Part 1
Brandon:I had just finished another job...this time I was in Boston, and it was time to treat myself to something with long sexy legs. I looked at my watch, the night was still young. I revved my bike and went to one of the night clubs where I knew the owners, I knew that there would be plenty of hot women, who were barely dressed. I pulled up and hopped off my bike, putting my helmet on one of the pegs as I got off and walked right past the crowd of people trying to get in. I took a seat at the bar and ordered a beer, turning to scan the crowd.
Faith:I run my hands through my long hair after teasing several guys into a lathered frenzy on the dance floor. I walk up to the bar and shout over the loud house music. "Yo! Can a girl get a beer here?"
Brandon:I had my eyes on her brunette who was definitly hot and she knew it. Just the kind of girl I normally went for. I looked at her and gave her an appreciative smile. A girl who know's what she wants. The bartender's back was still turned. "Hey, give her whatever she wants and put it on my tab." I said as I looked at her again...and there were those legs...Damnnn
Faith:I chuckle softly and slowly turn to the boy who decided to buy me a drink. I call to the bar tender, "In that case, give me 2 shots of single malt whiskey with the beer." I turn to face him and cock a hip, flipping my hair over my shoulder. "You in the habit of buying drinks for women you don't have a chance with?"
Brandon:"Never" I said with a grin. "Besides with as much as you're drinking, you're going to need someone to make sure you make it home safely" I said with a sly grin. I nodded towards the bar tender as he began getting her drink. "Make that two...I'll have what she's having." I said as I slid closer towards her.
Faith:I have to admit that I am intrigued by his confidence, bordering on cockiness. "Unless you got a bike that will keep up with mine, I hate to tell you you'll be left in the dust." I take one of the shots and raise it to him in a toast.
Brandon:I can't help but smile...and she rides a bike. This woman is hot as hell. "Well does yours have training wheels?" I said jokingly as I toasted her drink and downed the shot. Ugh. I hate the taste of whiskey, taste like straight ass. But...in this case, with a beautiful woman, I'd drink the damn bottle. "As for leaving me in the dust? Babe...you'll be begging for me to do it again." I said with another grin.
Faith:I chuckle and shake my head, downing the shot then licking around the rim of the glass. "Actually, mine is the Indian out there, and as far as training wheels go, perhaps you should get some for your helmet," I tease, motioning to the obvious smoosh on the sides of his hair. "Also, I'm rarely the one doing the begging, but if you ask real nice I'll make you do it."
Brandon:"Hey man...gotta keep the brain in one piece." I said, she was dangerous...no helmet. "Nice..." I said with a smile...I was just picturing her straddling...the motorcycle of course. "Well...can't say I've ever begged, but...I may be willing to make a change to that..." I said jokingly. Ha, I'd never beg for it... I turned and motioned for the bartender to come over...I handed him a handfull of bills..."Make sure our glasses don't go empty." I said as I raised my glass to her and downed another shot.
Faith:I raise my eyebrow at the thick stack of bills he hands the bartender. Perhaps he does have potential anyway. I chuckle to myself at the pun. "Easy there Northeast, I'd hate to have to throw you over the back of my bike and drop you off on a corner somewhere." I grin and down two more shots, chasing them with a long swig of beer.
Brandon:"I don't ride bitch" I said as I took two more shots, putting myself one ahead of her, good thing I started my partying young, or else I might not be able to handle this girl. She wasn't even slightly drunk...buzzed, maybe. "Corner? So you think I'm hot enough for sex? Which means you pictured me naked." I said with a laugh.
Faith:"I believe you've had a few to many shots, I said ON a corner, not IN a corner." I down the rest of my beer, taking two more shots and slamming the glasses down on the bar. "So, do you dance as well as you drink?"
Brandon:"Nah...I can hold my liquor like anybody else." I said as I drank some more of my beer. "Dance...Yeah, I guess." I said, talk about being modest...I could break dance and just dance in general, I live in New York City...everybody can dance. "Shall we dance?" I said, extending my hand to her.
Faith:I give him a cocky smile and flip my hair over my shoulder, walking into the throng of bodies, having no doubt he will follow. I turn around and face the direction I came, moving with the music as I run my hands over my chest and stomach.
Brandon:I take my hand back and follow her onto the dance floor, people moving out of our way. I thought it was me, but then I saw the way the people were looking at this girl...it was her, and she damn well knew it. I couldn't help but smile...I walked closer to her and started dancing. I reached and put my hands on her hips, swaying them with the music.
Faith:I playfully slap his hands away, even though I have already decided I will be taking him home, I don't want to let him know that just yet. I turn my back to him, bending over, swaying my hips suggestively near his crotch before quickly standing up, flipping my hair close to his face.
Brandon:I pull my hands back, when she smacks them, teasing her as I reach again, but then she turns and dances...booty dances...hell yes. This girl is amazing, and she flipped her hair, I can smell her shampoo...I finally got ahold of her hips and pulled her closer to me, my hips grinding against hers as I leaned down and kissed her, before pulling away and looking into her eyes.
Faith:I lick my lips, looking into his eyes, a wicked grin on my face. "Seems to be gettin' hot in here, maybe we need another beer," I say, my hands finding their way into the back pockets of his jeans, squeezing lightly.
Brandon:"Another drink it is then" I said as we walked back towards the bar. I took a seat next to her as two more beers showed up. I looked at her and leaned over to kiss her again. "here's to training wheels and helmets" I said teasingly as I drank half my beer.
Faith:I return the kiss and take a big swig as well. "I'll drink to that." I scoot my barstool closer to him and wrap my arm around his neck, pulling him forcefully to me as I kiss him hard and fast.
Brandon:I put my drink on the table and cup her face with my know free hand, my other hand already pulling her closer, pretty much out of her chair and closer to me. Our lips fighting for dominance in the kiss.
Faith:I smile against his mouth and nip his bottom lip before pulling away, gracefully climbing up to straddle his lap. "I guess the heat must just be me because this beer ain't helpin'."
Brandon:I can't help but lean back as she straddles me, I kiss her again. "Here I was thinking it was just me..." I said teasingly, my hands slowly going up the back of her shirt, rubbing against her bare back. My lips crashing against hers again.
Faith:I arch my back under his hands, pressing my breasts against his chest. I lick over his lips, pressing my tongue into his mouth. He tastes like beer, whiskey, and mouthwash. I've certainly tasted worse things before.
Brandon:I stand up, her legs wrapped around my waist, one hand still up her shirt my other hand into my back pocket to pull out more money, I tossed some more money onto the counter and started my way out of the club. Kissing her still...my hand found its way back to her shirt, as my hands slid up her sides and then back down as I pushed open a door and looked at the parking lot.
Faith:I'm impressed that he can carry me, most guys wouldn't bother, I have to admit it's pretty sexy. I unwrap myself from him and look over at my bike. "So, we just gonna do this up against a wall? Or you wanna find something a little more comfortable?" I ask with a wicked grin.
Brandon:I gave her a sly smile..."I'm thinking about changing my standards and riding bitch...just on the bike though" I said, walking towards her bike with her. I lean down and kiss her again, my hands wandering lower and cupping her ass, as I pull up a little as we kiss. "And comfortable is good..."
Faith:I laugh at his statement and grind against him as he grabs my ass. "Well, you wanna get your training wheels? Or you a big enough boy to ride without it?"
Brandon:"Well, I guess it's safe...although...women drivers equals no survivors." I said teasingly as I watched her mount her bike, I couldn't help but give her an appreciative grin. I kicked the pegs down and threw my legs over the bike, sitting behind her. "A guy could get used to this" I whispered into her ear, as my hands went to her stomach as I held on. My right hand continue to slide down her body, sliding down her inner leg as we rode on the road.
Faith:"Hey, I'm not the one that feels like I have to wear a helmet!" I call back, the wind whipping around us quickly. Before long, I pull into my hotel room. It's nicer than I usually go for, but hey, I don't plan to be here long, B will throw a fit if I don't get to San Fran soon. "C'mon, my room's right over there," I say, waiting for him to get off before swinging my leg over and taking his hand.
Brandon:I get off and take her hand, but as she walks away I spin her back towards me and kiss her a bit rougher now. "Lead away" I said as I looked around, pretty nice hotel...must mean she makes money or something.
Faith:I give him a little growl as he kisses me roughly, gripping his ass hard. I open the door and toss the keys on the table, closing and locking it behind us before slamming him against it and kissing him hard, biting his lip then kissing down his neck.
Brandon:Damn, talk about freaking controling, I think I can taste my own blood. I looked at her as she was kissing my neck. She wasn't a vampire...but she sure as hell packed a punch for a girl so small. I spun her around so her back was against the door as I kissed her, my hands wandering over her body, my hands going to her shirt as I pulled it over her head, and then kissing her again as I ran my hands against her body.
Faith:I grin as I feel his surprise, liking it as he spins us around. I lift my arms as he peels my tight tank off, looking down to see his reaction at the lack of bra. I pull at his shirt, tossing it on the floor. I scrape my nails across his back, wrapping my legs around him, grinding against him.
Brandon:Good god, this woman could be the death of me. She's freaking hot as hell. I can't take my eyes off her body, and then she's pulling my shirt off. I gripped her thighs as I pushed her against the wall, grinding back against her...Fuck yeah...this is what I'm talking about. I felt her nails across my back and grinded harder against her. With my right hand I worked my way down her body and played with the buttons on her pants, until I finally managed to get them loose.
Faith:I groan and bite my lip, arching to give him better access to my jeans. I grab his pants and quickly start to unfasten them. "What do you say we hit the bed?"