Extra-Hot Wet Cappuccino (IC)

[fukensploogin]

"Do you really think that's such a good idea, I mean..."

I looked around; no customers waiting for help, all the staff busting ass... I leaned in close to her and said quietly, just for her to hear: "I think we need to do something to make this work, because I sure as shit can't work like this. So I'm gonna buy you a drink tonight and we'll have us a nice chat..." I leaned in closer and whispered in her ear, "and then we'll fuck like a couple of animals," I pulled back a bit, "and this'll all be fine."

I looked around the store again... things going smoothly. I looked back at Sarah, right into her eyes. "Sound good?"

 

[WickedSpitFire]

I think we need to do something to make this work, because I sure as shit can't work like this. So I'm gonna buy you a drink tonight and we'll have us a nice chat...and then we'll fuck like a couple of animals...and this'll all be fine.

I couldn't look up at him. I was too scared. If I thought my heart was pounding through my chest before, it was nothing to what I felt as he leaned in closer to me. I swore it could've been loud enough for the entire staff to hear.

I drew my chin up to say as firmly as possible that no, it would not all be fine, but just as I did so he spoke again.

Sound good?

There was enough resolution and finality in his voice that it kept my mouth shut. I couldn't and wouldn't answer him, but he didn't seem to care. His shift was over before mine was, but that didn't make any difference. I had a feeling he was patient and that he would wait.

So that was how the rest of the day went. I avoided everyone - Tommy included - unless it was absolutely necessary. Unless I didn't have any other choice. He was yanking on something inside of me that I didn't understand and I would have rather been left alone, but because he knew it better than I did he just wasn't going to. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched him as he clocked out, praying that he would once again let it go as he had the night before...but instinct said that I ought to prepare myself for another long evening.

 

[fukensploogin]

I clocked out an hour and a half before Sarah would be getting off. She hadn't answered when I asked her about that drink, but she was definitely getting one with me. I couldn't keep working like this with her. Avoidance, uncomfortable silence, all that bullshit.

And everything from the night before still weighed so heavy. I went outside and sat on the bench across the street, pulled a book from my bag, started reading where I'd left off a couple days before. My thoughts, however, were strictly focused on replaying the events of the night before. The nasty things we said to each other. The way I'd hit her. I fucking hit her! I never raised my hand to a woman in my life but I beat that girl last night!

I shook my head, shut the book, looked up at the sky, watched the pretty white clouds floating by, totally oblivious to the hell my soul was going through. I smoked a couple of cigarettes. I tried and tried and tried to figure out just what the hell it was about that girl that had made me snap like that.

But... even though it had been a violent attack... by the end of it... she had cum all over my dick. That wouldn't have happened if there hadn't been some kind of response on her part...

Something told me that tonight was going to be even weirder than last.

 

[WickedSpitFire]

He was acting as if our predicament was all my fault. I could see it in the look in his eyes, even though I couldn't bring myself to meet his gaze. Responsibility for the night before lay on bot of us, that was true, but for whatever reason he just wouldn't let it go.

Tommy had no idea what he was doing or what the hell he was fucking around with. Nor did I, for that matter - but I was perfectly content to continue on not knowing. Whatever the hell it was could remain unknown for all I cared. Nevermind the fact I'd never orgasmed so hard in my life - and on command? It was too much to think about, too much to contemplate. I wasn't curious in the slightest. If only I could say it enough to make myself believe it.

I spent the last hour wrapping up all loose ends. I watched Tommy as he left, hoping he would head home, but I could've kicked myself for having false hope. After leaving he sat quite patiently in full view of the store. Before I had wanted nothing more than for my shift to end, but now I was terrified.

My time was up - my shift over, the register waiting for me to clock out. As I went into the back to gather my things I knew I had a choice to make...I could go out the front, in full view of Tommy; or I could try slipping out the back. The latter seemed like the best idea - save for the fact that beyond the patio was a fairly narrow alleyway. By the end of it my apartment would only be another block, or less, but I had to make it that far before Tommy began to realize the time. ithout a second thought I slipped out the back, walking briskly down the alley.

 

[st_fornicate]

OOC: continuing on here for the esteemed Mr Sploogin...

IC: The time passed me by as I daydreamed, pondering what may be in store for myself and Sarah... The whole thing was so fucked up. We had fought, and I had beaten and raped her... And then it got really complicated.

Before I knew it, though, Sarah's shift was up, and she was gone. I never saw her come out the front. I went back into the coffee shop to get myself a cup, and figured out she had been gone for at least ten minutes; more than long enough for her to make it home.

God what the fuck was wrong with me, anyways? Did I really expect her to go out for drinks with me, after everything we'd done to each other? What an idiot I was!

When I started contemplating sitting outside her apartment building, I realized I was turning into a stalker. I headed home instead. Maybe my guitar would have something nice to say to me.

It didn't, even after smoking a couple of joints with my roommates. Sarah was all I could think about. This was fucking obnoxious.

 

[WickedSpitFire]

As I reached the end of the alleyway, my heart was ready to pound through my chest. I had half a mind to run out the adrenaline and just sprint home...but I kept my cool. I kept my pace to what probably looked something like a jog.

I got to my apartment and locked up tight. I pulled the shades. I felt like a prisoner in my own home, but I was home all the same and I didn't care. I was so fuckin confused.Tommy had hit me, and then fucked me, even when I told him no...even though I wasn't sure if I meant it or not...because he'd made me cum...

I paced around my apartment. I was worried. I was nervous he'd be mad at me for disappearing out the back without a word. What would he do to me?

I couldn't deny that the thought was both frightening...as well as exciting...I couldn't help it. Fuck me if I knew why. For the life of me I couldn't figure it out.

I stopped pacing and I picked up my phone...like maybe I should call or text, or say something, anything. But what would I say? Sorry? That didn't seem right. We had one more day of work together, a day he was scheduled to be on the floor and I wasn't, and then I would have a much needed day off. Tomorrow would fucking blow if he was irritated with me, again.

Ugh. It might end up being a mistake, but I felt like I had to do something. I decided to shoot him a quick message.

Sorry...I probably should've said something before I skipped out."

 

[st_fornicate]

The last thing I was expecting was a text message from Sarah. And apologizing for leaving without saying anything?

This was getting weirder and weirder, and I really wasn't sure what to make of it. I left my two roommates to their video game and stepped out onto the apartment balcony to smoke a cigarette and ponder my response to her.

I flicked my cigarette away and typed out a response.

I don't blame you. No worries. But the offer still stands, if you're up for a drink.

I didn't have to work until after noon. My roommates were sparking up another joint and calling for me. I stood there for a moment and looked at my phone...

 

[WickedSpitFire]

I sat in my living room, tapping my foot. When my phone went off, the response I got...well, let's just say I wasn't expecting it. I mean...by the sounds of it, I thought maybe we might actually be able to patch this whole thing up, play nice and get along. At least well enough to work together and not irritate the fuck out of each other to the point of coming to blows again. Maybe.

I debated meeting him for a drink. I felt like an ass for running out on him...so I figured what the hell. Why not? It really couldn't get any worse, could it?

Sure. Tell me when and where.

I took a quick shower and changed out of my work clothes, so I wouldn't smell like coffee. Instead I put on a simple summer dress perfect for a warm summers night. I felt awkward putting too much effort into getting dressed, so after a quick once over, I was ready to head out the door.

 

[st_fornicate]

My phone buzzed as I was flicking my cigarette away. I had to read the message twice for it to sink in. I hadn't thought for a second she would agree, but there it was.

I quickly shot her a message in response. "The Pub at Valencia and Solano. One hour."

I went inside and took a quick shower to wash away the coffee and the stink of the weed and then got dressed in jeans and a black tee shirt. I shook my head as I looked in the mirror. This was going to be weird.

Who goes out for drinks with someone they raped? Fuck, I should be in jail! A paranoid feeling crept up on me. Was she setting me up? No... If she'd wanted to press charges I would already be in handcuffs. Right?

My heart thumped as I headed out. The Pub was just a couple blocks away. It was a nice summer evening, with just a faint breeze to cool the heat of what remained of the sun. I got to the Pub and headed inside. The Pub had a front patio and plenty of comfy armchairs and couches inside. It was fairly busy tonight, but not packed, and the place was known for its laid-back atmosphere. There wasn't even a proper bar to sit at, just a counter to get drinks.

She wasn't there yet, so I got myself a pint and found a seat next to a bookshelf. I grabbed a book and started absently flipping through it, wondering if she'd even show up. My chair was close to the front door, so we'd see each other easily if she showed.

 

[WickedSpitFire]

By the time I was dressed and ready, he'd already sent me the address. I was sort of familiar with the place even though I'd never been. The walk wouldn't be too bad, I'd grab a light sweater, just in case. I fussed in the mirror for a minute and then had to check my brain.

Why was I fussing over how I looked? I felt like an idiot. It's not like this was any sort of date. This was going to be a smile, shake hands, agree not to try and kill each other anymore, go back to work and pretend like nothing happened, sort of thing.

I got my shit together and headed out the door. The walk was nice, I got there a few minutes past the hour, a hair late but not by much. I think it was the butterflies in my stomach that was slowing me down. I took a moment before stepping in side, to maybe try and calm down, but it wasn't really doing any good. I could smell the alcohol and booze, maybe that would help.

I took a breath and stepped inside. I'd started to scan the room, but it didn't take me long, he was sitting right near the door. Of course. Where else would he sit?

I spotted him and he acknowledged me as I entered the pub. I didn't smile as I walked towards him, even though normally, under normal circumstances, I would have. But this was anything but normal.

"Hey," I said to him as I took off my sweater. It was a little warm inside from all the people. It was busier than I expected. I looked at him, in his jeans and black shirt, he looked nice out of his uniform. There was something nagging me in the back of my brain, telling me this was all really wrong. Even just saying hey made me scratch my head a little. Not entirely sure what I was doing there, or why. I guess I just didn't care.

 

[st_fornicate]

"Hey," I replied, standing up as she approached me. I looked her up and down quickly; her little summer dress was cute, and she looked damn good in it. It was nice to see her in something besides work clothes. Really, I already thought she was quite attractive, and this didn't help.

Nevermind that I'd already had her naked once...

I shook the thought from my mind. "C'mon, let me buy you a drink," I said. I placed my hand on her back to lead her to the counter, and downed the rest of my beer on the way. This entire situation was so fucked up, and I needed the liquid courage. Bad.

We got to the counter and I pulled out my wallet. "A fresh pint of the hefeweizen," I said, placing my glass on the counter. "And whatever this pretty lady wants."

 

[WickedSpitFire]

C'mon, let me buy you a drink.

I had to stop myself from flinching at the feeling of his hand on my back. It was just a natural response. I didn't know what it meant. All I knew is that he was touching me again, and the touch of his hands were light, at that. These were the same hands that had thrown me around the coffee shop, torn off my clothes, and slapped...even hit me.

My confusion was getting worse. If I couldn't shake it, maybe the alcohol could.

A fresh pint of the hefeweizen...And whatever this pretty lady wants.

I asked for the same. I was far too in my head at that moment to try and consider what I actually wanted. A few awkward moments standing at the counter later, I was handed the pint, which I didn't hesitate to start in on.

For the first time that day, I turned to Tommy and actually looked him in the eye. If I was there for answers, I certainly wasn't going to find any, that was clear.

"So..." I said, taking another drink. I didn't know what else to say.

 

[st_fornicate]

"So..." she said.

I wasn't sure what to say either. "So let's grab a seat, huh?" I said. This was easily the most awkward I'd ever felt with a girl. I was really starting to see this was a big mistake.

We sat down in a corner of the Pub at a table. There was a bookcase nearby that was loaded up with boardgames. That would at least give us something to do instead of just sitting here uncomfortably.

Instead of grabbing a game, though, I started rambling. "Listen, I'm sorry... About earlier today. And the fight last night. You probably won't believe me but I can actually be a nice guy sometimes."

I took a long drink from my beer. I needed a cigarette. Bad.

 

[WickedSpitFire]

We took a seat and I continually nursed my beer. I really couldn't drink it fast enough. It was only growing more awkward by the minute, and neither of us knew what to do about it or how to fix it. And then...

Listen, I'm sorry... About earlier today. And the fight last night. You probably won't believe me but I can actually be a nice guy sometimes.

Oh boy. I'd hoped he would wait until I'd had at least one drink before starting to have this conversation, but no. It didn't take him long before he started spilled his guts. As I looked at him, nervously rambling, I saw him...differently. Differently from the way that I had the night before...

Was this really the same man? The same man who'd bit me, pulled me around by my hair, and had fucked me like an animal the night before?

I looked at him funnily. Was this some kind of trick? My pulse started to race a little at the thought of having been had...of Tommy having manipulated me...again...I got a little indignant but I did my best to stuff it down as I started nursing down the second half of my beer.

"Are you really? Sorry, I mean?"

 

[st_fornicate]

Her challenge caught me a bit off-guard. Was I really sorry?

I sat back and looked at her, took another drink from my beer. It was getting near the bottom. I pondered her question. Was I sorry? At all?

The events of the night before replayed themselves in my mind in a flash. I drained the beer down my gullet.

I leaned forward towards her. "No one has ever gotten me that pissed off before," I said.

I couldn't believe the next thing that came out of my mouth, either, but I said it and it was the truth: "And I've never enjoyed fucking someone so much. And I know you enjoyed it too. More than you'll admit."

 

[WickedSpitFire]

As he stopped, I knew. He could spill his apologetic guts all he wanted to, but it was all bullshit. As he sat back, he looked to me and for the second time I looked him in the eye. I looked for sincerity, and even though I believed he at least wanted to seem sincere...there was something missing.

No one has ever gotten me that pissed off before. And I've never enjoyed fucking someone so much. And I know you enjoyed it too. More than you'll admit.

I rolled my eyes. So what if I'd made him mad? He'd made me just as mad. And of course he had to remind me that okay, so maybe I liked him that way, because he'd also made me cum.

"Yeah you've got some temper, but getting pissed isn't any kind of excuse." I stopped for a moment, trying to gauge him as he sat there, leaning in close to me. We were back to poking and prodding one another...let's see where it could go.

"And you know what? I don't think I recall saying I didn't enjoy myself."

 

[st_fornicate]

I raised an eyebrow and smirked at her words. That was probably as close to an admission from her as I was going to get.

And while we were pushing buttons, I couldn't really help myself.

"Well, I gotta admit, you got a real funny way of flirting with a guy."

It was probably a really good thing we were in a public place. I already had an urge to smack her, and this was keeping me from doing anything stupid.

For the time being, anyway.

 

[WickedSpitFire]

'' Flirting? You call that flirting?''

I had to laugh at him. I finished my beer. I was going to need another, and soon. Flirting, oh please. I sat back in my seat, in disbelief. It was so unbelievable, it was humorous. I'd realized that he wasn't really sorry about what had happened, but what I didn't realize what just how unapologetic he was about it, really. It stung a bit.

'' God, you're an arrogant prick, aren't you?'' I said to him, lowly, before rolling my eyes again and laughing. It wasn't really a laughing matter, but I couldn't help it.

 

[st_fornicate]

I smirked yet again. "Well, you really just bring out the best in me," I said, noting that her glass was empty.

"But that's a very important managerial skill. Right alongside being a raging self-righteous bitch. Can I get you another drink?" I asked, standing up and grabbing my empty glass and offering to take hers.

"I think maybe some shots are in order."

 

[WickedSpitFire]

I laughed again, a little louder this time.

''You call that your BEST?''

Asshole was the only thing I could think of, but I'd already called him an arrogant prick.

'' You've got some nerve calling me self righteous.''

I handed him my glass. Mixing alcohol with whatever the fuck it was that we hadgoing on, mixing in a lack of inhibitions with the already unpredictable should have sounded like an awful idea...but I was desperate for something to take the edge off.

'' I'll take a shot...but lets not get too crazy.''

 

[st_fornicate]

"It's a little late for that," I said, taking her glass and heading towards the bar. I got both our beers refilled, and ordered up a pair of soco-n-limes for us as well. I managed to carry all four glasses back to the table without spilling a drop, and set the beer and shot in front of Sarah and then sat down back across from her.

I picked up the shot glass and raised it towards her. "To terrible ideas," I said, with a smirk.

 

[WickedSpitFire]

''Salud,'' I said to him, taking my own shot in hand and downing it without waiting for him. Something somewhere should have been screaming at me not to start this, unless I was prepared to finish it, or rather,.for it to end the way it did the night before.

That wouldn't be such a bad thing...I guess that made me feel a little ballsy. The alcohol certainly wouldn't help...all in all, it was turning out to be one bad idea after another. At the moment, though, I could really care less.

I guess I just sorta wasn't thinking anymore. Not logically, anyhow.

''That was a nice juggling act,'' I said to him playfully as I picked up my second beer, referring to the way Tommy had carried the drinks over. And with a hint of extra sarcasm, for good measure..."Why can't you do that at work?''