Fuck My Way Into Her Heart

Earlier....

Back at the bar, the club had surprisingly picked up momentum. The chef was now helping the Bartender serve drinks since John's phone was unreachable.

Jessica, after 20 minutes had gone by, decided to head to the porn convention by herself. She deduced that Rachel and her fuck buddy may be having way too much to even notice how long they'd been gone.

Writing her number down on a piece of paper, she slipped it to the Bartender and asked him to give it Rachel when she returned.

"Also, this is her purse. Just keep it under the counter for now. I don't want it to get stolen."

"All good," the older Bartender replied.

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John left Rachel sleeping on the desk before returning to work 45 minutes later. He washed up as best as he could and started mixing drinks with a pep in his step. His coworker sized him up, taking in his rumpled shirt and wrinkling his nose when he smelled the stench of sex on him.

John smelled himself and laughed.

"Where is the woman?" The man asked.

"She's sleeping it off," John replied.

He let out a peal of laughter. "You railed her that hard, huh?"

The chef side eyed John from where he was scooping up ice. "I thought I heard a woman wailing back there. You know the boss is gonna be on your ass if he ever finds out you're doing shit like this."

John waved it off. "It was just this one time. We'll be fucking on my car from now on."

"Don't you mean in your car?"

"No," John replied. "There's not enough room to pound properly. Trust me. I've tried many times. It's just too much work for nothing."

The chef rolled his eyes and went back into the kitchen.

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After snoozing off for nearly two hours, Rachel woke up feeling very sore and uncomfortable. The desk she was on wasn't ideal for sleeping the way it had been for fucking. 

She sat up and rubbed her head. Looking down at herself, she realized that John had put both her panties and her dress back on her. He'd also left her heels near her feet.

"What a sweet boy!" She gushed. "I got real lucky tonight." 

She laughed as she'd remembered her initial plans. She had come here solely intending to dance and get hammered. Being a stripper, it had been a long time since she'd just danced for her own enjoyment without being concerned over every move she made so as to ensure the male clientele were hard and thus more inclined to throw bills her way. 

Though she was throbbing a bit from John's rough pounding and her pussy felt very tender, she couldn't stop smiling as she recalled how he'd taken her to heights of pleasure in a way no other man had. 

Slipping her heels on, she wondered how long she'd been sleeping. Her legs trembled as she walked and the only thought on her mind was a hot bath. Though she felt deliciously sated, she stunk like a skunk.

She walked out, contemplating whether she should use the same back door she'd entered through or just go into what sounded like the kitchen and grace everyone with her mascara streamed face, messy hair and smelly body.

Do they even know? Did he tell them or...he probably did as our quickie turned into a marathon. Damn, I hope I didn't get him trouble with his coworkers.

Deciding to go through the kitchen, she had only taken two steps forward when the doors to the kitchen opened and out came Mr. Grower himself. He smiled at her while carrying a box of beer bottles over his head.

"Hey there pretty lady. Glad to see you're awake. We're closing soon. Just wait for a bit and I'll drop you home."

"No need." Rachel cleared her throat. "Um, have you seen my purse and--" Her words cut off when Jessica's face flashed across her mind. She smacked her palm onto her forehead. "Oh, crap! I just left her hanging. I said it'd be quick."

John set the box down at his feet. "She already left, two hours ago. But she left her number for you. Wait a sec." 

He turned and went back into the kitchen.

Rachel leaned against the wall. Her legs were too unsteady to remain standing for too long. Well, I missed out on the opportunity to make money shaking my ass with some porn stars, but hey, I got fucked real good in exchange. 

She laughed as John came back out, holding a tiny slip of paper and her tiny green bag.

"What're you laughing at?" He asked, handing her possessions back to her.

"Nothing. Thanks." She pulled her hair back into an ponytail after retrieving her scrunchie from her bag. "Thanks for the good time. And thanks for letting me sleep in there."

"Your welcome," John replied. "Wait for a bit and I'll give you a ride."

"No need." She repeated, massaging her neck which was sore from the way she'd been sleeping on the desk. "Just let me out through the back door. My car's in the lot."

"But you've been drinking."

"I've slept if off. I'm sober right now."

She turned around and walked towards the back door. John followed after her, picking up the box he'd set down earlier and placing it next to the wall outside.

Rachel stretched and breathed in the cool, night air. Checking her phone, she realized it was 1:15am. Thankfully, she didn't have to head for her shift until 10pm. Plenty of time for her to get enough rest so her legs would enable her to work the pole.

John walked her to her car. And once again she felt a little shy at his attention and care. Once she got to her car, she grabbed his face and gave him a brief kiss. But John pushed his tongue into her mouth and wrapped his arm around her shoulder, pushing her against her car.

Rachel moaned. She wanted him again. Maybe she could invite him for a real quickie inside the car.

Pulling back, John looked at her with a heated gaze. "I wanna fuck you right here on the car. But then someone would see us."

"You mean nobody heard me screaming out your name earlier?" Rachel asked, coyly.

"None of the customers did." He replied. "Give me your number."

"Alright, but know I don't do relationships. If we're gonna meet up, it'll only be to smash." Rachel's tone was assertive. She did not do feelings and she did not want to get caught up in some shit.

John placed his lips back on her mouth. "Deal, that's how I roll as well. And as of right now, I don't have a woman on standby."

Rachel giggled against his mouth. 

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John watched her drive away before returning to work. He'd lied earlier. He didn't do one night stands or hookups. Despite working at a bar with a strip club attached to it, he did not accept the offers the bimbos made. In his heart, he was more reserved. All the times he had sex in life he'd been with his girlfriends. And he had dated a lot. But for him, sex wasn't a mere physical transaction. If he didn't care for the woman to some degree, he wasn't interest. No matter how pretty she was.

But Rachel upturned all that. She had been so enticing, he'd given into temptation and fucked her like an animal.

And he'd fucked her raw!

And ejaculated into her many times!

What if she gets pregnant? Nah, a woman like that is clearly on the pill. But was she clean? If she can just fuck a random dude, how do I know she's not carrying an STD?

He brushed away his crazy, paranoid thoughts. Most people didn't have STD's. He would text her later to confirm it.

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Standing underneath his hot shower, he touched himself, remembering how good her skin felt against his. How soft her boobs were. How her ass felt so supple in his hand.

And the way she'd wrapped her legs around him and taken his dick over and over again. He got hard just thinking about it.

Grabbing his cock, he began stroking himself. Closing his eyes, he pictured her body. Her husky moans. Her beautiful hair. Her plump lips. The taste of her tongue as she'd twisted it around his. Her melon sized boobs bouncing under the force of his thrusts. Her screams when she hit her peak. Her fiery eyes and sly grin. How she was so wet. So hot. And so tight. How she had drenched his dick over and over again.

She was so responsive to him. None of his past girlfriends had fallen apart under him the way she had. He had felt like the most skillful lover in the world watching her thrash about in ecstasy. 

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John had to jerk off four times that night before his dick relaxed enough to allow him to go to sleep.

So you don't do relationships, huh? I'll take that as a challenge. I'll fuck my way into your heart. I'll make you feel so good, you'll never want to leave me.