Rhett (Rhett #1)(15)
Author: J.S. Cooper

“Sure, big Bertha.” I winked at her and she glared at me. I laughed as I stared at her face. I felt my heart stop as I stared at her. Everything about Clementine was familiar to me. Being with her was so natural. I was scared that she was going to meet someone else and everything was going to change. I didn’t want anything to change. I wanted everything to remain exactly as it was.

Chapter Four

“I’m sure you look gorgeous.” I spoke into the phone as Clementine waited on her date to show up at the restaurant. “The dress you bought looked great.” I muttered as I thought about the slinky dress she’d bought at the mall. I hadn’t been pleased about the purchase. It had looked a bit too slinky for me, but she hadn’t cared what I thought. I was pleased that I’d stopped her from cutting her gorgeous hair off. “Call me when you’re done and let me know how it goes.”

“Sure,” she whispered into the phone. “Oh, Rhett, I’m so nervous.”

“You have nothing to be nervous about, Clemmie.”

“What if he doesn’t like me?” she mumbled, and I shook my head.

“It’ll be fine.” I muttered, starting to feel apprehensive. What if he really liked her a lot? What was going to happen between Clementine and myself? Then I felt myself growing angry again. What did I care if Clementine got a boyfriend? Maybe it would be better for both of us.

“Okay, I think he’s coming. Talk to you later, Rhett.”

“Bye.” I mumbled into the dead phone. I felt out-of-sorts and wasn’t about to hang around like some loser to hear how her date went. I quickly dialed Tomas’s number.

“What up, bro?”

“What you up to?” I walked to my car.

“About to go to the bar. Wanna come?”

“Sure. Where you going?”

“Q bar.” He laughed. “I got the bartender’s digits the other night, figured I’d go back and say hi.”

“Dirty dog.” I laughed.

“Dude, I wanna see if her big ol’ titties are real or plastic.”

“They’re so plastic.” I laughed, knowing exactly who he was talking about. “She’s way too skinny to have tits that big.”

“Shit, I wanna suck on them big ol’ titties.” He exclaimed. “Fake or real.”

“Guessing you and Sally aren’t an item, then?”

“Dude, I f**ked her, but she didn’t even know how to move her hips,” he responded nonchalantly. “You go all the way with her friend? What was her name again?”

“I can’t even remember, and no.” I laughed.

“You gotta get laid tonight, bro.”

“Yeah, I’ll see who’s at Q.” I agreed, I needed some pu**y. Shit, I could do two pussies tonight. If I was f**king a pu**y and eating a pu**y, I’d have no time to be thinking about stupid Clementine on her online date.

“The big titty bartender had a hot friend that was at the bar last time. Maybe she’ll be there tonight.”

“Yeah.” I grinned. “Or maybe I’ll go for big tits myself.”

“You wish.” He chuckled. “She ain’t turning down a Latino stud for no blond baby face.”

“We’ll see.” I laughed.

“Yeah, we’ll see. I’ll be there around ten.”

“Okay, I’ll see you there then.” I grinned and hung up. I jumped in the shower and blasted my shower radio to get myself in the mood. I was going to get laid tonight, come hell or high water.

***

“Yo, yo, yo! Give me and my boy another shot of tequila.” Tomas slapped a twenty on the bar and leaned towards the bartender, whose name was Yvette. “Get one for yourself as well.” He winked at her and she grinned back at us. I studied her clinically. She was possibly one of the hottest women I’d ever seen. She was petite, about 5’4, super skinny, with huge br**sts, a tiny waist and long black hair.

“Make that double shots.” I grinned and put another $20 down on the bar. “Let’s get f**ked up.” I shouted and Tomas slapped me around the shoulder.

“I like the way you think, bro.”

“Here you guys go.” Yvette placed the shot glasses down in front of us and flashed us both a wide grin. “And thanks for the shot.” I watched as she downed the shot quickly and flicked her hair back.

“Nice.” I nodded and stared at her br**sts. I still couldn’t tell if they were real or not. They looked a little too perky to be real.

“Cheers to a great night.” Tomas grabbed his shot glass and downed his tequila. I picked up my shot glass and checked the clock on the far end of the wall again. It was 11:00. I frowned and pulled my phone out. No missed calls. I put the phone back in my pocket and downed the shot quickly. I felt the burn through my throat hit my stomach and a warm feeling spread through me.

“Here’s to a f**king good night.” I grabbed another $20 and put it on the bar top again. “Three more shots.” I looked at Yvette and then leaned forward and smiled. “Also, I have another $20 in my pocket if you’re willing to tell us if your tits are real or not.” I watched her face as she stared at me and smiled slyly before running her fingers over her br**sts.

“Make it $40 and you can see for yourself.” She placed a hand on her hips and stared at me. “What do you say, big boy?”

“I say you’re on.” I laughed. “This covers me and my boy?” I placed $40 on the bar.

“Sure.” She nodded and grabbed the money. “Meet me down at the end.” She nodded towards the end of the bar. “I’ll get your shots when we get back.”

“Come on.” I grabbed Tomas and we walked towards the edge of the bar.

“Follow me.” She nodded at us and walked towards the restrooms. We followed her into the ladies room and I laughed as a bunch of girls stared at us in aghast. Yvette pulled her top up and reached behind and unclasped her bra until her br**sts were staring at us. “Have at ‘em, boys.” She grinned and I didn’t hesitate to reach out and grab her br**sts. They felt hard and stiff as I squeezed them between my fingers. I ran my finger over her hard nipple and saw her eyes softening as she enjoyed the touch of my fingers on her. “You can use your mouth as well, if you want.” She smiled at me, but I shook my head. I had no interest in sucking on her fake tits. I took a step back and watched as Tomas grabbed both of her br**sts and squeeze them, his fingers playing with both of her ni**les. A girl came out of one of the stalls then and I saw her eyes widen in shock.