Bar
By Negan_Love
Okay, so this is my first try writing in the third person….idk if it works or if it’s any good 🤷♀️
It’s REAL short, just 531 words because I wasn’t quite sure where to take it and if it was even working 🤔
I guess I just kinda wanted to put it out there and see if anyone had anything to say about it!
Let me know what y’all think 😘
He turned his head, following the scent of whatever had just moved past him. Thigh high boots, legs for days and such a peach of an ass that his dick twitched in his pants met his lustful gaze.
She had perched herself on a stool, about 10 feet away from him and was ordering herself a drink. Moving off his own stool, he slipped up beside her.
“I got that. And another whisky thanks.” Nodding at the bartender, he took out his wallet and paid for the drinks.
Looking over at the hot little thing beside him, he smiled. The special smile that he knew had gotten him into more than a few pairs of panties before and held out his hand.
Placing her hand in Negan’s for him to kiss, she spoke, in a sweet, delicate voice, “Candy. Thank you for the drink……Negan.”
The seductive pause before she said his name, and the flutter of her eyelashes, told him she was well versed in the art of picking up men. Excellent. This should be easy.
As Negan kissed the back of her hand, Candy felt her nipples harden under the thin material of her camisole top. Okay. This dude is ticking ALL the boxes for tonight’s lay. She’d clocked him as soon as she’d walked out of the restroom, the silver in his beard glistening in the artificial light of the bar. From behind, the broadness of his shoulders had instantly piqued her interest. Her desire for manly men never seemed to waver. No matter how many men she had, if someone caught her eye, she simply could not let it go unnoticed.
“So Negan, what brings you here tonight?”
“Honestly doll? I’ve had a shitter of a day, and I needed a little wind down before going home. You?”
He had a feeling she was the kind of girl who hung out in bars pretty much every night. But hey, who was he to judge? He’d take a different girl every night if he had the time.
“Oh, I came out with one of my girlfriends, but she’s taken off already. I wasn’t in the mood to go home yet. And well. I must say….Negan….I’m kinda glad I hung around….”
The way her tongue curled around his name, as she rested her hand high up on his thigh, made his dick twitch again. “Me too, sweetheart. Me too.” Placing his hand over hers, he leaned forward a little, and pushed a piece of soft, chocolate brown hair back behind her ear, making sure his fingertips lingered on her skin. Just as her eyelids fluttered closed, he ghosted his fingers along her jawline and under her chin, gently bringing his thumb up across her plump pink lips before pulling away.
“How about we drink up, and get the hell out of here? My car is outside, you hungry?”
“Not for food.” Candy said, with a flutter of her eyelashes.
Are you fucking kidding me?!
“It’s a good job you’re hot sweetheart, with shitty lines like that! Maybe we can give that mouth of yours something to keep it busy, huh?!”
