I do not own Twilight.
Those who have read my other story, A Love Like This, may be a little surprised because this is a complete departure from that sweet story! *giggle*
I'm Not the One was inspired by the The Black Keys' cd, Brothers. Check it out because it's AWESOME!
Rated M for swearing and lemony situations! ;-)
Another drab day in this drab city filled with drab people living their fucking drab lives. I don't know why the hell I moved here. I guess I needed a "fresh start," as the shrinks would say, and New York City seemed like a good enough place. But after being here for close to six months, I feel like I live in a fucking sewer surrounded by mindless rats, running back and forth with no real purpose. All I know is that they better not fucking bother me. I'm not the one.
I live alone.
I drink alone.
I smoke alone.
And I want to be left the fuck alone.
Fucking is the only thing I don't do by myself, but even when it's over I don't want her to stick around very long. Just gather up your stuff and be on your way, cuz I'm not gonna spoon with you or any of that other stupid shit. Oh, and thanks for the lay.
Since I'm a bartender at a pretty popular bar in Manhattan, I have pussy practically falling at my feet. All I have to do is put on the Southern charm and smile, and panties drop left and right. What am I supposed to do, deny them? Now, I don't fuck just anybody. I have my standards and I always have protection on me. You can't trust some of these women and I'm sure as fuck not gonna die over some pussy I'll forget about in a couple days.
A few women have tried to get me into a relationship in my lifetime; they tell me they love me and want to be with me, but I want none of it. I don't have time for that shit and they always end up hurt. Telling them repeatedly that I'm no good at relationships never seems to work because they just shrug it off and laugh. I've literally had to call the cops on a couple of crazies because they started stalkin' my ass. Damn! Was the dick that good? Be happy you had a good time and move the hell on.
One particularly busy night, I was working behind the bar doing body shots with a pretty hot redhead who was seriously giving me a good fuck with her eyes.
"So where do you want the salt," I asked.
She smiled a devilish grin and purred, "How about my neck?"
Inwardly I rolled my eyes, but kept a shit-eatin' grin on my face. If I do this right, I'll get a good tip and, if I play my cards right, a blowjob during my break.
"Well, darlin', you'll have to keep very still."
She licked her lips, slowly pulled her long red hair back and tilted her head to the side. I took a lemon wedge and squeezed the juice onto my fingers and lightly rubbed them onto her neck. She softly moaned and my dick started to harden. I then took the salt shaker and shook it a few times over the wet spot, making the white crystals stick perfectly to her newly exposed skin. She took another lemon wedge and placed it in her mouth, ready for me to take it with my own. I leaned in slowly, inhaling her scent and slowly licked across her neck, collecting the salt in my mouth. I quickly took a shot of tequila and followed it by grabbing the lemon wedge from her mouth creating a delicious mix of sweet, salty, and bitter.
She sighed seductively and leaned in closer as if she was going to kiss me. I jumped back quickly saying, "Whoa! What are you doing?"
"I just want to taste those delicious lips of yours."
"What? Don't you like me?" she questioned, sticking out her bottom lip in a fake pout.
I shook my head and started to clear up the shot glass, used lemon wedges and salt shaker, when she grabbed my hand.
"Come on. Just a little kiss. I know you'll love my lips."
I laughed to myself and leaned in close, hearing her breath catch. "Darlin', I only want to see your lips wrapped around my dick."
Her eye grew wide with surprise, shock, wonder, who the hell knows, but I could see the wheels in her head start to turn and knew I was in trouble….the good kind.
"Well, I'm sure we can work something out," she whispered.
Part of me wanted to look at her like she was crazy, but another part of me, a much stiffer part, thought this might not be a bad thing.
I placed my hand on my chin and pretended to think. "Hmmm, my next break is in an hour and a half. Can you meet my by the restrooms?"
Her eyes seemed to dance with delight. "Sure!"
She softly kissed my cheek and said, "See you then," and walked into the crowd.
I quickly wiped her kiss off my cheek and returned my focus on my job.
The next half hour went by pretty quickly. I passed out beers, made mixed drinks, and flirted for tips. Since the music was pretty loud, I almost missed a customer who had been patiently waiting to get my attention.
"Um, excuse me," she said. "Can I get a drink?"
I turned around and walked closer so that I could hear her better.
She leaned in even further. "What do I have to do to get a drink around here?"
"Whatever you like," I responded.
She reacted to my lame joke by rolling her eyes and chuckling to herself.
"What can I get you?"
"I'll have a Jack and Coke."
I raised my eyebrow in surprise.
"What?" she asked.
"Nothing. It's just that ladies never order that sort of thing around here. They usually want the sweeter, fruity drinks."
"Well, I'm not those ladies."
I quickly made her drink and set it down in front of her. She took it and slowly sipped some of the liquid. I took a step back and watched her. She was pretty petite in stature, with shoulder-length brown hair. I think she had blue eyes, but I couldn't really tell due to the dim lighting. After a few moments of staring, she turned back to me and said, "So is it always this busy in here?"
"Yeah, it gets pretty crowded, but tonight seems extra crazy. Is this your first time here?"
She nodded her head as she continued to sip from her drink. Placing it back on the bar, she reached out her hand, "I'm Alice."
I hesitantly took her hand in mine and shook it. I'm not used to women just talking to me normally like this. They're usually all too eager to climb over the bar and fuck my brains out. Alice smiled and then started laughing.
I started to get a little offended. I DON'T like people laughing at me.
"What's so funny?"
She shook her head. "Nothing, you just zoned out for a minute. Are you going to tell me your name?"
"I usually don't give out my name to customers. I get stalkers when that happens."
Out of nowhere, she threw her head back and laughed loudly. Now I was getting pissed. I narrowed my eyes at her and dared her to laugh one more time.
She must have noticed my growing annoyance because she reached out and placed her hand over mine on the bar and said, "Please don't be offended. I'm just not used to meeting guys this cocky."
Usually I would snatch my hand back with extreme quickness, but for some reason I didn't mind her touch. I immediately shook off the thought and slowly slid my hand out from under hers.
"You haven't lived here very long then."
"No. I just moved here from Washington State. I grew up in a small town, but I moved out here after accepting a new job at a PR firm here in Manhattan."
"What will you do there?"
Her eyes danced as she described her new job coordinating fashion shows and creating PR campaigns for fashion houses. I had no clue about what she was talking about, but she looked so cute. I was surprised at how freely she talked about her life. For all she knew, I could be a serial killer/predator looking for my next victim. Her naiveté intrigued me yet turned me off at the same time.
I noticed she had finished her drink and I offered her another.
"No, one is my limit. I better go find my roommate. It was nice meeting you….whoever you are!"
"Jasper. My name is Jasper."
"Well, it was nice talking to you, Jasper. Have a good night!"
I nodded and waved and before I knew it, she disappeared into the crowd.
My break was quickly approaching and I couldn't wait to go outside to smoke a cigarette. I'm not allowed to smoke in the bar, so I'm always watching the clock for the next opportunity to get a fix of nicotine, which my body constantly craves.
Just as I was about to walk outside, the redhead slithered up to me.
"I hope you didn't forget about our date," she purred.
"Actually I did," I said dismissively, trying to walk around her.
"Come on. I'll make it worth your while."
I cocked an eyebrow at her. "Yeah, right. The only thing on my mind right now is smoking."
She grabbed my arm, pulling me towards her. "Smoking will be the last thing on your mind once I have you inside my mouth."
Never one to back down from a dare, I grabbed her wrist and quickly walked back to one of the vacant VIP rooms.
Unbuckling my belt buckle, I licked my lips and said, "Okay. Prove it."
In a very stripper-like manner, the redhead walked up to me and told me to make myself comfortable on one of the couches. I happily complied and watched as she began doing a striptease for me. I tried to play along for a minute or two, but I started to get bored knowing that my break was ticking away and I really needed a cigarette.
"Look, I didn't come here for a fucking lap dance. I came here for a blowjob. What the hell are you waiting for?"
"Alright, alright! Damn!"
She got down on her knees in front of me and started to slowly unzip my jeans, sliding them down until I was fully exposed. She hungrily looked down at me and licked her lips. Shit, I love it when a chick enjoys giving head. Ever so slowly, she took me into her mouth, using her tongue in the dirtiest of ways. I exhaled and dropped my head onto the back of the couch, closing my eyes and letting her get to work. I opened my eyes with a start when I no longer felt her hot mouth around my dick. Instead, she lifted up my shirt and started to kiss up my stomach, to my chest, and then my neck. Taking my head in both of her hands, she tilted me towards her so that she could lean in and kiss me. I quickly turned my head.
"I thought I told you I don't kiss."
"It doesn't hurt to try," she said, shrugging her shoulders.
Growing impatient, I looked at my watch. Ten minutes of my 20-minute break were gone.
"Are you going to suck my dick or not? I don't have time for games."
That, apparently, was all it took. She returned her mouth to my growing appendage, furiously working it with her mouth and hand. She moaned against the sensitive flesh, and my head - the one on my shoulders - once again found its place on the back of the couch.
"Do you like this, baby?"
Through gritted teeth I managed to utter, "S-stop talking."
I could feel myself getting close, so I grabbed the back of her head and guided her even farther onto my shaft. As I drew nearer to climax, an image of the girl named Alice popped into my head.
The redhead bobbed up and down faster and faster as I imagined being buried deep inside sweet Alice.
"Oh fuck," I shouted as I came hard in the redhead's mouth.
I looked down to see her swallowing every last drop I shot into her mouth. After taking a moment to compose myself, I stood and zipped my pants. The redhead sat to the side, trying to be seductive by wiping her mouth of any remnants of my orgasm, but I just shook my head and laughed.
"What, that's it?" she asked, almost surprised.
"Yeah. What else is there?"
"What about me?"
"What about you?"
She sat on the floor completely dumbfounded and confused.
"Thanks for the blowjob. Sorry to break it to you, but it didn't quite make me forget about smoking. Better luck next time."
And with that I turned and headed out of the VIP room with an evil smirk on my face. These chicks come a dime a dozen in this city and I sure as hell wasn't going to engage in niceties to make her feel better about going down on a stranger in a bar. As I reached into my pocket to take out my pack of cigarettes, I couldn't help but smirk as I heard her scream from the room I had just left.
*peeks head around the corner* So what did you think?