You Give Love a Bad Name
You’re To Blame
“How’s it going there, Sport? You having a good time with your girlfriend over there?”
“Girlfriend?” Ryan asked.
“I see her over there at the table.”
Ryan looked back the way he’d come. “But she’s not my girlfriend,” he said.
“She’s not?”
“No, and that’s what I wanted to talk to you about.”
“You wanted to talk to me,” the redheaded bartender said with an amused smile. “Now, why would you want to talk to me?”
It was a question of which Ryan wasn’t sure of the answer of himself. “Do you remember when I was here last?”
“Last week, right?”
Ryan nodded. It had only been last week, but it seemed longer. “That’s right. Last week.”
“Sure, I remember.”
“You gave me a drink,” he said.
“That’s my job.”
“I know, but that’s not what I’m talking about?”
“What are you talking about?”
“You gave me a special drink. You said it was going to make Sammie melt in my arms.”
“Yeah? Did it work?”
Ryan couldn’t believe he was going to say what he thought he was going to say. “I think so,” he said.
“You think so?” the redheaded bartender asked with a smile. “It doesn’t sound like you’re all that sure about it. What happened?”
“Do you remember the drink?”
“I make lots of drinks, Sport. I can’t remember each and every one but why don’t you tell me what happened.”
Up until now, Ryan hadn’t said anything that would make him sound completely weird. He’d kind of hoped that the bartender would have remembered what had happened because then he wouldn’t have to recount it.
“What happened?” the bartender asked again.
“I think I might have given the drink to the wrong person,” Ryan blurted out.
“You gave it to the wrong person?” the bartender asked with a smirk. “You mean you got yourself the wrong girlfriend? That wasn’t a very smart thing to do.”
Ryan shook his head. “That wasn’t what I meant,” he said.
“Yeah? Listen, Sport. I need you to get to the point because I got drinks to make. What happened?”
“I think it made one of the girls fall in love with one of the other girls.”
“Did it now?”
Ryan nodded.
“So what can I do for you?”
“I want you to give me another one of those drinks.”
“Now why would I do that?”
“Because you’re to blame for the way things turned out.”
“I’m to blame,” the bartender said with an almost laughing voice. “I thought you said it was your mistake that the drinks got in the wrong hands.”
Ryan couldn’t help but squirm under the bartender’s questioning. “Please,” he asked.
The bartender laughed. “That’s better,” she said.
“So you’re going to help me?”
“I didn’t say that,” the bartender said.
“Come on.”
“Yeah, but if I made you another one of those drinks, who’s to say you wouldn’t let that fall into the wrong hands, too?”
“I wouldn’t.”
“Yeah, you say that now, but you obviously screwed up once before.”
Obviously, Ryan thought, and yet even as he thought it, he still couldn’t help but wonder. He didn’t really think he’d screwed up the drinks.
“So you want me to make you another Cupid’s Arrow?”
“Yes, please.”
“All right, Sport. I’ll do it, but only because you asked nicely. Okay?”
“Okay.”
“All right. Wait here then.”
Yeah sure, Ryan thought. Wait here. Where else was he going to go?
The bartender was back in no time at all with two glasses. Ryan looked at the second glass. “What’s this for?” he asked.
“You can’t expect your little honey to drink all by herself,” the bartender said. “She might think that you might have some kind of nefarious motives in mind. You wouldn’t want her thinking that, would you?”
Ryan shook his head.
“All right then, listen up.” The bartender tapped one of the glasses. “This is your special drink. You got that?”
Ryan nodded.
“Okay, Sport. Go on and have fun.”
Ryan picked up the drinks. It was easier now with just two drinks and two hands. The special one is in your right hand, he kept telling himself. The special drink is in your right hand.
But when he got back to the table where he’d left Sammie, he got a rather rude surprise. Sammie was where he’d left her but she was no longer alone.
Blake looked up from the booth at his friend. “Hey, Ryan, you sly, old dog, I didn’t expect to see you here.”
Ryan couldn’t help but just stand there. He felt like such a dork. “Wh-what are you doing here?” he finally stammered.
“I saw you guys come in and I thought I’d come over and say ‘Hi.’”
“But what about Reanna,” Ryan said.
Blake waved that off. “Reanna is so last week. She can do what she wants with whoever she wants, but I am so over her.” Blake seemed to almost leer at Sammie. “It may have been I was going after the wrong roommate after all.”
And what was most annoying to Ryan was that Sammie seemed to like what Blake was saying. This was all suddenly going horribly wrong.
“But I’m interrupting,” Blake said. “I should go.”
“You can stay if you want,” Sammie said.
What, Ryan thought. No. This was hard enough as it was.
Blake grinned. “I don’t think I should,” he said. “Besides, I can see Ryan’s only got two drinks.”
“That’s not a problem,” Sammie said. “We can get another one, can’t we?”
Ryan wanted to say no but he didn’t want to sound like he was being a jerk in front of the girl, and she was practically inviting Blake to stay.
“What about it?” Blake asked.
“What about what?”
“Do you want me to stay?”
Bastard, Ryan thought. He knew Blake knew how hard this was for him. He could have been helping him out. He could have said he had somewhere else to go. He could have said he was here with friends. He could have said almost anything at all, but instead, he was asking if he could stay.
“Well?” he asked.
“Sure fine. Stay,” Ryan said.
“We’re going to need another drink,” Sammie said. “Can you get one, please?”
Ryan put the drinks on the table even as he had the feeling that things were slipping out of his control but he already knew what he was going to do. He was going to go get another drink.
“Hey, Sport. Back so soon?” the bartender asked.
“I need another drink.”
“Yeah, why’s that?”
“Because a friend showed up.”
“A friend, huh? You don’t ever learn, do you?”
“What?”
“Never mind,” the bartender said. “So you need another drink.”
“Please.”
“Okay, Sport. Coming right up.”
Ryan soon had another drink in hand and he was soon headed back to the booth where Sammie was waiting for him but when he got there, he found that Sammie and Blake had both started to drink without him and it was at that moment that he realized that he had no idea who’d gotten the special drink.
Blake looked up at Ryan’s return. “Hey, buddy,” he said. “We were wondering when you’d be getting back.”
Yeah right, Ryan thought. Sure you were.
“Come on, man. Don’t just stand there. Take a seat.”
Sure, Ryan thought. He was being invited to take a seat in his own booth. How stupid was that?
“I can see why you asked Sammie out,” Blake said. “She really is quite a looker.”
Sammie gurgled happily at the man’s compliment, but Ryan had something else on his mind. “The drinks,” he said. How could he ask this without sounding stupid. He couldn’t just ask who’d drunk out of which glass, could he?
“What about the drinks?” Blake asked although it was clear his attention was more on the girl by his side.
“I wanted to know ...”
Ryan could tell just by looking at them that neither one of them was really paying attention to him. He pretty much could have said whatever he wanted to say and he wasn’t sure if either one would have noticed.
Ryan took his own seat and he watched the two of them. Blake stroked the girl’s cheek. “It must be tough for you,” he said.
“Tough for me?”
“Having those girls around as your roommates, knowing they wanted each other like that.”
“I didn’t really know,” Sammie cooed.
“Of course, you didn’t. You were too innocent.”
“I’m not that innocent,” Sammie said.
“I didn’t mean it that way,” the man said. “I didn’t mean that you were gullible or anything like that.”
“I’m glad to hear you say that.”
Oh geez, Ryan thought. He couldn’t believe he was hearing this, and yet, it was about to get worse.
“You know,” Blake said, “you are so hot.”
“I am?”
“Of course, but then you must have guys telling you that all the time.”
“Actually, no.”
“No? I’m surprised. If it were me, I’d be telling you all the time.”
Ryan groaned. There was little doubt who’d gotten the special drink. Hell, Blake was acting like a giddy schoolboy. Problem was Blake was good at having his way with women so if it came down to a contest between him and Blake, Ryan was sure that he was going to lose.
And then the two of them kissed and Ryan thought he was going to be sick. Maybe he should just leave, he told himself. Maybe he should leave so he wouldn’t have to watch this anymore.
“So you think I’m beautiful,” Sammie asked.
“Oh yeah. Of course.”
“Would you like to see my tits?”
Suddenly, Ryan was looking at her. She’d said it so low that he wasn’t even sure that he’d heard what he’d thought he heard but really, how could you confuse something like that for anything else.
“Would you like to see my tits?” she asked again.
“Yeah, sure,” Blake said.
“Well all you got to do then is reach behind me and unzip my dress.”
Blake didn’t ask if this was a joke or if she really meant it. He just reached behind her and unzipped her dress.
“You know what you got to do now,” the blond said.
Ryan couldn’t believe he was seeing what he was seeing but there was his friend pulling at the front of Sammie’s dress and suddenly, the dress was being pulled off her shoulders and suddenly there were Sammie’s tits looking lusciously full inside of a red, lacy bra.
Ryan couldn’t believe it. He’d been hard almost from the moment he’d picked her up. He’d never really thought she’d come, but when he told her that maybe they could figure out what had happened to her roommates, she’d reluctantly agreed.
She’d been wearing a black dress. It wasn’t as short or as stunning as the one she’d worn the week before but to Ryan’s way of looking at it, it was good enough.
But now, she wasn’t even wearing that dress, or at least, she wasn’t wearing the dress above her waist and there were her tits on display and she looked for all the world as if sitting here in a crowded nightclub was the most natural thing in the world to her.
She turned towards Blake. “You know you’re not done yet.”
Blake grinned at her. “I know that. I just wondered if you knew.”
Sammie knelt on the seat and she was practically shoving her tits in the man’s face. “You know what to do.”
Ryan watched Blake’s hand reach around behind the blond and he watched his friend unhook Sammie’s bra with the sort of proficiency that seemed to say he’d done this before.
“Now take it off,” Sammie purred.
There was no question what ‘it’ was, at least not in Ryan’s mind and not in Blake’s either. Ryan watched as his friend pulled the bra all the way off and suddenly, Sammie’s firm, young tits were there on display.
Sammie was pushing herself forward and pushing her tits against the man’s face. “Do you like these?” she asked as she rubbed her tits against Blake’s face. “Do you like my tits?”
If Blake had said anything, Ryan was sure he didn’t know what it was. All he knew was that if Sammie had been doing that to him, he would have loved it.
“Do you like it,” the girl said again and then she pulled her tits back but she stayed where she was, on her knees in the booth and perched over Blake’s face. “Do you like my tits?”
“Hell yeah, baby. You know I like them.”
Sammie pressed her tits against the man’s face before she pulled them back. “Do my tits make you hard?” she asked.
“Oh yeah, Babe.”
Sammie shook her head. “I think I’m going to have to find out for myself.”
It was only then that Ryan realized what Sammie’s hand had been doing. Even as she’d been pressing her tits against Blake’s face, her hand had been opening the first few buttons of his shirt and now, she was beginning to work her way down in earnest.
What the hell was going on here?
Sammie’s hand was sliding down the front of Blake’s shirt and while Ryan couldn’t see it for sure, he had the feeling that even more buttons were being undone. She still wore her dress beneath her waist but that did nothing to hide Sammie’s ass and as she sank lower and lower, that nice round ass came to be even more on display.
It was clear where Sammie’s hand had to be but even if it wasn’t, she made sure everyone knew when she looked up at Blake and purred, “You are hard.”
“You know it, Babe.”
“Do you want me to suck it?”
“Oh yeah, Babe. I want you to suck it.”
For a moment, it seemed as if Sammie was going to do exactly that but at the last moment, she turned and she looked back at Ryan. “I love a man who knows what he wants,” and then with that, she let her mouth slide beneath the table.
What the hell, Ryan thought. What about me?
What about me, he thought again. That query was easy enough to answer. What she was doing was absolutely nothing about him.
Blake groaned and he looked over at Ryan. “Oh man, this girl really does know how to suck a cock. Man, you should feel this.”
I was going to, Ryan thought to himself. I was going to before you came and butted in on the fun.
Blake stroked the blond’s hair even as her mouth slurped away on his cock. “Oh fuck,” he groaned.
Sammie pulled her mouth free. “You like that?” she asked.
“Yeah, Babe. I love it.”
“You want me to suck you more.”
“Oh yeah, Babe. You know it. You know what I want.”
“Mmm yeah,” the blond purred. “I know what you want and once more, her head was sliding back beneath the table.
“Wait!”
The blond looked up. “Wait?”
“Are you wearing any panties?”
Sammie sat back on her heels and she winked at the man in front of her. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”
“Yeah, I would,” Blake said.
“Well, I’m not sure I want to tell you.”
“No?”
Sammie shook her head. “I’m not sure I want to tell you ... unless you make it worth my while.”
“Yeah, and how am I supposed to do that?”
“You’re a bright boy. Let’s see if you can’t figure it out.”
Blake looked over at Ryan. “Oooh, a challenge. I like it.”
Ryan couldn’t help but groan. There was little doubt on his part that Blake was going to figure it out.
“Come here,” Blake said and Sammie shook her head.
“I said come here.”
Again, Sammie shook her head. “You’re not going to get it that easy,” she said.
Ryan could see Blake looking just a little surprised and he was starting to wonder if Sammie was coming to her senses. He certainly hoped that was what was happening.
But already, Blake was moving closer. “But Baby,” he cajoled, “you liked sucking my cock.”
“Yeah, so?”
Ryan would have been a little more encouraged if there had been a little more fire in her words but there wasn’t. The way Sammie sounded, it almost sounded as if she were daring Blake to make her do something.
“So you liked that. You’re going to like it even better when I fuck your pussy.”
“That’s it? That’s the best you can do?”
Blake grinned even as he moved closer. “No, that’s not the best I can do.”
Sammie kept sliding away from him until her body was pressed up against Ryan’s and then she could go no further. Having a half naked girl pressed up against his body wasn’t a bad thing, Ryan thought, and it was even better when that half-naked body belonged to Sammie, but it was clear that as far as Sammie was concerned, Ryan was nothing more than a piece of furniture she could lean against because her eyes never left Blake’s body.
And Blake was following her on around the booth until his body was pushed up against hers. His hand stroked her naked torso and Sammie couldn’t help but moan.
“I didn’t say you could touch my panties,” Sammie said.
“I’m not touching your panties,” Blake said. “I’m not touching you anywhere you haven’t already said I could touch you.”
“But—”
“You want me to touch your pussy, you’re going to tell me you want it.”
“But—”
Whatever else the girl might have been about to say was lost as Blake moved in to kiss her, and then he kissed her again, and again, and again, and there was no doubt about it. Sammie wasn’t objecting anymore.
She finally pushed him back. “Don’t think you can get what you want just by kissing me,” she said.
“Of course not,” the man said but in the next instant, he was kissing her again.
And Sammie moaned as Blake’s hand squeezed her breast.
Finally, Blake pulled back. “What do you want?” he asked.
Sammie was breathing heavily. “I ... I ... I want you to kiss me.”
“Of course,” and once more, Blake’s lips were on Sammie’s lips.
Once more, Sammie moaned and her body wriggled under his attentions.
Once more, Blake pulled back. “Tell me what you want,” he demanded.
“I ... I want you to fuck me.”
“Are you sure?”
“God damn it. Of course I’m sure.”
“Then that means I’m going to have to put my hand here,” Blake said as his hand slipped beneath Sammie’s dress.
“I guess you found out then.”
“Found out?”
“Yeah. You know. Whether I’m wearing any panties.”
Oh God, Ryan thought. Here was Sammie pressed up against him. He’d always wanted to know what it felt like to have her body pressed up against his and now that it was finally happening, he couldn’t help but feel slightly nauseous.
“I think someone’s got a wet pussy.”
The girl gasped as she felt Blake pry her panties to one side.
“Tell me what you’d like me to do, Babe.”
“I want you to fuck me,” the girl moaned.
Blake’s fingers had pried the girl’s panties to one side and now he was rubbing his fingers over her clit. “Are you sure you want me to do that?” he asked. “In front of all these people?”
“Oh geez,” the girl moaned. “Oh geez. I don’t care. I just want you to fuck me.”
Blake grinned. “I guess a man’s got to do what a man’s got to do.”
Oh God, Ryan thought. He couldn’t believe his friend had said something so cavalier as that.
“You want me to fuck you,” Blake said, “then you got to lie down.”
Oh my God, Ryan thought. They couldn’t really be thinking of doing something like that, not here, and yet even as he was thinking that, he felt the girl slide down onto the seat and then she was slipping out of sight beneath the table.
“Fuck me,” the girl moaned as she looked up at Blake.
Oh my God, Ryan thought again. There was his friend with his dick hanging out and there he was poised over the blond. Oh my God, Ryan thought. Didn’t anyone else see what he saw.
And that was just it, Ryan realized. No one did see. Lying down in the booth, Sammie was completely out of sight and Blake, okay, what Blake was doing had to look weird, but if no one saw Sammie, and if no one saw Blake’s dick, then they didn’t really see what Blake was doing.
“Oh yeah,” Sammie moaned as Blake entered her. “Oh yeah. Fuck me.”
This sucked, Ryan thought as he watched his friend fuck the girl. This totally sucked. He took another drink and looked back into the club. There was still seemingly no one who was taking notice of what was going on there in the booth where the three of them were.
Ryan drained the last few dregs of his drink from his glass as he watched the girl moan with each thrust of the man’s cock. This totally sucked.
“Oh my God,” Sammie moaned. “Oh my God. You’re so big.”
“Nah, Babe. You’re so tight and I love it. I love that tight, little pussy.”
“Am I tighter than Reanna?”
“Tighter and better in every way. Oh my God. I’m going to cum.”
“I want you to,” Sammie moaned. “I want you to cum. I want you to fill me up.”
“Oh fuck,” the man groaned.
“Come on,” the girl purred. “Come on. Do it.”
“Oh God, Babe. Oh God. Here it comes.”
Ryan watched Sammie finally succumb to what Blake’s cock was doing to her, and even as he did, Ryan found one thought going round and round in his head. Which of the two of them had had the “special” drink, and which of the two of them had had the ordinary one. For the life of him, Ryan just couldn’t figure that one out.