Stile's Point of View
"...um tequila please," I ask politely.
The bartender looks a little bit surprised when I asked politely.
Damn Sti, you're supposed to trick them not make yourself look weird.
I can hear Scott's voice in the back of my head right now, "don't try to be something you're not. Be proud to be a submissive. Being a submissive takes more courage and strength."
I sigh again.
The bartender gives me the drink, "Thanks." I say.
He gave me that look again.
Fuck. Just stop talking.
I continue to look around and observe while slowly drinking my drink. I don't want to get drunk to the point where I can't defend myself or get home safely.
I don't realize how long I was at the bar but my drink ran out so I set the glass down on the bar.
"Would you like another?" the bartender asks.
"No, actually I'd like a water please," I say.
"Sure thing." Again with the look.
Ugh.
He hands me the glass and I take a sip of the water.
A dude sits down next to me, defiantly a dominate, and the bartender immediately gives him a drink without even asking what he wanted. This dude must be a regular if the bartender knows his drink without being told.
Does he have dark brown spiky hair? I guess you could say it's spiky. I'm not good with hair, to be honest, I can barely manage mine. At one point it got so bad I just shaved it all off, the worst decision of my life. Anyway, back to the hot dude. Oh god, I called him hot.
Ugh.
He's wearing tight black jeans with rips at the knees with a dark red almost crimson color t-shirt and a black leather jacket.
He looks really hot and defiantly is a dominate, oops already said that. Whatever. I wouldn't mind him bending me over his knees and ripping my panties off and smacking my ass with his hand over and over again till my ass is black and blue.
Okay not black and blue but like red, a bright red. Mhm, maybe a dark red. I don't really know right now. Maybe I can figure it out later. Anyway, I'm not into the whole sadistic shit and never will be.
He takes a sip and sets his glass down.
"You're new here and by the way... A picture might last longer darling," he says and that's when I finally realize how long I've been staring.
Apparently it was long enough for him to notice me awkwardly and embarrassingly staring at him like he is a god, which he may very well be.
"Sorry." I finally say and quickly look away.
He gets a little closer to me.
"Why are you lying to yourself?" he asks.
"What do you mean sssssss?" SHIT! I almost called him sir! That totally would have blown my cover.
I can see him look down at his drink as he swirls the ice around smirking. God that smirk is so fucking hot.
"We both know that you shouldn't be wearing that," he says as he looks back up at me.
"Oh? And what should I be wearing Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome?" I sarcastically and stupidly ask him.
I realize what I did once he gave me a stare. Damn, me and my mouth.
I quickly apologized and lowered my eyes to my glass and sigh.
"You caught me," I say quietly.
Number of Words: 590
Published: December 4th, 2019