Текст книги "Take Me There: A Collection of Short Erotic Reads"

Автор книги: Jessica Ingro

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FOUR

Saturday, July 29th

The house was dark and quiet as I lay in bed staring at the ceiling. I didn’t usually have trouble sleeping, but for some reason slumber was eluding me that night.

I turned to my side and stared at the moon through the French doors. As random thoughts flitted through my brain, I found myself wondering what would be next for the sexy pool boy and me. The more I saw him, the more drawn to him I was becoming.

Having had a photoshoot scheduled for that afternoon, I had missed him coming by. It left me feeling disoriented and more needy than usual.

Maybe that was why I couldn’t sleep.

I cupped myself under my silk nightie, trying to stop the ache that was already starting to grow just thinking about him. I lightly traced my inner thigh before softly grazing my pussy lips. A shiver ran up my spine, encouraging a firmer touch from my fingers.

I fell to my back and opened my legs to allow for better access. I pushed two fingers inside myself, drawing my wetness up and rubbing it along my clit. I moaned softly as I continued to fuck myself with my fingers.

Closing my eyes, I imagined hot pool man was standing in front of me, stroking his heavy erection as he watched me pleasure myself. Once I came for him, he would crawl onto the bed and fuck me with all the pent up desire and lust we had for one another. It would be wild and out of control.

Just what my body needed.

My fingers sped up their movements, and I raced towards the orgasm that I so desperately craved. I was wound so tightly I knew it would be a like a freight train when it hit.

Right before I peaked, a muffled thud sounded in the silent house. I froze with my fingers inside my pussy and listened intently for… something. When I heard nothing else, I went back to my task.

It took a little longer this time, building the burn deep inside that was sure to lead to a huge pleasure rush that was quickly becoming my addiction. I felt it coming. I welcomed it. I reached for it with open arms.

My eyes closed tightly as it washed over me, my legs stiffening and my toes curling. I sank into the mattress and took several cleansing breaths as I came down.

Another sound, this one closer, had my eyes flying open.

Standing in the doorway, just past the threshold of my bedroom, was a tall, shadowy figure. Even through the darkness, I could see his arm jerking up and down between his legs.

Scared out of my mind, I grabbed the sheet and covered myself at the same time screaming for help. Knowing my closest neighbor was miles away didn’t matter; I refused to believe no one would come and help me.

Scrambling back on the bed, I moved to stand. My destination? The French doors and my balcony. Even if I needed to scale the trellis down to the ground, I was getting the fuck out of there.

Faster than lightning, the figure moved and instantly, I was pinned to the bed beneath his hard body. I struggled against the hold he had on my arms, trying in vain to free my legs from where his tangled with mine.

At some point, he slipped between my hips and I felt his hardness through the sheet. My stomach dropped with the realization that I was screwed. This man was stronger than me, heavier than me and determined as fuck to overpower me.

“Such a fucking tease,” he grit out in a gravelly voice. His hand roughly gripped my breast, squeezing harder than I was used to.

I knew that voice.

“Please,” I whimpered when his thumb and forefinger pinched and rolled my nipple. Against my wishes, it felt like a jolt of electricity right between my legs.

“You’re going to shut up, or I’m going to gag you. The choice is yours.” His hips pressed into mine and ground against me.

“Please,” I tried again, but he wouldn’t listen.

He lifted up from my body just enough to grip the silk at my chest and rip it clean in half. The tattered remains of my nightie lay limp on the bed, leaving me completely exposed. Even in my scared and shocked state, my mind registered how hot that move was.

God, I was such a slut.

The man growled and dipped his head. He captured a nipple between his teeth and bit down just enough so it hurt, yet it felt good at the same time.

Tears leaked out the corner of my eye as he sucked and tongued my taut peaks that seemed to be begging for attention. My body shouldn’t be reacting like this to a complete stranger who was taking me against my will. So why was it?

“You were fucking yourself thinking of me, weren’t you?” he taunted. His left hand kept my hands locked over my head, while his right hand skimmed down my belly and between my legs.

I managed to shake my head. His fingers were doing things to me that made it hard to think let alone speak.

“Left the door open for me. You knew I was there. Watching. You wanted me to shove my big cock in your fucking cunt. I know you did,” he continued his harsh words as his fingers fucked me.

I was horrified to feel my body growing wetter and wetter the longer his rough treatment of me continued. I was on fire. Writhing beneath him. Even as my brain screamed this was wrong, my hips were raising and seeking more friction.

“I’m going to fuck your pussy raw. So you feel me inside you for days.”

“No,” I whimpered. I didn’t want that. I wanted him to leave. I wanted to wake up and find this was all a dream. This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen.

“Fuck, you’re so wet. You want this. You can’t lie to me.” His fingers pulled out of my body and trailed my wetness up over my stomach and between my breasts. His tongue followed, making me squirm.

His weight was off me enough so he could pull his shorts down over his hips. I used the opportunity to kick him in the stomach. When he doubled over, I rolled out from under him and made a break for the door. I got into the hallway and was three feet from the stairs when I was tackled from behind.

“I like it when you play hard to get,” he whispered in my ear right before he bit down hard on my neck.

I cried out in pain. My fingers reached out and tried to grip the edge of the stairs when he started to pull me by my legs down the hall. Not able to get a good enough grip, my fingers slipped and I found myself being dragged. I flailed my legs and turned my body, attempting to break his hold on my ankles.

My hope soared when his fingers loosened and I scrambled backward on all fours away from him. He recovered quickly and within seconds had me pinned on the hall floor.

He shoved himself inside my body unceremoniously. The unexpected intrusion had me crying out in pain. He was so large that my body struggled to accommodate both his size and girth.

Oh God. This was really happening.

Isn’t this what you wanted with your sexy pool boy? My brain taunted me.

It was what I wanted, but I wanted it on my own terms.

I whimpered when he pulled back and slammed home again with more force than I had ever been taken with before. My body protested through the first few thrusts. With each one, my muscles loosened up and my nerve endings began to sing in pleasure. I was horrified with my reaction to something so brutal and wrong.

He grunted in my ear over and over again as he thrust into my body. His hands were like iron vices keeping mine locked on the side of my head.

His hot breath panted against the skin of my neck and I shivered uncontrollably.

“All your little shows. Thought you could tease a man like me. Now you know you can’t tease. A. Man. Like. Me.” He punctuated each word with a brutal pound of his hips. “Thought about taking you that first day.” More thrusts. More grunts. “Almost fucked you and your friend.”

“God,” I cried out when my pussy started clenching around him in preparation for an unwanted but undeniable earth shattering orgasm.

“Such a tight, fucking cunt. Come on me. Now,” he demanded, his punishing rhythm never waning.

I couldn’t help it. Between his large, hard as steel dick and the sexual foreplay that had been building, coupled with his dirty, filthy words, I had no choice. My body went past the brink and convulsed under his with an orgasm that rivaled all other orgasms.

Nonsensical words flew out of my mouth, and my legs clamped on his hips. My head flew back against the hardwood, my pussy squeezing his dick for all it was worth.

After several more thrusts, and with a rough grunt and a sigh in my ear, his body shuddered. His hips pounded into me one last time as he spilled himself deep inside me.

His fingers gripped my chin roughly as he forced my head forward so I was looking at him.

“That was so good, baby.”

Tears continued to leak out from my eyes, and I struggled with coming to terms with all that just happened.

“Don’t cry. You know you wanted it as much as I did.” He pulled out and stumbled to my room to find his clothes, leaving me prostrate on the hallway floor thoroughly defiled.

FIVE

My heart rate returned to normal and the hiccups from crying had subsided. I peeled myself off the floor and gingerly rose to my feet. My muscles protested and my wrist felt sore from the way I landed on it earlier.

With stiff legs, I walked into my bedroom and found him lying in the middle of the bed with a shit-eating grin on his face.

“You just left me there on the floor,” I snapped at him as I walked into the bathroom. Cleaning up and splashing water on my face, I stomped back into the bedroom and dug through my drawer for a new nightgown.

“How can you be so uptight after coming so hard I thought you were going to squeeze the life out of my cock?” he asked, his brow furrowed in confusion.

I slipped the silky garment over my head and let it settle around my hips before answering. “I’m mad because you left me lying on the floor. You twisted my wrist and hurt my back fucking me on the floor.”

“It seemed like a good idea at the time,” he said with a shrug.

“It wasn’t what we discussed,” I reminded him. “And you didn’t squeeze my throat. I told you that was what I wanted.”

He gave me an endearing grin and rose from the bed. When he stood before me he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me flush with his warm, hard body.

“Don’t be mad,” he coaxed.

My anger had already begun to recede when he enveloped me with his body. It completely melted with the soft, tender kisses he placed down my jawline and neck. I had the hardest time staying mad at him.

“Aside from the aches and pains, and your non-lack of oxygen, was it everything you wanted?” he asked with that low tone that made my skin tingle.

“All that and more,” I assured him and tilted my head to the side so he had better access to my neck. Being taken against my will far exceeded my expectations.

“Next time, it’s my turn to find a woman to fuck while you watch,” he murmured against my skin. “For as much as I loved watching you with Becky, I prefer to be watched.”

“I know,” I whispered. I couldn’t wait to see what kind of scenario he came up with. There was something darkly exciting about seeing his cock slick with another woman’s juices. Watching it disappear inside a tight little cunt. “What did you have in mind?”

“I’m thinking babysitter. I’ve always had this fantasy where we come home and find her masturbating. Then you watch as I fuck her.”

“Can I fuck myself while I watch?” God, he was turning me on again. I really hoped it would always stay this way between the two of us. Even after five years of marriage, we couldn’t get enough of each other and we kept pushing our limits in an effort to maximize our pleasure.

“I’d be upset if you didn’t. Then maybe I’ll lay her down on top of you, line your pussies up, and take turns fucking the two of you. I can just see your hands on her tits as they bounce with each thrust of my cock.” He rubbed his thickening cock against my thigh and I shuddered.

“After that pounding, I don’t think my pussy can take anymore tonight,” I warned him when his breathing started to get labored.

“Then on your knees.” He lowered me to the rug and waited for me to open my mouth. Guiding himself between my lips, he began pulling out and pushing in with a slow, tedious pace.

“Your mouth is so good,” he praised. His hands threaded in my hair to guide my movements.

I left my hands behind my back the way he liked, while he fucked my mouth, slowly at first and then with a reckless abandon that would have had me gagging if it weren’t for the fact that I was used to it by now.

With a hoarse shout, he came. His salty cum slid over my tongue and down my throat. I swallowed all of him, licking his cock afterward like a popsicle.

Both of us sated from the activities of the night, I climbed into bed, my hot pool boy spooned up behind me. His hand rested on my breast as he pulled me tighter against his body.

“Night, Emily,” he murmured and placed a kiss behind me ear.

“Night, Jay.”

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Aurora James

Copyright © 2015 Jessica Ingro

The lipstick glided across my lips, a bold streak of red against my creamy white skin. Pressing my lips together, a vixen stared back from the mirror—a stark contrast to what I considered the real me.

Studying myself in the floor-length mirror pinned behind my bedroom door, I decided I was a walking contradiction.

More makeup than I usually wore was painted on my face—a mask to hide my fear and vulnerability.

Your face is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid eyes on, my husband always used to say.

My long chestnut brown hair was teased and pinned to the side, a curtain falling over my left shoulder and curling around my breast.

Knockout hair, he also used to say. Of course that was before… nope, not going to go there.

The black dress that covered my body was probably the only nice stitch of clothing I still owned. It hugged my breasts and showcased my cleavage enticingly, while the hem fell just above my knees. It was slightly looser around the hips and waist than it once was, but there was nothing I could do about that now.

My grandmother’s necklace and earrings completed the look. Emeralds in a soft and subtle setting that weren’t too fancy. They were just perfect, accentuating the green color of my eyes.

Something was off about my appearance, and it went beyond the fact that I didn’t normally dress this way. I cocked my head and turned this way and that, trying to figure out what I was missing.

Gripping the hem of the skirt, I tucked it under and dug around my dresser, looking for pins to hold it. Pins in place, I nodded at my reflection and the dress that now sat a good inch or two above my knee. That looked more fitting for what I was heading into.

With a shaky breath, I smoothed my hands over the material at my hips and tried not to think about what I had to do. It wasn’t prudent to dwell on the circumstances surrounding the interview I was heading to. Well, not an interview as such. More like an audition, I supposed.

I grabbed my purse off my dresser, and walked out into the living room in search of my red high-heeled shoes that had been sitting on my bed. I knew I didn’t need to look far when a tiny blur of blonde curls raced from the kitchen to the living room, little girl giggles accompanying her, along with the slap of my heels on her too-small feet. Throwing herself at me, her tiny arms wrapped around the bare skin on my leg.

“Mama! You look so pwetty!” my daughter, Sadie, cried out in delight.

I ran my hand over her mane and said softly, “Thanks, baby, but you know you’re the most beautiful girl in the world.”

“No… I’m a pwincess. Member?”

“It’s remember,” I gently corrected her. She screwed up her face in annoyance but nodded her head. I bit the inside of my cheek to contain my laughter at how much she hated it when I corrected her. She was so much like her father in that regard.

Sadie was four going on twenty-four most days. Her long blonde curls and blue eyes that mirrored her father’s made me ache with loss on a daily basis. She was a force to be reckoned with and the apple of my eye. There was nothing I wouldn’t do for her, which was why I was about to go where I never in my life imagined I would be going.

“Let your mother go, child,” my neighbor, and mostly friend, Ruth, told Sadie as she pulled her back, forcing her hands to release their grip on my leg.

“Don’t go, mama.” Sadie’s lip trembled and tears filled her eyes. “I’ll miss you.”

“I’ll be back before you know it,” I reassured her. “You’re going to play with Ruth and Mikey.”

Mikey was Ruth’s five year old grandson that lived downstairs with her. Sadie adored him. Followed him around like he hung the moon. He would be home soon from the after school program at church, and I was hoping it was enough to prevent her from throwing a tantrum. She was so used to me being home when her father was around, that now, whenever it was time for me to go to work, she had a hissy fit.

“Can we have ice cream?” she asked with an angelic smile on her face. My girl was far from stupid. She knew exactly what she could get away with.

“Only if you eat your dinner.” I bent down and kissed her now pouted lips. “And don’t give Ruth a hard time either.”

“We’ll be fine,” Ruth said with a knowing look. It wasn’t easy for a mother to leave her child. Especially to go do what I was about to.

“I’ll be back as soon as I can.” I took my shoes from Sadie’s feet and slipped them on my own.

“You know you don’t have to do this,” Ruth said hastily as I reached for the doorknob on the front door. “I’ll talk to Tyrone. See if he’ll give you your job back.”

I gave her a sad grin and shook my head. The restaurant manager had made his position on my job status perfectly clear when he fired me. “You know he won’t. He warned me I was taking too much time off. Sadie getting strep throat was the straw that broke the camel’s back. It’s okay. I’ll make it work somehow. Please don’t worry about me.”

“How can I not when you’re about to go dance for strange men and let them paw all over you?” Her voice rose, and her head shook back and forth passionately. Ruth was a God fearing woman. Something I might have been had my life not turned out the way it did.

“It’s my choice, Ruth. Please just support me on this. I have no one else.” I inhaled a deep breath in an effort to keep my impending tears at bay. Being alone was the worst thing imaginable some days.

She studied me intently for several seconds before murmuring an agreement. I gave her a smile that I knew didn’t quite reach my eyes and headed out into the afternoon sun.

There were several men in the parking lot sitting on the back of a pickup, drinking beers and hanging out. Their whistles and dirty suggestions filtered on the breeze, making me cringe. My feet picked up their speed, my heels clicking away on the pavement in an effort to put distance between us.

I felt like a street walker, dressed the way I was, so early in the day. Later on, I would find that quite ironic. Right then, I just wanted to get into the safety of my car and away from the prying eyes of my filthy neighbors.

Sitting inside my beat up Toyota Corolla, I rested my head on the steering wheel. With my eyes pinched shut, I gave myself a silent pep talk before reversing out of my spot and heading across town.

I could do this. I could. Totally.

*****

Talk about seedy.

My first thought when I pulled into the large parking lot on the side of the grey stucco building was not a good one and had me full of sorts of apprehension.

There were half a dozen cars there even though it was only four o’clock in the afternoon. Was that normal? I fought against my gorge rising. It was healthy to be this anxious before applying for a new job, right?

So what if this was the last place I wanted to be. It was a necessary evil. Eventually I would get past the foulness that was Pussy Willows, the town’s premier strip club. Or at least that was what they advertised themselves to be.

My heart rate picked up as I climbed out of the car and surveyed what could potentially be my next employer. A large white sign hung in front of the black metal door announcing there were strippers inside. The lights illuminated the silhouette of a woman and each letter underneath her flickered under the shade of a nearby tree. Litter dotted the cracked pavement, making me wonder how they stayed in business with such a lack of care for the establishment. Then again, men usually had a one-track mind. They probably didn’t even notice how rundown the place was, given the fact that it held the promise of naked women once inside.

Standing in front of the building, eying my future with unease, I hesitated for a long moment. My feet may as well have been encased in lead shoes for how heavy they felt at the prospect of walking into the dingy building.

I didn’t think I was strong enough to go through with this preposterous idea. But the gnawing ache of hunger in my stomach told me I had no choice. I had to put aside my comfort and pride. Sadie and I needed to live. Now that I was her sole parent, I had no other choice. It wasn’t about me. It was about my little girl.

As I pulled open the large door, music with heavy bass filtered down the small hallway that opened up into a large room. Walking the few feet on shaky legs, I took in the room as I entered it.

A large rectangular bar was to my right. One single female manned it while a large soffit hung from the ceiling displaying images of women in various positions of intimacy around it. The bartender was petite with blonde hair teased out to there, and wore a top that barely contained her breasts. She laughed at a patron who sat on a stool in front of her.

To the left was a T-shaped catwalk with poles positioned down the part that jutted out from the wall. A topless woman twirled upside down on one of the poles, while another topless woman was on her hands and knees in front of a group of older gentleman standing next to the stage. They ran their hands over her, groping her breasts. Money was strewn around her and while the men were clearly enjoying themselves, her face was blank. Completely void of any emotion.

I narrowed my eyes in search of a bouncer, finally finding one tucked back against the wall on the side of the stage. He was watching the men with clear interest in what they were doing. Excited interest. Like he was getting off on her being fondled.

Wasn’t there a hands-off-the-entertainment policy here?

My hand tightened on my purse strap and a shudder wracked the frame of my body at the thought I might actually get pawed at while performing. The dancing didn’t bother me, and I knew I could get past being mostly naked once I did it a few times. However, there was no way I could be comfortable with being free fodder for any horny man that walked through the door.

“Hey, sweetie?” The bartender called from my side, just as I was about to turn tail and run.

I spun around quickly, probably looking like a deer caught in headlights.

“Can I get you something?” she asked, leaning her forearms on the bar top.

“I—” Clearing my throat when my voice was low and croaky, I tried again. “I was hoping to speak with management.”

She gave me a skeptical once over. “What do you want with management?”

The man next to her snickered and took a sip of the amber liquid in his tumbler.

I squared my shoulders and told her, “I’m looking for a job. I was hoping for an interview.”

Her eyebrows flew up in shock. The man out and out laughed at my announcement. The bartender cut her gaze to him, and he choked back his laughter under her glare.

“Nice girl like you? You don’t want an interview,” she informed me, her eyes shifting from him back to my face.

“Yes, I do,” I said. My words holding a thread of steel in them.

She stared at me for several moments likely thinking I had lost my mind. It didn’t say good things about the place if this was her reaction.

“It’s your funeral then,” she mumbled, and gave a meaningful look to the man sitting in front of her, which he returned. “I’ll go get Dick.”

I watched her walk away, my bravado leaving my body. With hunched shoulders, I stared at the opposite wall and waited as a terrible sense of foreboding took over.

This was a bad idea. I could still leave with my pride and dignity intact. Only problem was, pride and dignity wouldn’t put a roof over our heads and food in our bellies. I was never going to forgive Kevin for this. No loving husband or father would leave their family in this predicament.

“Reanna was just trying to help you,” the man at the bar’s words took me from my thoughts.

“Getting this job is what will help me.” The words came out a little snider than I intended, and I found myself apologizing. “I’m sorry. I have a lot on my mind.”

“You’re about to have even more.” His cryptic words sounded like a dire warning, but I couldn’t worry about what he said because Reanna was coming back. Her face, which was pretty earlier, now twisted into a grimace.

“Dick will see you. Down that hall,” she gestured to where she just came from and continued, “second door on the left.”

“Thanks,” I croaked out. My throat suddenly dry.

“Good luck.” She nudged me towards the door, and I forced my feet to come unstuck.

The whole walk across the floor and down the hall, felt like a journey towards a really big guillotine. As if impending doom lingered behind the door.

“You can do this,” I whispered to myself. My hand slowly reached out. A fist forming. I took a deep breath and knocked on the metal.

Within seconds, the door flew open and my breath left my body in a whoosh. The man standing before me looked shady and sleazy as I took in his thin and balding hair, his paunch beer belly, and his cheap suit pants.

His eyes devoured every inch of my body as I stood before him. The oily smile he gave me had my skin crawling. I fought the urge to run the other way and stuck my hand out towards him.

“Hello. My name is Alyssa.” My voice trembled, but I didn’t think he was paying any attention. His eyes were fixated on my breasts as he ignored my proffered hand.

Letting it fall back to my side, I cleared my throat and tried again. “You’re Dick?” I asked in an attempt to get the man’s focus on my face and not my chest.

At the sound of his name, he looked up momentarily and gave me a creepy smile. “Sure am, honey.”

He stepped back and held his arm out, gesturing for me to come into the room. I hesitantly moved past him and took in my surroundings. The walls were banged up and dingy. Various posters of naked women were pinned up around the room. A wooden desk sat on the left side of the room, papers covering every available surface. And on the wall opposite the door was a large, red couch. Its cushions stained and off kilter.

Dick closed the door behind me, and I heard the click of a lock. My heart raced at the realization I was now alone in a locked room with this man. I spun around, my hands clammy and my throat closing on me.

“What’s your name, sweetheart?” He trailed a finger down my arm. I shivered and not in a good way at the feel of his skin on mine.

“Alyssa,” I repeated, my earlier suspicions that he wasn’t listening confirmed.

Oblivious to my distress, Dick undid the top few buttons on his shirt and settled on the couch. “Come. Sit,” he demanded. His hand patting the cushion next to him.

“Um…” I mumbled. There was no way in hell I was sitting on that monstrosity next to him. From the looks of it, I’d probably end up with an STD just from sitting on it. Problem was, I didn’t want to alienate him. For as bad of an idea as this was turning out to be, I still needed the job. My options were limited, and I was determined not to leave until I gave it my best effort.

Dick’s lips curled in a jokerish smile. “Ah,” he said. “You’re one of those girls. Want to get right down to it. I like that.”

My forehead creased in confusion. One of what girls? My question was answered soon enough, when Dick unzipped his pants and pulled his small erect penis through the opening. His fingers gave it a quick tug before holding it upright.

The blood drained from my face, and my eyes bugged out of my head. When I didn’t move, but rather stared in horror at him exposing himself to me, he said with no small amount of annoyance, “Well let’s go. Sit on it already.”

“I’m not sitting on that!” I cried out in repulsion.

“Suck it then,” he shifted tactics.

“Are you serious?” The words flew out of my mouth. This guy had to be delusional. I might be desperate, but I still had some self-respect. It wasn’t much at that moment, but I clung to it like a lifeline.

“Of course I am. Take your tits out first. They look real and I want to come on them.” His fingers resumed tugging his pathetic excuse for a cock, and my lips curled in disgust.

“Not going to happen,” I mumbled, spinning on my heel and making haste towards the door. I fumbled with the lock, giving Dick enough time to make his way to me. He pressed himself against my back. I could smell liquor, and what suspiciously smelled like tuna fish, on him. My stomach lurched at the combination.

“Get off me,” I shouted, trying to shrug off his hands that were groping at me. When they closed around my breasts and pulled me flush against him, tears sprung in my eyes.

“You’ll take what I give you. You want to dance out there, you’ll damn well put on a show for me in here.” I felt his dick poking at my behind, and I knew this monster was going to take advantage of me any way he could if I allowed him to.

Slamming the heel of my shoe down on the arch of his foot, I elbowed him in the gut. His howl of pain made an evil grin spread across my face. His first mistake was underestimating a petite woman like myself. I learned early on how to protect myself, once I found myself in foster care.

With great satisfaction, my knee connected with his groin, and he went down like a giant sack of potatoes. That was going to hurt.

“You’re a disgusting, pitiful, sorry motherfucker,” I cursed before unlatching the lock and speed walking towards the exit.

I was five feet from the door when Reanna called out, “Hey, you!”

My progression halted, and I turned around to where she leaned against the bar, the patron from earlier now gone. “What?” I said through clenched teeth.