Rival Lovers

Title: Rival Lovers
Author: eeyore87
Pairing: M/F (No names)
Rating:
~ Overall: R
~ Currently: PG-13/17
Chapters: 3/?
Summary: Two high school rivals meet up again in the most unlikely of situations.
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~ Chapter 2 ~


She perched herself on her bar stool, looking for the tender to order her first

drink, thankful everyone knew her here so she wouldn’t have to wait. Before long

she had her drink, didn’t even have to order, the tender just brought it over

with a wide grin, “So, any chance you’ll be leaving tonight with me?” He gave a

wink and she just giggled, “John, you know better then that. I’m on a mission;

I’m looking for a challenge tonight.” John nodded his head, it was her mission

every time, and it was a rare occasion when she found what she was looking for,

he spoke again “If you’re luck runs out tonight, there’s always Plan B” he wiggled

his brow playfully. She laughed again, “I’ll keep that in mind, but for now, I’ll

have another Shady Lady.” A man walked up behind her, placing his hand on the

counter between her and the tender, “That will be on me.” She turned slowly and

thanked the man, looking him over and finding a gold ring around his finger, quickly

deciding he was not what she was looking for tonight. He wore a sports jacket,

older maybe mid 30s, reeking of the bathroom cologne, and it looked like he had

come here from work. “Thank you dear,” she softly smiled and with that John turned

away; he didn’t want to see the carnage, “Now why don’t you run home to your wife

and live your wild fantasies with her.” Before she had even finished her sentence

he had turned away, walking back toward the middle of the room, sitting next to

another young girl who had just received a drink, smiling as he said “And that will

be on me.”


He walked inside finally, after listening to all the bouncer had to say, looking over

the bar he found her, her hand on her drink as she watched an older gentlemen walk away

from her. The man had looked back at her and she raised her drink, as if to say “Thank

you” with a slap across the face to follow. He chuckled as he walked over to her, sitting

one seat down and ordering a Foreplay, a mixed drink of vodka, peach schnapps, cranberry

juice and blue Curacao, grinning to himself when she turned upon hearing his order, and

giving him the once over she turned back to her drink as if uninterested, as the bouncer

had said she would. He drank his drink in silence, turning so his back leaned against the

bar as he watched the people in the club a sickening smile on his lips as he watched all

the girls being approached the same way. He scoffed to himself, mumbling “That’s no way

to pick up a woman.” She raised her head from her drink, laughing at his words, “And I

suppose you know how to get the girl?” Rolling her eyes as she took a sip of her drink,

enjoying the sweet taste of the melon liqueur, looking back to him for his response, “I

think I do.”


He moved to sit beside her, “You have to impress the girl, and buying a drink isn’t so

impressive these days. Don’t talk about yourself, trying to beef up what you really do,

because, honestly, the girl doesn’t care. It’s not about money or power, well, at least

not business power.” He winked at her, smiling as he caught the sparkle in her eyes at

his words, “And what power do girls care about?” Her eyes locked with his for a moment as

she licked her lips, tasting the last of the tequila as she sat her glass down. For a

moment he forgot to think, his mind attached to her lips and how delicious she looked

right then, shaking his head he spoke, “Power in the bedroom of course, woman want to

know where they stand with the man in the bedroom, who’s in charge. And I’ll tell you

right now little missy, I’m in charge. I’m always in charge.”


An alarm went off in her head, ‘Dun-Dun-Na! We have a winner!’ She smiled as she looked

him over once again, enjoying his casual look and laid back style, “Are you so sure

about that?” She gave him a sexy look as she started playing with the cherry from her

drink, letting the sweet treat rest between her pearly whites as she pulled the stem

off, slowly wrapping her red lips around the flesh of the fruit and sucking it into

her mouth, slowly biting into it and letting the juice fill the cavity before she spoke,

“Have you ever experienced a woman in charge? Do you have any idea of the things I could

do to you?” She gave a slight pause before adding, “I would have you eating out of the

palm of my hand before the night was through.” She lifted her leg to cross it over the

other, knowing his eyes would be drawn to the movement and that they would linger on her,

the slit in her skirt coming almost all the way up her leg barely covering that lacy

thong. He bit his lip, holding back a moan, at the sight before him, slowly letting his

eyes follow the line of her body before looking into her eyes again, “I can’t say I have.”

He cleared his throat before asking, “Why don’t you give me a small demo, say on the

dance floor?” He offered her his hand as he stood, feeling a sharp spark run through

him as their hands touched, “Lead the way, Mr. Suave” lightly laughing at her joke as

they walked together.


He lead her through the crowd of people, stopping when he found enough room for the

both of them, turning around and pulling her close, her hand raising to brace herself

from running into him, lingering on his chest as she steadied herself. She slowly

moved her hand up his chest, resting her palm over his shoulder as she flipped her

hair back with a turn of her head, “You ready for me?” She practically purred in his

ear, letting her body embrace the beat of the song that blaredas she gently rocked her

hips against him, letting her back arch pushing her chest out. He held her hips tight,

feeling the blood in his body start to pool in his groin, she looked like pure sex.

She lifted her leg, wrapping it tightly around him as she pressed her sex further into

him, feeling his hands move from her hips to the small of her back, as if he was

helping her maintain her balance. He felt so powerless against her, which aggravated

him, he was supposed to be in control. He felt an evil smirk form over his lips as he

pushed against her, his hands moving up her back, forcing her torso to connect with his.


Whispering in her ear, his breath hot and humid against her skin, “Impressive.” He

took this moment to nip at her earlobe, tracing his tongue over the skin, tasting the

thin layer of sweat that was forming from the heat of the dance floor. She melted in

his arms; no one had ever done that before. She tried her best to bite back a moan

but was unsuccessful, greeted with his knowing smirk when she looked in his eyes. “You’re

not bad yourself.” She pressed her leg between his, forcefully rubbing at his slowly

growing erection, “But two can play that game.” He bit his lip, “A competition?” he

questioned, she nodded, her hand moving behind him and forcefully gripping his ass,

pressing his middle against her, “First one to moan buys the other a drink?” He nodded,

accepting the terms, “You don’t know what you’re getting into missy.”


She lightly laughed, leaning in to shower his neck with feather light kisses, moving

to his jaw, “Don’t I?” He let out a low rumble, his hands slowly moving down her arms

and then over her hips, his fingers dipping just under the hem of her skirt, finding

her lacy thong, “What do we have here?” he mused, his mind screaming out ‘Good God

that’s hot!’, she smiled against his neck, where she had been working slowly on a hicky,

“You like, behave and you might see more.” He couldn’t help it, he moaned out at the

thought of her being the girl tied to his bed in the morning.


She stepped back, “You sir, have lost, I believe you owe me a drink.” She headed to

the bar, and he quickly followed, “You’re a cheat” he accused, finally meeting up with

her as she sat down. “The rules were clear, first to moan, you sir, moaned. I win.”

She laughed, “Just buy the drink, and we can talk some more as I drink it. Was the not

the goal from the beginning? Buy girl drinks, get girl drunk, and take girl home then

ravage girl, ect.” He laughed at her straightforwardness, “I guess you’re right.”

She nodded to John and he brought her another Shady Lady, she turned back to him,

“I feel like I know you from somewhere.” He nodded in agreement, but they left it at

that, for now. Neither looking for a real relationship, having failed so much in the

past, tonight’s purpose was for one thing and one thing only. She sipped on her drink,

starting to feel the effects of drinking with an empty stomach, content to let herself

be a little tipsy for the time being. “So Mister Control, are you going to ask me back

to your place, or must I break tradition and ask you to mine?” His jaw nearly hit the

floor at her words, “Seeing as how the night has gone so far, let’s break all the rules

and go back to your place, where undoubtedly you’ll prove me wrong again and remain in

control all night well I play the girl and submit to you.” She knew he was being

sarcastic but heck if she was going to pass up the offer to dominate the hell out

of him, “Okay, my place it is.”