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Kelcie

What the fuck just happened, who the fuck is Gabriel and what does he do, I’m starting to feel like this man isn’t someone that I should get mixed up with.

The bar’s atmosphere is different today, which we were informed to prepare for.

It was Mr DeMarco’s funeral so people would be here paying their respects and therefore some rules have been relaxed.

Additional waiting staff were scheduled but it was still only me behind the bar.

I have been non-stop busy making sure all orders were completed quickly so no one was left waiting.

This helped me keep my mind off him until I saw him walk in, the people standing around all stepped out of his path as he made his way over to his booth.

When I saw him, it was like my mind blanked out all my other senses so my eyes could focus solely on him.

You could have heard a pin drop, all the other guests went silent when he walked in which stirred more confusion in me.

His jacket was open and his shirt slightly undone, which is unusual for him.

Noticing the small amount of his chest made my pussy twitch, it has a mind of its own, coming alive with just his presence.

I poured his drink, and it was placed at his booth.

I felt him watching me, which made my heart rate increase, I don’t think I will ever get used to what he does to me.

A couple of other members approached him, but he didn’t really engage in conversation with them.

The other member was already causing a scene before he approached Gabriel, acting like a drunk teenager.

I know that he is a member and not a guest of one, as it was only members’ today.

He doesn’t have a regular table like others, so I don’t really know anything about him.

The man who stepped in front of Gabriel’s table is here a lot of the time, I think he works with David.

He also had no problems in removing him from the bar, he effortlessly held him, like he was holding up a glass to raise a toast.

When Gabriel left, I think he turned and apologised to the members for the disruption, but I can’t be sure, I couldn’t hear him.

The glass that was smashed was cleaned up as soon as they moved.

It’s the first time anything like this has happened whilst I have been on shift, you can feel hostility between members on occasion, but nothing has ever arisen from it.

It is becoming more and more clear why the staff had to sign NDAs.

It wasn’t long after the incident that the bar started clearing out, by the end of my shift it was completely empty which wasn’t expected.

As I was getting ready to leave, I started to wonder if he would be waiting for me.

He wasn’t and I was disappointed, but after what happened it’s not surprising.

Will he still be picking me up tonight? It’s not like I have his number to get in touch and check.

I walk home my mind overtaken by thoughts of him, should I go with him if he turns up at eight? If I say no what would happen? Why does he want to take me out? What does he want from me? I’m not a one-night stand girl, I have my toys for that.

Not that I wouldn’t want to see what his body is like under those suits.

If it’s anything like I imagine I’m sure I would self-combust.

Even the sight of a small amount of his chest made my body call out to him.

By the time I get to my door, my craving for him has my pussy begging to be fucked by more than just a toy, it hungers for him, the sensation of him, I want all of him and all I have is his name.

Oh, and the numerous red flags that I am seemly happy to ignore.

I get home, deciding that I need to take a cold shower, that I need to get this man out of my head, and I am not giving in to the urges that he brings out of me.

Convincing myself that he won’t show up tonight, I step under the cold water which makes me huff out a sharp breath.

I spend the next ten minutes under it before turning the temperature to a more palatable one.

I wash my hair and shave, I have always kept myself ‘presentable’, it’s something I found made me feel better about myself.

By the time I’m out of the shower it has gone five, with my hair and body still wrapped in a towel I go to the kitchen and pour myself a glass of wine, sit on the couch and turn on Netflix.

My gaze turns to the boxes that his driver passed me yesterday, still unopened, contemplating if I should open them.

Fuck it.

I take a sip of my wine and open the large box.

It is a dress, I pull it out and it’s beautiful.

It’s black, sleeveless, floor length with a knee-high split on the left leg, a deep plunging neckline, and the back slightly pulled in, which I know is designed to enhance your rear.

Holding it up I know that I would never be able to afford something like this, I hang it on the door and stare at it.

I pick my wine up and take a large gulp.

May as well open the other box.

The shoes are out of this world, a silver strappy sandal, with a rigid strap that wraps around the ankle and slightly up my calf, the heel slightly thicker than a stiletto.

I finish my wine and pour a second glass while looking at the outfit.

“Screw it, I’m getting ready,”

I pronounce to my empty apartment.

I dry and straighten my hair, taking my time with it after I realised it isn’t even six yet.

I opt for minimal makeup, and when I am ready, I look in the floor-length mirror I have in my room.

It’s like this dress was made for me, the way it hugs each curve, the plunging neckline stopping at the centre of my cleavage, the dress is a flawless fit and my tits sit proudly in it.

The way it slides over my arse it doesn’t allow for any underwear.

The shoes are the perfect height making the dress hem brush the top of my feet.

I’ve never felt this good.

If he doesn’t turn up, I’ll happily sit in this dress drink my wine and watch TV.

I’m not sure if it’s the wine or the dress giving me confidence, deciding it’s a combination of both, I also tell myself he will turn up.

The last thing I need to be is tipsy when he arrives, as I don’t need my body and desires for him to take control of my decisions.

I add some lemonade to the wine left in my glass deciding it’s the last one unless he doesn’t make an appearance.