No one would believe the bad day Mike Wheeler had just had.
He rolled his eyes before stepping out of the warmth the New York subway offered. The man was contemplating whether to satisfy his clouded mind with a drink or two at the local bar.
The coldness of the October night wrapped around his throat and sent a shiver down his spine, it seemed as though he was the greatest prisoner of an arid and cold warehouse, stuck behind it's bars and manipulative whistles of the wind.
The briefcase he held in his cold grip, filled with excessive documents, weighed him down: like his constant loitering heart.
And only then did the man decide, he desperately needed that drink.
Instead of walking his normal route home, the man took a detour upon a street, that soon filled his ears with a heavy melodic bass.
The smirk on his lips glew brightly as the neon lights that ironically read, "Neon nights," outlined them.
The bouncer that stood at the door had simply nodded his head in the direction of the man.
He after all, was benevolent in this sector of the city.
The room he entered, held the strong stench of rums and spirits and all curious eyes twinkled as they landed upon the gentleman of such high standard.
Women who owned thick and seductive figures fixed their hair and lowered their tops in a provocative manner, whilst men watched his every move, just hoping to be his figurative descent.
Mike made his way toward the bar stool he had grown to know so well and rested his briefcase on the empty seat abreast him.
At the bar, he caught glimpse of the back of a head with intricate honey locks, that trickled downward like a cascade of water. It's dense volume bounced against the pair of dainty shoulders the young woman owned.
He wondered how he had not seen her before.
A guilty smirk spread amongst the man's face and his troubled voice, simply seeking leverage, left his lips. "Excuse me love ?"
The beautiful bartender whipped her head back toward the counter, having heard the husky voice that somehow, melodically filled the air.
Her red uniform fell low upon her chest, and her curves really seemed divine in such a colour.
She responded, a radiant smile igniting amongst her heavenly features, "Yes sir ?"
"Would you be so kind as to get me a Whiskey." He flashed his perfectly pearly teeth, looked down toward the angel's name badge, then finished his sentence, "Hard on the rocks please...Miss El."
The girl blushed, her cheeks heating to a dangerous temperature, accompanied by a deep crimson shade. It was not often that the customers she served treated her with such intricate respect. "Of course sir."
Quickly, the woman completed the job she had been paid to do, and was handing the man, with luscious rambunctious curls and fine obsidian eyes his desired drink.
As Mike took the drink, their fingers brushed, they electrified each other's bodies in that minuscule millisecond and their hearts pumped wildly at the unrecognisable pace. Their eyes locked almost passionately, yet soon diverted.
They were simply star crossed lovers, and their horoscopes were not compatible.
The gentleman coughed, his eyes reverting to his drink as he immediately began to inspect the beverage. "Thank you."
El tucked a loose strand of her honey hair behind her ear. "No problem sir."
"How much ?" Mike replied
"Eight dollars." The woman simply smiled.
Mike reached for his wallet and searched through the dollar compartment, only, he could not seem to find the usual ten dollar bills he kept tucked away.
He grinned as his finger brushed against the one-hundred dollar bills freshly retrieved from the bank, that same morning. He slipped it out and rested it upon the marble table.
He lowered his voice before croaking a compromise, his eyes roamed against each feature possessed by the beautiful woman. "I do not have the price you require, so here is a little treat...El."
He inched closer toward her face, eyes stuck on her rosy lips.
"Keep it for yourself."
"Mr..." She had never actually had the chance to ask the fine gentleman his name.
"Wheeler. Mike Wheeler."Mike responded almost amused, as he watched her movements curiously.
"Mr Wheeler, I can not accept this, this is more than I'd of gained tonight." The girl pushed the kind gesture back toward him
"I insist." Mike Wheeler was an extremely stubborn. The girl would not leave the bar, without that bill.
"I...I would not know how to repay you sir." She spoke up, her eyes landing on his, a new emotion glinting within them.
"It's ok El, you do not owe me anything." He replied to the girl, his eyes colliding with hers as he spotted the glint. He slid the bill across the counter top once again.
"No...Mr Wheeler, I don't think you understand," the woman grinned seductively, leaning over the counter so their faces were just inches apart.
"I want to repay you."
The man felt the warm breath of the woman radiating amongst his face, he quirked his brow at her suggestive rebuttal, before replying. "Oh... what do suggest El ?"
The girl raised an eyebrow whilst Mikes gaze landed on her provocative red uniform that was enticingly slipping downward. "I get off in five, stick around to find out."
"I'll be waiting." Mike responded, his voice husky as pleasure began to seep through his throat.
El moved back from the counter and made sure to keep her eyes upon his as she slipped the bill into her bust area.
The man grinned at her devilishly.
He would dominate her and that was a promise he intended to keep.
...
The gentle echo of chattering guests and music filled the mans ears. He constantly found himself glancing toward his watch, counting down the seconds till the moment he could make his exit-accompanied by his new acquaintance of course.
It was so suddenly, that Mike felt the warm hand of the girl against his shoulder.
"Ready ?" She smiled toward him and tilted her head.
"Lead the way." Mike replied as his heartbeat began to quicken.
The pair left the bar as they walked a small distance down an isolated road.
Mike looked over to el and could not help but admire her Surreal allurement.
She was gorgeous.
Her beauty did not however, erase that fact that he was going to a place he had no clue of.
The walk was short and the pair paused outside an apartment building with a narrow entrance.
El smiled gently and she fiddled with the bundle of keys in her purse to unlock the first door of the apartment.
Mike looked around as he felt the warmth of the concierge engulf him. The lighting was dim since it was late and all the curtains had been drawn.
El led the way up the stairs, making sure to swing her hips seductively in front of Mike.
This seemed to work, as Mike soon had his large and possessive hand on the plump curve of her ass.
El turned back momentarily, her light eyes begging to be touch on every other inch of her body in such a bold manner.
Mike just smirked and whispered, his voice hoarse, "Hurry and get to the room and I'll touch you how you please."
The girl immediately sped up her steps and met her door on level two.
Her heart was pounding in her chest as she put the key into the door to reveal her small but cosy home.
She had hardly even locked the door when her small figure was being doubled over, and her pale cheek was pressed again the front door.
A breathy moan left her lips as she felt the man behind her lift up her pencil skirt.
Almost immediately, the burning feeling trapped between El's thighs began to feel justice.
"Mike..." El moaned as the man worked his very skilled fingers against her.
The man moved his free hand to El's throat and gently moved her upper torso flush against his back.
"Do you like that El ?" Mike whispered against El's ear as he nibbled on her lobe.
El swore she could've came right then and there as warmth of his breath made her hazy with pleasure.
"Uh...yes..." She barely whispered as his lips moved toward the junction between her neck and collar bond.
"You need to speak up baby girl..."
Mike taunted El as his pace quickened.
"Uh...ah...yes !" Her head lolled to the side as her vision began to turn hazy.
"Good girl..." Mike growled as he continued to lick and suck at the crook of her neck.
"I think I'm gonna...uh..." El whimpered, as her walls clenched around mikes bony digits.
"Ahhh...Mike..." The girls vision instantly turned hazy as her eyes rolled to the back of her head.
"Mike !" She groaned out in pleasure as she gently fell against the wall.
"Fuck..." Mike whispered as he finally removed his fingers from El's walls of goodness.
El turned to face Mike with a slight sheen on her forehead.
"That was amazing..." She panted, her small breaths fanning against the tip of his nose.
"Why use the past tense doll ? We're not done yet." Mike smirked as he inched closer to her lips.
"What do you mean- ?"
El questioned. That was before she felt her body being lifted off of the ground.
Mike swept the girl up in his arms with ease and gripped at the thickness of her bottom possessively.
"We're not done yet." He repeated sternly, placing a gentle kiss to her neck.
The thing was...this wasn't Mike's apartment, so he had not a single idea as to where he could devour such a beautiful little doll.
he looked around the small space consisting of a connected living room and kitchen.
His eyes fell against the fine marble of the kitchen counter.
The boy grinned as his long legs took strides toward the counter.
Immediately, he set the woman down and whispered against the lobe of her ear. "Spread your pretty little legs doll."
She did as told and widened them, whilst she ran her hands against the inner thigh of her leg seductively.
A simple "I want you." Fell from her lips as she maintained eye contact immensely.
That was all it had taken for Mike to wrench down her red thongs and his smart trousers.
Mike grasped her plump hips and dragged her toward the edge of the counter.
Almost immediately, their hips connected in a flurry, they moved at an exhilarating pace.
"Mike..." She panted as her body bounced up and down against his manhood.
"Fuck...you're so loose..." He spoke, his warm mouth engulfing her perky nipple.
"So...close..." She wiggled her hips as she felt her her final ride of pleasure nearing.
Mike quickened to a sinuous pace, as a loud groan left his lips.
Stars filled mikes eyes as his vision became a blur.
"FUCK..." He filled El with his much desired dessert and almost instantly, she too came, as if a cascading river.
"AH...MIKE..." She cried as her lips fluttered to a rest.
"Fuck." Mike groaned, pulling out of her.
"God...Mike. That was amazing."
"We have to see again babe."
"I'll have to see, I work like crazy, I'm saving up for a car." She spoke as she jumped off of the counter pulling on her pencil skirt.
"What car is it ?" The man questioned curiously as his eyes fell to her bare chest as she struggled into her pieces of clothing.
"Fiat 500 x urban, it's my dream car, my grandad left me most of the money, but I'm still working on the remaining $4,000." She let out a small puff causing her hair to lift off of her face gently.
"Hm...okay." Mike replied, his voice still coarse.
The room suddenly fell into a heavy silence as Mike pulled on the rest of his clothes and el watched in arousal.
"Let me know your phone number and email doll." Mike finally spoke as he began to pick up his discarded belongings.
"My email ?" El spoke, her eyebrows lifting in confusion.
"Come on baby doll, just do it...I like to be formal sometimes." Mike responded, his hand falling to the soft surface of her cheek.
"Ok, pass me your phone." To that affirmation, el quickly typed her contact details into mikes phone. She made sure to mark her number with a signature kiss emoji.
"A kissing emoji ?" Mike smirks as he took back the phone.
"Just so you know I'm always available."
El responded, a she bit her lip with a glint in her eye.
Mike smiled, "You know it doll."
He collected his things and had made his way to the apartments front door, before turning in his tracks. "I'll be back at the bar tomorrow."
El grinned, twirling a strand of hair against her fingers, "I'll be waiting Mr Wheeler."
"Bye El." He threw a quick wink toward her direction before closing the door softly behind him.
At the click of the door el sighed softly. She liked Mike, he seemed like a really great guy, despite having known him for much less than a day.
She shook her head at the thoughts leaking into the intellectual part of her brain.
She couldn't already like this guy, that was simply ridiculous. She just needed a warm bath to distract her.
She began to move through her apartment when a ding from her phone distracted her.
She looked down toward the flashing screen and squinted her eyes.
Venmo
Mike Wheeler paid you $5,000-💵 🚗 your venom balance is now $5,000.
A ghastly breath fell from the woman's plump lips. She couldn't help but smile in awe. This man definitely, deserved a reward.
Tomorrow night would be a night he would not forget. But for now, a virtual call would have to do...
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Why has it taken me months to update a one shot book ? Not a clue. Lol my uncle calls my aunt doll and I thought it was cute...now thinking about that I'm grossed out bc...they inspired me to write my smu-
Goodbye 💔
Not proof read.
Part 2 ?