Daisy - Sex Stories

Daisy

... center to reveal her perky titties, with low-waisted jeans that showed off her pierced belly. It was the girl he’d met when he and Daisy had first arrived.

“It’s me. Andy, remember? How are you?”

“Fine,” he mumbled. His eyes slipped away. To his irritation, she took the seat next to him.

“What’s with you and bars? You some kind of alcoholic? Or just prefer that to spending money in the casino? Ya drink for free at the tables, sugar. Why throw your money away like this and—”

“Look, I’m really not in the mood,” snapped Pete.

“It’s your girl, right? I saw her leaving with Mr. Keane.” Andy covered her smirk as she delivered this news.

“You saw her?” Pete’s head shot around. “When? Where?”

“The roof. That’s where they were headed. We got rooms up there for the dancers. I saw them leaving.

“Did he force her?”

“Force?”

“Force!”

Andy smiled. “No, sugar. Of course not.” She grinned. “Aiden Keane doesn’t have to force a woman to do anything.”

Pete’s blonde lashes lowered to conceal his hurt. Andy moved her bar seat closer. He wished she’d move the fuck on instead. He wanted to slink into the nearest corner and be miserable alone. He let his eyes wander in search of one. Then he abandoned the thought. He could have been alone in the room, their room, and he couldn’t manage it. So maybe he didn’t know his wishes after all.

“Hey, you okay?”

Pete slammed the empty bottle down on the wet-ringed napkin. “Another.”

Andy looked to the bartender and ...

... nodded. She turned on her stool. “Let me guess. Aiden Keane got to you too?”

“Got to me? What do you mean?”

“I’ve worked here for some time, sugar. In fact, I dance at a couple of his spots. I know the man. I know his game.”

“Do you know where he took her?” Pete asked.

“He probably took her to one of his other hotels. He has them all over the map. My guess is he has her somewhere isolated so he can have his way with her, and you, my sweet prince, can’t stop him.”

“I don’t want to hear this,” Pete groaned.

“Thing is, she aint no victim sweetie. I bet you think you failed her by playing Aiden’s game.” She watched with satisfaction and Pete winced. “Oh yes, I know all about his games. He does this all the time. You didn’t fail her. It was her choice. Right?”

“What the hell do you know about what I did and didn’t do?” snapped Pete.

The bartender looked up at them. For the first time, Andy didn’t look so confident. She stammered out a reply. “It’s his setup. Like I said, he’s done it before. The woman he chooses knows all the nasty little details before she goes. In fact, I saw them down here the other night. Sitting over there.” She pointed to a corner in the bar where an Asian couple now dined. Pete followed her red-manicured fingernail. “She was in that booth with him, giggling. Letting him touch her hair and hands. She had on the cutest little blue dress.”

Pete remembered waking with Daisy wearing the dress she said she’d been saving for him. She had ...