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It was a dark starry night. The winter cold was crawling through Lexie’s body and painting her cheeks a deep red color. But the relentless breeze was not the only cause of her flushed face, no. It was the older man sitting at the bar stool, looking straight into her eyes through the glass windows of the bar she was standing in front of.
She didn’t know if it was the traces of previous whiskey in her blood, or the thrill of stepping into the unknown, but she took his look as inviting and she was sitting down next to him just mere seconds later. The air around them was heavy, filled with the scent of his expensive cologne and something more, something left unspoken.
“Lexie, nice to meet you…?” she held out her hand, waiting to hear the man’s name, “Stephen.” he said, taking her hand into his own, letting his fingers linger for just a few seconds longer before he pulled away. “Lexie, what a beautiful name. Not American, if I’m not mistaken, right?” he questioned, downing the remains of his drink that sat before him. “Polish.” she said simply while he ordered a drink for her. She accepted with a kind smile, taking a sip of the unknown liquor handed to her. More whiskey, great. She was already tipsy as it was.
“Now, what is a beautiful young woman like you doing here all alone?” Stephen broke the silence that was growing between them after a while. Lexie took another sip of her drink before daring to speak up. “This bar seemed nice.” she shrugged and continued, “And the people in it are even nicer.” that earned her a smirk. (talia)
Stephen’s eyes darted around, as if looking for someone right before a shorter man dressed in an ill-suited tux raised his hand in acknowledgement. He started walking toward them, Lexie found the way he waddled through the room interesting.
“Hello, old friend.” Lexie’s newfound companion stood from the polished dark wooden stool he was sitting on and stretched his hand to shake the stumpy man’s own.
“And who is this gorgeous woman with you tonight?” Were the first words out of Stephen’s “old friend” his eyes raking Lexie’s body, leaving hot trails that had nothing to do with the alcohol already coursing through her bloodstream.
Stephen smirked, a mischievous glint in his eyes coming out while his hand lingered on the shorter man’s shoulder. “Lexie, this is one of my oldest friends, Irv Ravitz. Irv, this lovely creature is Lexie.”
Irv’s mouth pursed, eyeing the closeness between Stephen and Lexie’s bodies; how their legs were almost brushing, and Stephen’s left hand edged to where the young woman’s own was lazily tracing the rim of her drink.
“Very nice to meet you, Lexie. And how did you two meet?” The leer on his face was clear, but Lexie didn’t know if it was directed to her or her companion. There was something possessive about the way his hand had grasped Stephen’s, his arm sneaking slowly to the back of the taller man.
“Well, it’s a nice night, and I thought I might go out and have some fun. Next thing I know this charming gentleman is getting me a drink.” Lexie lifts the whiskey glass and gives it a shake, which earns her a smile from both men, who look at each other for a brief moment, as if in silent communication.
“A nice night, indeed.” Stephen’s slightly slurred words sent a tingle down her spine. “Say, Lexie; how much fun are you planning on having tonight?” He said, his hand creeping close to the edge of her little black dress, leaving goosebumps in his wake.
Lexie’s brow arched, a smirk forming on her face. She could feel her nipples hardening deliciously, straining against the lace of her bra. Irv’s eyes seemed to possess X-Ray powers, the way they immediately shifted to her breasts, he inched closer to her, flagging the bartender.
“Wrap this tab up, bud.” His hand produced a credit card from the pocket of his poorly tailored tux jacket before handing it to the man. Turning to both Lexie and Stephen he smiled filthily, “Why don’t we take this somewhere more private, hm?”
Stephen stood up from his seat, extending his hand toward Lexie, prompting her to stand too. Offering her something sacred. Her heart rate sped up, the inky leaves branded across her collarbone thrumming with excitement, the thrilling mix of the alcohol and arousal making her dizzy.
Lexie took the man’s hand, letting him lead her behind Irv to the door of the bar, where the lobby of the hotel met the elevators. Irv swiped his card on the elevator access panel, and the penthouse indicator lit up. (ray)
Soon after they stepped inside the elevator, everything turned into a blur. The last thing Lexie remembered was her feet dragging across the hotel carpeted floors before she was pushed inside a room and shoved up against the wall by Stephen’s strong manly hands. ,,Do you want this, baby?’’ he groaned into her ear, his warm breath hitting her neck, goosebumps hugging her entire body as an answer. ,,Yes.’’ she whimpered, her hands finding the buckle of his belt, letting it loose in one swift motion. She was so focused on freeing Stephen’s enormous shaft from his boxers that she didn’t realize Irv’s hands found their way to the zipper of her dress, which was now being pushed down her body.
A loud moan escaped her lips when Irv’s fingers brushed past her already hard nipples. At first he gently rolled them, but his touch grew harsher and soon enough he was squeezing and tugging, pulling loud moans from Lexie’s mouth. When Stephen’s pants finally fell to the ground along with his boxers, she took his large member into her hand and gave it a stroke. She could already feel it pulsing, ready to take her. They moved quickly to the bed, Irv pushing Lexie onto the soft mattress. She was laying down on it now, just in her lacy underwear, while the two men stood over her.
Stephen moved closer and grabbed her by the throat, tilting her head up so she was looking into his eyes. ,,Open your mouth.’’ he ordered, brushing her bottom lip with his thumb. She followed and opened her mouth, sticking her tongue out. Both men hovered over her and opened their own mouths, letting their spit drip down onto Lexie’s tongue. She closed her mouth and swallowed quickly. ,,Good slut.’’ Irv said with a smirk and pulled down his pants, eager to take Lexie.
It took just mere seconds for Stephen to rip the remaining clothes off of Lexie and position his cock in between her legs. ,,Ready, darling?’’ he growled and Irv moved over to the bed, his hands finding their way to her breasts again. She nodded, the wetness growing between her thighs with every passing second. She was about to say something but her breath got lost in her throat when Stephen entered her with one quick push, his whole length stretching her out. ,,Fuck!’’ she yelled, the mixture of pain and pleasure sending her into a high. Irv moved his mouth onto her breasts now, licking and biting her nipples.
With every thrust of Stepehen’s hips, she felt his cock going deeper, hitting her g spot and getting her closer to the edge. And all it took to finally get her there was for Irv to press his thumb into her clit and draw a few lazy circles on it. She arched her back off the bed completely and with a guttural moan came. Stephen followed her shortly after, his seed filling her up with a loud moan of his own.
When he pulled out of her, white streaks of cum were dripping down her thighs. She was too sore to move and her chest was heaving rapidly while she tried to come down from her high. After a few moments of trying to steady her breathing and listening to Stephen’s movements as he was getting dressed, she thought it was all over. But she realized she was mistaken when she heard Irv’s breathy grunts and opened her eyes to find him stroking his cock right next to her. She watched in anticipation and soon enough his cum shot out, painting her whole chest white. Stephen watched the whole thing and when it was over, he walked over and licked the semen off of Lexie’s chest.
When they were all cleaned up and dressed again, Lexie fled the room without a goodbye. She didn’t fail to notice that neither of the men had her tattoo nowhere on their body. While Stephen had a Lion with a clock covered in roses tattoo on his forearm, Irv had a gnome on his bottom. None of those were the leaves covering her collarbones. She sighed, disappointment filling her body. ‘Better luck next time’ she thought to herself and closed the door behind her. (talia)
Lexie went out into the hallway. She wanted to get the hell out of there because she had an interview the next morning at Runway, and she had wasted enough time for the night.
Man, it sucked they didn’t have the soulmate identifying tattoo marker that would match my soulmate identifying marker that would signify one or both of them was my soulmate, Hayyes thought. It would have been really cool if one or both of them had the soulmate identifying tattoo marker that would signify that, again, one or both of them, was her soulmate. It sucked that they didn’t.
Whatever. She’d find her soulmate one day.
She went around a corner and immediately crashed into another person. “Oof!” She crashed to the floor and the man fell on top of her like in one of those romcom type shift situations.
“Oh whaaaat” said the dude.
“What the hell!” say Lexie Hayyes.
“Watch where youre fucking going” say the dude
“You watch it bitch” said Lex and she slapped him in his curly head.
The slap was so hard he went flying and crashed into the hotel wall. He went straight through the plaster.
Lexie lowkey felt bad but was also still pissed. She got up and brushed the dirt off her dress. The hotel was really fucking gross and filthy, but that was whatever, she guessed.
The dude crawled out of the wall and collapsed. Lexie sighed and went over to help him up. That’s when she saw the tattoo peaking out of his chef’s apron. It was on his collarbone, just like hers was.
Could it be…?
“Hey, do you want to fuck?” Lexie asked him bluntly.
[FAST FORWARD TO THE KITCHEN IM LAZY]
“Oh, fuck,” Hayyes groaned. She tilted her head back as he started nosing his way down her throat to her breasts. He palmed one through her dress, then ripped the material down in order to pop a nipple into his mouth.
“Just like that,” she hissed. She fisted the back of his curly head and tugged his hair. He gave a grunt of approval and sucked harder.
“Do you like shit up your ass?” Nate murmured into her tit once he released a nipple.
“Yes,” Lexie nodded desperately.
Nate chuckled and leaned back. “Ok. I tried this with my ex gf before and she liked it sooo” he grabbed a spatula from the dirty dish rack, “ok turn around rq”
She turned around rq
“Oh wait, we don’t have lube,” Nate said disappointedly.
“No, just–” Lexie reached down to her pussy to scoop up some of the remaining cum from the other two men. “Use this,” she said, and fingered her asshole with it.
“Is that–” Nate frowned. “Is that cum? You just fucked some other dudes?”
“Stop fucking whining crybaby,” Lexie rolled her eyes. “You gonna fuck me or what?”
“Ok, ok,” Nate sighed. “Whatever. Let me just shove this up your ass. Im not gay or anything,” he added on quickly. “Just because im touching another man’s cum..”
“No, you’re definitely gay,” Lexie said, “if you touch another man’s cum, you’re gay.”
“I’m not, though.”
“Yeah you are?” Lexie raised a brow. “If you’re fingering another man’s cum, you’re fucking gay.”
“Fuck! Fine, i won’t touch the cum then!” Nate shouted. “You lube up the spatula then.”
“Have to do fucking everything myself around here,” Hayyes sigh. She got a chunk of cum on her fingers and started to lube up the end of the spatula as if she was giving a handjob. Nate stared lustfully at her.
“Ok,” she whisepred. “Shove it up my ass, papi.”
Nate grinned and shoved it up her ass. She lurched forward at the force. “What the fuck!” She said. “You’re supposed to go slow!”
“What!” Nate sputtered. “You told me to shove it up your ass, so i shoved it,”
“You know what? Forget the fucking spatula,” she spat, then snatched it from her asshole (the little bit it had gone in). “Fucking dumbass.”
“Ok, jeez,” Nate shook his head. “Let’s just. Regular fuck, ok?”
Lexie couldn’t help but think of what one of her friends told her once, those words of wisdom: and you shove it up your vagina, and shoot the cream inside your vagina.
Well, she would be taking those words to heart.
Nate undressed his chef outfit all sexily. He unbukcled his pant and pull them down, “lets get funky w this” hes like.
She eyed the tattoo that was now more visible with his shirt off. Her heart sank when she saw that it did not match her own soulmate tattoo. Instead, it was a tattoo of mickey mouse fucking goofy. She swallowed back the disappointment.
It didn’t matter. At least she’d still be getting fucked again. She’d find her soulmate eventually, she knew she would. For now, she’d just have to bask in this mediocre fuck with this random hotel cook.
Good thing she left her panties back at the hotel room. One less thing to worry about. She needed nate’s cock inside of her cunt, like, NOW.
He lifted her onto the table and almost tripped over his pants before he kicked them off completely. “Sowwy” he say all cute. She gagged.
Nate rucked Lexie’s skirt up over her hips and fumbled to pull his cock out of his boxers. “I know it’s big,” he warned her. It was definitely not big, it was like, 4 inches, but okay.
She wasn’t all that wet, but luckily, she still had cum left over from earlier. He slid in easily enough.
And then….
Nate groaned loudly as he released inside of her cunt.
“You’re fucking joking me!” Lexie cried. “You did not just cum.”
“What the hell? I thought you let other dudes cum inside of you, what’s the problem!?”
“I don’t give a shit that you came in me, dumb fuck!” Lexie growled. “You finished in like 30 seconds!”
“Oh my god, all women are the same,” Nate whined. “Can’t you just like, idk, rub yourself now? Or something?”
This bitch.
“Get the fuck off of me,” Lexie ordered. Damn, was she glad that he was not her soulmate now, if he couldn’t even last in bed. Useless ass cook.
He pulled out of her, grumbling under his breath about ‘all females’ or whatever the fuck. Lexie didn’t really care. She felt depressed by that whole encounter, and decided she was going to go back to the bar before she left for the night.
After that mess, she needed another drink. (wolvekt)
The bar was loud, lexie’s heartbreak was louder
Drinks poured, people chatted, but for lexie nothing else existed but the fact that Nate wasn't the one for her.
“Another one” she tapped the table, a drink for every excuse she made for him.
3 drinks in the hollowness doesn't feel so suffocating the heat from the alcohol made her stand up and look around to whoever might accompany her bed tonight.
A man 3 chairs to her left kept giving her the glances ever since she sat down, she looked back at him and back to her whiskey contemplating if it would be worth it to just fuck out the sadness in her. She sees the man from her peripheral move down one more stool closer.
She had enough of these men all sleaze and grease no substance. All of them just came at her with bullshit expecting her to stay through it. Shaking her head anyways she had other things to think about other than what a mess all that was, like how this man is now just a seat apart from her. Groaning, she pushed herself off the stool to look around the bar.
If she wasn't careful she might've missed the poor excuse of a man she gave a chance at the farthest corner of the bar. Stephen somehow with whatever remaining competence there was, had a lady with hair you wouldn't be able to miss, sitting across him.
Whatever could that lady see in Stephen she had no clue. Staring at them now she runs her eyes all over the woman. Maybe mid 60s, high cheekbones, sharp nose and white hair. The more she stared she couldn't look away, something about the lady made her want to come closer. Her eyes traced everywhere from the way her nose sloped and the crows feet at the edge of her eyes when she smiled.
She had to find out what was about this woman, And then she saw it just, something small below the clavicle, a patchy layer of foundation looking cakey under the bar lights, it was obviously trying to hide something. She tried understanding whatever was visible, a line that branched out itself, she has to be sure of what she's seeing, she has to know.
Lexie fully abandoning her drink walking pass by people coming closer to the corner where the two sat, she can see the shape a bit better now, a tattoo she thinks, a tattoo she sweared looked a little too similar to what she had.
A cold shock went through her. It cant be, this isnt real, its the alcohol making her see things, in what world would she see what she always saw on herself now mirrored on the other lady.
She might've gasped a bit loudly, because now the woman who definitely had the same tattoo, stretched her neck and caught her staring.
Eye to eye, lexie knows that this woman also knows that they both know there is something. (ziel)