Lia

You were a promoter/recruiter for clubs all around Philly. More specifically strip clubs. Meaning you were always out at night, dressed like you were ready to party. Trying to get drunk men to visit one of these clubs or girls looking for a job. Now you never stayed inside the clubs long enough to mingle with the customers or anything, but since you of course knew the owners and some workers you'd hear stories. Stories of a group of guys coming around every so often just to hookup, or rich assholes just throwing money around. Stuff to make you glad that we're on the other side of those doors.

One night while you were lingering outside one of your slower business clubs, smoking a cigarette you bummed off of one of the bouncers, you noticed someone. A tall skinny grungy blonde girl. She looked a little older than you but that wouldn't be a problem. And it didn't seem like she had such a high paying job so it wouldn't hurt to try to recruit her.

Well despite your efforts of trying to persuade her, the two of you ended up becoming friends. Learning she went by Sweet Dee? She said she worked at a bar her brother and his stupid friends owned so where's the harm in turning down a cool new friend and the possibility of free drinks?

That was months ago.

By now you've met the gang, sometimes even getting involved with their shenanigans. But for the most part you just lounge around the bar to drink before getting to work. And it'd be inevitable not to say that Dennis and Mac(even Frank on occasion) have tried to trick their way into your pants. Or even just hook em up with some girl at one of the clubs. How could they not when you always wore some sort of short skirt or tight shorts, that went with whatever tight top you had on. But every time they tried you always turned them down.

That was until one of your nights off. Not having to go out meant you were free to get as drunk as possible. Except tonight you didn't.

It was just Dennis and Sweet Dee working the bar tonight, Dennis on the counter and Dee walking drinks and food out to people. Occasionally she'd come and keep you company but for the most part, you sat in a booth nursing your drink as you looked around the bar. Here and there you'd glance over towards the counter, watching Dennis work. And half of those times you'd catch him looking your way, and seeing how each time you caught him his eyes shot off somewhere else.

Eventually closing time rolls around and the last drunk finally stumbles out. Dee locking the door behind him, Dennis cleaning the counter and you now leaning against the counter. Moving around the melted ice in your cup with the small straw it came with.

Nobody says anything until Dee starts grabbing her things. "I'm gonna head out, you good to close Den?" Looking over at her brother who only nodded in response. Then looking towards you, "Will you get home ok?" You hummed in response and let the straw go from between your teeth. Not noticing the intense look from Dennis as he intently watched. "Mhm, I'm not far or that drunk so I'm good." Dee nodded in response and left saying goodnight to both of you.

Now it was just the two of you. In comfortable silence as Dennis slowly wiped the same spot on the counter over and over, stealing glances at your manicured finger that ran across the rim of your empty glass. It wasn't a secret that you were high maintenance. Your job pretty much called for it. It wasn't long before he broke the silence, walking over to where you were leaning against the counter. Pretending to still be wiping it down.

"You're off tonight, you didn't want more to drink?" Looking up at him through your lashes, wearing a small smile. "Didn't wanna blame any bad decisions on the alcohol." He looked at you confused. I mean he had been watching you all night, and as far as he was aware you hadn't done anything except look like sex itself. "Bad decisions? You just sat there all night, what do you mean?" Sighing as you pushed off the counter, you made your way behind the bar. Getting close enough to stand in front of him, you brought a hand to his that still held the towel and ran a finger up and down his arm.

"I wanna have sex with you Dennis." It was almost whispered as if you were worried someone was still in the bar. Not that you would have cared. But it didn't take long for him to react. Already hangrly kissing you, his left hand snaked to the back of your head. Gripping your hair to tilt your head so he could kiss you better. His right hand gripped at your bare waist that the shirt you wore didn't cover. Pushing you into the counter as he groaned against your lips. While your right hand rested behind you on the counter to hold yourself up, your left gripped at his shirt near his shoulder. Hiking a leg up to wrap around his waist. Your skirt rising in doing so.

"Fuck.." Moaning against your lips as your hips connected. He could feel how wet you were through his jeans, and it wasn't hard for you to feel just how hard he was. His grip in your hair tightened as he tilted your head back, letting him have easy access to kiss down your neck. Making you gasp as Dennis pulled your underwear down to sit at your heels. As soon as he felt one of your hands travel down to try and undo the buttons on his jean, he twirled you around and pressed you down against the counter. Holding you down by the shoulder as his free hand was quickly freeing his cock that had been throbbing all night, just at the thought of doing this with you. And now he finally was.

The bar was filled with groans and gasps from the both of you as he lined himself up. Not caring if he would fit or not. "Fuck Dennis..!" Grinning from your reaction, his hand on your shoulder made way to your neck. Pulling you up so his chest was pressed against your back as he started thrusting into you. Gripping the counter to keep yourself up. "Yk.. for a slut you're pretty tight. Mmh?"

Gasping every so often whenever he tightened his grip on your neck, his own sounds of pleasure filled your ear whenever he wasn't biting down on your neck or earlobe. It wasn't long before both of you were reaching your climax. "Shit baby.. I'm gonna cum.. gonna cum inside you yea? You'd like that right?" Looking at you as if he expected an answer other than your small gasps for air. Wearing a condescending grin, "Fuck, of course you would." And with that his thrusts got quicker, sloppier. You both came with a breathless gasp. Dennis started to slow down as he kept fucking his cum into you. Resting his sweaty forehead against your shoulder and letting go of your neck.

To his surprise this became a regular thing. Whether it was in the bars bathroom or back office. But for the most part it was mainly at his apartment. Late at night, or even during the day. If you were in the mood for a quick fuck you'd just show up to his place. Or if it was him, he'd text you to come over and you'd be there. And it shocked him. Not once had he ever slept with a girl more than once.

Which is why he'd record his sexual encounters. Plus he was not about to admit that to the others, and he was glad to see that you didn't seem to ever think about mentioning it. Who knows what the others, especially Dee would say. But it didn't take long for you to find out about his tapes thanks to a drunken Charlie, yet Dennis didn't know that you knew.

It wasn't until the 4th or so time you spent the night at his place that he realized it was always at his apartment. He had only noticed when you, once again, had woken up before him. Slipping one of his old tee shirts he had laying around over the bra he ripped off of you last night and whatever skirt or jeans you were wearing the night before. Stuffing what he thought was just your own shirt into your purse, before leaving without even a glance in his direction.

It was different. Normally he'd wake up before whoever he was with and leave without a sound. Hoping they'd just leave his place and never come back. Yet it was the other way around with you. And you always came back.

What made things worse though, there would be some nights where he'd text or call you to come over. And instead of agreeing he'd be hit with, "Sorry Denny baby I've got a date tonight. Maybe tomorrow." Or his least favorite was when you'd pick up in the middle of whoever it was you were doing. He could hear the asshole groaning under you, telling you to hang up. Though it kind of made him feel better, because you had never done that to him. No matter how many times your phone would ring, he made sure you were too tied up to even think about answering.

But it wasn't like he wasn't out there fucking other girls. He would keep telling himself there was no reason for him to get upset. But it bothered him so much that he didn't even realize he had stopped his recordings. It had been weeks since he had even opened that drawer. Weeks since he had last looked through them, he probably wouldn't even notice if some of them had gone missing.