“Hey!” I said, trying to sound normal. “What’s going on?”
“Cleaning faeries broke in last night,” Tiny said. “They even scrubbed the wall above the stove.”
Three pairs of eyes looked at me.
“What? It needed to be done,” I said as I headed towards the back. I heard Tiny mumble ‘No, it didn’t’ but just kept going. I managed to look busy for a good while. I heard the band start setting up, and I could smell the first wave of food being prepared. About 7:30, I went out and helped Nat behind the bar. Eight o’clock came and went, and we were still a server short. I made a note to call Pete at 8:30, but he came rushing in a few minutes before that. He clocked in, then came out tying his apron and looking contrite.
“I need to talk to you after you’ve closed out tonight,” I told him as I gave him his checks and starting bank. He nodded, and then went to find Kevin and split the tables. Nat and I poured drinks at a fairly steady pace, although we had time to talk
“What’s wrong?” she asked at one point. “You look like hell.”
“Well, you do.”
“I just didn’t sleep very well last night.”
“Of course not, you were here cleaning!”
“I did that this morning,” I replied, as if it made a difference. Nat just looked at me and shook her head. Easy for her, I thought bitterly. At least the man she was in love with loved her back. I turned away from her and took the order of a young couple who had just sat down.
“Well, someone sure is dressed to get laid!” I heard Natalie exclaim.
“Someone very special is here tonight. I have to look good for her.”
Those words were like a dagger to my heart. I turned and saw Steve sitting at the bar. Natalie moved down the bar to wait on someone else, leaving no sort of barrier, other than the bar, between us. Sadly, the bar couldn’t hide me.
“Can I get a drink?” Steve asked, just loud enough to be heard over the crowd. Almost all of the seats were filled, and there were a few people standing near the back wall, waiting for the band to start up.
“Uh…s..sure. What would you like?”
“The usual,” he said. I poured a bourbon & Coke for him. When I set it in front of him, he put his hand over mine and said “We need to talk.”
I pulled my hand from underneath his and said “Maybe after your date.”
“Steve, don’t,” I said, perilously close to tears. “Just…. don’t, please?”
Steve nodded and I averted my eyes, and then wandered to the other side
of the bar. I glanced at the clock, and then at the stage, they were almost
ready to go. I guess they were just waiting for the new singer. Kevin brought
an order up and I went about filling it, so I wasn’t looking when Jim nodded
for the lights to be turned, and Andy started introductions.
“Good evening, folks,” he said, his famous bright smile evident in his voice. “Thank you all for coming. We’re the band formerly know as the Brother C. We’re know the band the Brothers C plus 3, which we’re hoping to get rid of soon, so if you have any ideas, write them on a napkin, give them to your server, and….”
“….hope they don’t get thrown away!” Tyler burst in, causing a lot of laughter from the audience.
“Right,” Jim said. “Ladies and Gentleman, our drummer, Tyler Stewart!” Ty did a quick bit of showing off. Then Andy said “And joining us on guitar, Mr. Ed Robertson…” A good portion of the female audience screamed loudly.
“Why, thank you,” Ed said, smiling brightly. “You know, I can defiantly feel the love tonight.” This sent Andy into a quick rendition of the Disney classic. Once he was done, he and Jim got into one of those ‘You do it, No, You…’ conversations that can happen using only your eyebrows and a grunt or two. Finally Ed said “I’ll do it!” and cleared his throat. “And, the third of three, or whatever, on vocals, Mr. Steven Page.”
My head shot up and whipped around to where Steve was sitting. He smiled and said “Yes, I finally took your advice,” then made his way through the crowd and to the stage.
I looked at Kevin, who was calling my name.
“Right, sorry.” I finished his order and handed the drinks over, then
set about seeing to the bar customers as I tried to block out Steve’s voice.
It was impossible though. He, along with the rest of the band, was spectacular.
They got the crowd into it, and that meant the crowd ate less and drank
more. Kevin and Pete were being run ragged, so I had Tiny come up to the
bar and I went on the floor. I was taking the order of the table right
in front of Steve when he began the best rendition I’d ever hear of one
of my favourite songs…….
Why do birds
I turned around and looked up at Steve, torn between the tears that wanted to spill from my eyes, and the dampness spreading between my legs….
Every time, you are near?
Steve looked down at me, his eyes expressive behind his glasses.
Just like me,
They long to be
Close to you.
I was quite glad that I wasn’t holding a tray of glasses, as I probably would have dropped them, sending them in a million shards across the floor. The only way to describe Steve’s voice and the way that my body was feeling was ‘melty’. He held me with his eyes, and it seemed that he was making love to me with his voice. I worked my way slowly back to the bar as he sang, a slow throb pulsing between my legs. I got to the bar and handed Nat the order.
“My god,” she said, fanning herself. “Some one is in for quite a treat tonight.”
“Take you’re time filling those,” I told her. I couldn’t go back to that table while Steve was singing that song. I could barely stand where I was, and I knew that he couldn’t really see me because of the lighting, but I swear I could feel his eyes on me. Natalie filled the drinks and offered them over to me just as the song was ending. The band moved into a song that featured Ed singing and a wonderful amount of bass from Jim.
“I didn’t know Ed could sing,” I said.
“Neither did I,” Nat replied. “God, that turns me on.”
“Everything turns you on,” I said, laughing for the first time that night as I grabbed the drinks and served them.
The rest of the night flew by, and before I knew it, the band was tearing down and people were leaving. I went back behind the bar so Tiny could close down the kitchen. It didn’t take him very long to have it clean, so he came up and help Nat with the bar, and I went in back to work on the books for the evening.
A knock came, and I yelled ‘Come in’. I didn’t look up right away, but when I did, I saw Steve, looking incredibly sexy in his pleather pants, black turtleneck and tan leather jacket. I looked at him for a moment, ran a gamut of emotions, none of which were easily defined, then turned my attention back to the work in front of me.
“Good show,” I said.
“Thank you,” he said. “I’ll let you say ‘I told you so’ now.”
“Shouldn’t you be with your date?”
I, above everyone else, know better than to push Steve the wrong way. I’ve done it before, on two different occasions, and each time I said afterwards that shooting myself in the foot would have been a more pleasant experience. But I didn’t care at this point. I heard the door slam and listened to Steve as he crossed the room in four long strides. He placed his hands on the desk and leaned in; I could feel his breath moving a few strands of my hair.
“What does that mean?” he asked. I could tell he was trying to keep his temper in control, and wasn’t doing a very good job.
“You know,” I replied, “that ‘special someone’ you had to look good for.”
Steve’s hand shot out and slammed the cover of the book I was working with shut.
“Who the fuck turned on your stupid switch? Why are you doing this?”
“Doing what?” I asked, standing up and leaning on the desk as well.
“Being a bitch!”
“How would you like me to act?” I asked through gritted teeth. I couldn’t believe he was doing this to me. Why was he being so mean? Couldn’t he just leave me alone?
“How about like a rational human being?” His fragile hold on calm was slipping, and I was determined to push him over. If I could get him to yell and scream and storm out, maybe that would help me stop hurting………..
“How can you expect me to act like a rational human being after what has happened lately? I tell you I love you, and that night you come in to where I work, say within my hearing that you have someone special to look good for, and then have the nerve to get on stage, sing that song in that way, all the time staring at me, and then expect me to behave like a rational human being! What in the hell are you thinking?”
“God damn it,” he said, walking around the desk and grabbing my arms, pulling me against his body and crushing his lips to mine and forcing his way into my mouth with his tongue. I put up a fair amount of fight, but I was no match for Steve. He held me against his body and let all of his frustration, anger and passion out through his kiss. Once I stopped struggling, he broke the kiss and loosened his hold on me.
“Listen to me,” he said, bringing his mouth close to my ear. “What ever you’re mad at me for, I’m sorry.” I tried to pull away, but he just tightened his arms around me. “You don’t know how happy I was when you showed up on my porch this morning.” He took a few breaths; his exhales sounding like little gusts of wind blowing passed my ear. “I have been thinking of you every waking moment, and most of the sleeping ones, too.” His hands moved from my back to my sides and down to my hips. “When you said what you did, I…it just surprised me.”
I tried to fight down the desire that was building, tried to focus how angry and hurt I was to fight the effects he was having on me. I jumped as his hand moved to my bare thigh, and cursed the fact that, today of all days, I had worn a skirt to work.
“I really wish you would have given me the chance to tell you,” he whispered as he put his hand between my legs and cupped my sex. I moaned and leaned against him as he pressed his palm over my clit. “But you wouldn’t let me get a word in edgewise.”
Wantonly, I rocked my hips back and forth on his hand, cursing myself for being weak; cursing him for being so cruel, as the sensations built and threatened to cloud my already foggy senses.
“Are you willing to listen to me now?” he whispered in my ear. I don’t know what he was thinking I was willing to do at that moment, but listening wasn’t it. I searched for his mouth with mine and brought my hands to his crotch, rubbing the thick bulge. He moaned against my lips and pressed his hand harder against me. I started fumbling with the button of his pants, the need to feel his manhood driving my actions. When my cool hand touched him, the hand between my legs tightened, his fingers pressing against the opening of my vagina, the thin barrier of my thong the only thing keeping his fingers from plunging in to me.
I worked his pants down enough to free his swollen member, teasing him with my fingers. He moaned my name as I wrapped my hand around him and slowly started stroking him. I intended to drive him crazy, like he was doing to me. I drooped to my knees and took him into my mouth, smiling slightly as he gasped. I used my lips and tongue to tease the tip, taking delight as I tickled the ultra sensitive crease on the underside, causing his thighs to tremble. I took a bit more of him into my mouth, slowly working it in and out. I was preparing to take more of him in, but there was a knock on the door.
“Pete!” I whispered as I stood up. There was no time for Steve to get dressed, so I shoved him into the knee space of the desk and sat down as I called for Pete to come in.
With Steve under the desk, there really wasn’t anywhere for my legs, so I had them thrown over Steve’s shoulders. I tried to act busy, and not look like there was a guy under the desk. Pete handed me his money and checks, and I told him to have a seat.
“Look, Pete, I really hate to do this, but with Matt out of town….” I gasped, and then took a deep breath, trying to act normal. I was definitely going to kill Steve when this was done.
“Are you alright?” Pete asked.
“Fine,” I said, taking a deep, calming breath. I tried, unsuccessfully, to ignore the feeling of Steve running his finger under the edge of my panties. “Just a…uh….cramp…a cramp in my foot. It’ll pass.” His finger moved further under the fabric, to the point where he was able to run his finger up and down my slit. I tried to press my legs together, but couldn’t because of his body. I took another deep breath and tried to fire Pete.
“Since Matt’s out of town, I have to do thiiiiiiis….” Steve’s finger had worked its way between my lips and was gently skimming my clit. “Sorry, that cramp again. The point is, Pete, you’ve been late….”I inhaled sharply as Steve slid his finger into me and started working it deep inside. I put my hand under the desk and tried to slap him, but he caught my hand with his free hand and started nibbling on my fingers. Firing Pete would have been hard enough, but having to do it while I was secretly getting finger-fucked was next to impossible. “You’ve been late every day for 3 weeks,” I said, “and well, that’s really bad…” Steve thankfully stopped sucking on my fingers. Instead, he moved his tongue to my clit. Because if how I was sitting, he could only lightly lick, but it still drove me crazy. His tongue, a finger inside me, his other hand holding my panties to the side…all of this being done in secret, it was like something out of a prom story, but here I was in real life, living it. I looked at Pete, and said “This is very hard for me, so I’m going to be blunt. You’re fired.” Everything Steve was doing was building me up, I was getting very close to coming, and I had this sudden fear of doing it in front of Pete, which actually turned me on more. “Matt wanted me to give you this, as severance though.” I handed over a generous check that Matt had told me to write. “And you’re always welcome, with the employee discount. Good luck, now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a lot of work.” I tried to smile, but it felt too strained. Pete seemed to practically crawl to the door, but as soon as he was out and had it shut, I shoved away from the desk and tried to get to Steve, not sure whether I wanted to fuck him or choke him.
“You bastard!” I cried, throwing myself at him. “Am I just some fucking game?”
He caught my momentum and used it to throw me on the desk, his body covering mine. I struggled half-heartedly as he slid my panties to the side and thrust into me, a few hard, deep strokes bringing me to the edge of ecstasy and pushing me over. I cried his name as he bit my neck.
“Listen, damn it!” He continued the deep thrusts, using them to punctuate his words. “Did it ever occur to you…that maybe….just maybe…..I might feel the same about you? Did you stop to think that?”
“No,” I said, breathlessly.
“Well, maybe you should have.” That said, Steve stood up, fastened his pants, and left the office.
I spent the next few minutes lying were I was, then slid off the desk,
down to the ground, and cried.