Gloria said. “She’s got the most perfect tits.”

I placed the money back on the table. “Okay Matt, how about you? What would you do for $25?”

Matt raised his arms and put them behind his head and took a deep breath. “Well, because its you and you only, I’d do anything for a discount of, let’s say, 100 percent.”

I could see the anxious predator in his eyes. He paused his breathing, anticipating what I’d ask next. I looked at Gloria and as my body began tingling again, I wanted some visual stimulation to get me going. “Gloria?” I asked.

“
Yeah?” she said, rolling her eyes anticipating a compromising question.

“
Rub it inside his pants,” I demanded.

Gloria looked up at the ceiling and smiled. She brushed her hair to the side and looked at Matt. Matt unbuckled his pants and pointed toward his crotch with a devious grin. Gloria slowly placed her hand down his waistline. Matt released a breath of satisfaction. I could visualize Gloria stroking Matt’s cock underneath his pants.

I began feeling my panties soaking wet with my juice as it flowed down my labia. I stuck my finger in my mouth. I felt my own saliva building up as I watched Matt rolling his eyes to the back of his head as Gloria intensified her strokes. She also showed some indulgence as she bit her lip, getting off on the fact that Matt’s hard dick was fully engorged in her petite hand.