A Birthday Gift
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My first attempt at a short story, apparently not my strong suit. (Comments are always welcome!)
Since moving to the city, my alcohol consumption has skyrocketed. Having not been a fan of night clubs, I had only drunk occasionally when studying. Now my mates go to bars, we have money, and there is live music, I see the appeal of drinking. Not being much of a beer drinker, I always go for the cocktails much to the amusement of my more manly friends.
“You should come to the gym with us!” Mike encouraged me, somehow we always seemed to return to solving my dating life, or lack thereof.
“And switch to beer.” Shrugged Scott, eyeing my sex on the beach cocktail.
“And grow a foot.” I add, picking up and taking a swig of my far nicer drink.
“Other short guys get girls, you can’t keep using that excuse.” Scott countered, annoyingly I can’t disagree with either part of that comment.
“Fine, but I’m not going to force myself to drink that disgusting muck just to get a girl. That’s even more ridiculous.” I counter.
“Then at least pick something that isn’t pink!” Mike laughs. “And is that you agreeing to a gym session?”
“Why can’t men have pink drinks? And yes, I’ll come stroke your egos in the gym.” I accept in defeat, more than aware I will have to at least half the weight on every machine.
Mike and Scott are two of my colleagues and we all started within weeks of each other. Whilst I work in the same team as Mike, I met Scott through him as they went to the same gym and got talking after noticing they also worked in the same building. Despite them both having a foot on me, we became good mates and go out for a drink at least once every other week just the three of us.
My dating life had become the go to conversation since Scott had finally broken up with his old girlfriend after their attempt at a long distance relationship came to a messy end a few weeks ago. This removed talking about his situation from conversation and talking about Mike and his girlfriend only caused Scott to get a look of longing. Scott would talk about how he is doing, but only much later on in the evening. Until then, we’d have fun and I’d bear the brunt of the jokes.
“Ladies to the right!” Mike called out as a group of smartly dressed women claimed a booth.
Scott and I very unsubtly turned in unison to see who he was referring to. There were about five of them clearly celebrating a short blonde woman in a green dress’s birthday given the ridiculous birthday hat and badge she wore. One of the others, a slim brunette in ridiculous heels and a very form-fitting red dress, swaying her way over to the bar, walking in time with the guitarist’s music.
“Damn.” Scott whispers not very quietly, clearly admiring the brunette.
She glances at us, smiling and winking before returning her attention to the barman. We both turn around but none of us say a word as our minds replay her walk. And that smile, she knows she looks good and I’m sure she also knows how to wield that power. Also, she winked, who winks at strangers?
“I think she has a thing for big muscly lumps.” I say, breaking our silence.
“Me?” Scott asks incredulously. “You’re the one she winked at.”
I just laugh.
“As much as I can’t believe what I saw, I think he’s right.” Mike adds.
“Bulshit.” I reply, still smiling.
“You think I want to admit that a sexy woman like that is more interested in a scrawny little nerd than a muscled warrior?” Scott countered.
“Warrior?” Mike laughs, beating me to the punch. “The only time I’ve seen you act like a warrior is playing mario kart!”
All three of us burst into laughter and the conversation shifts to last Saturday when, much to Mike’s girlfriend’s chagrin, we had spent 12 hours at their flat playing mario kart, eating crap and getting drunk. The next day we had woken up on his couch and floor incredibly hungover to her playing rock music. Whilst in general I loved Em and think they make a great couple, I would have happily strangled her then if my head wasn’t spinning.
As the night wore on, we hadn’t given any more thought to the group of beautiful women and the brunette who had winked at me. The bar had grown full and so they had been lost from sight on the far side of the bar. At ten, the chill guitarist was replaced by a full band and so the three of us got up and claimed our usual spot on one side of the dance floor. It was the perfect spot, a little shelf for drinks, just far enough from the bar that we weren’t swallowed by the crowds trying to buy drinks and close enough to the gents without smelling it.
After a few songs, its my turn again for a round so I head to the bar, fighting to stay on my feet as taller and generally just bigger blokes try to knock me flying like a bowling pin. Suddenly, an arm hooks mine and pulls me through to the front of the queue. Looking up to see who my saviour was, it was none other than the stunning brunette.
“Thanks, I’m Joey.” I say, staring at her green eyes as if amasya escort mesmerised.
“Clare. Still having sex on the beach or need something cleaner to wash away the sand that gets stuck in those awkward places?” She asks me, almost shouting over the noise of the people and band.
“You got something in mind?” I ask, always up for trying new cocktails, and definitely not wanting to seem too boring infront of this woman who is way to confidently talking about having sex on a beach.
“They make a mean mister bluesky?” She suggests.
“Do love a nice cool-off in the ocean.” I agree, happy that I have actually had the cocktail she suggests.
We order our drinks together but I manage to pay for my mates’ two beers after realising she had already added mine to her table’s tab.
“Will I see you on the dance floor?” I ask as we both carefully pick our drinks off of the bar.
She winks and disappears into the crowd of bodies, my eyes dropping to her ass before I can control myself. Damn, she is beautiful and I am completely useless. I scold myself as I fight my way back to my mates.
“You’re bright red. You need to slow down?” Mike asks me as I hand them their beers.
“It’s probably the lighting, he’s got a bit sunburned.” Scott answers before I can formulate a response.
“You’re both welcome for the drinks.” I reply sarcastically, secretly happy I didn’t have to answer Mike’s question.
“Heelllooo boys.” A woman’s seductive voice chuckles as arms are wrapped around my waist.
My eyes go wide, and so do Mike’s and Scotts at this bold introduction from Clare.
“Thought you boys might like some company from the superior and fairer sex.” She continues, swaying mine and her bodies with the music as her friends help grow our little circle.
We do a quick introduction that is made challenging by the lively music behind us and Clare’s hands on my chest don’t make focusing very easy. I force myself to move my hips with her mainly to avoid it feeling like I’m grinding my ass on her. Looking at Scott and Mike, their attention has shifted from me and Clare to the other ladies. The women are more than happy to be focusing on the two tall men.
All apart from the birthday girl. She seems more smartly dressed than the others, her green dress having a far more conservative neckline than any of the others. That does little to hide her significant bust, and as I watch her dance, I notice her dress isn’t as innocent as it first appears. On each swing, her leg gets exposed almost up to her thigh.
“You’re short, listen rather than talk, drink cocktails rather than beer. I can’t work out if you’re a dominant man who masks it well or a submissive slut who hides in plain sight.” Clare whispers in my ear after dancing in silence for two songs.
The band starts up again as she finishes talking and she spins me around so we’re facing before grabbing my hips once more. The others turn to look at us as we dance together, my face on fire as I try to comprehend her words. She seems to be enjoying the uncomfortable look as she smiles at me and leads as we both do the odd spin.
“Drinks.” She announces as the song ends, grabbing not only mine but also the birthday girl’s hands as she drags us through the crowd.
She leads us past the bar, the birthday girl and I sharing a confused look as we sidestep through the crowd facing each other. Clare finally releases us and double backs to the bar, now approaching from the far end than the dance floor where it is less noisy and there is actually plenty of space right by the bar.
“What do you guys want to drink?” Clare asks us.
“GnT.” The birthday girl answers.
“Espresso martini.” I follow.
“And a Scotch…” She adds, naming some type I couldn’t make out.
“Don’t look so innocent, it’s your round.” Clare tells me, as though that’s why I’m raising an eyebrow at her.
“And can I close the tab on my table?” She asks the barman while I pay for our round.
“Thanks.” The birthday girl smiles at me as we get our drinks.
“No worries, hope you’re having a fun evening. Did you get up to much today?” I ask her, still unable to recall her name from earlier.
Clare leads us silently to a free booth as we cover the usual smalltalk topics and she tells me about the crazy golf, dinner and karaoke they had done earlier in the evening. Whilst it was nice talking to her, I couldn’t help but be silently confused about what I was doing here. These women clearly had money given the dinner sounded almost michelin star and their dresses and hair were stunning.
“I think it’s time I give you your birthday present Tash.” Clare announces in a break of conversation.
“Without the others. Think the others are as curious and excited about this as I am. Will be hard to beat the riding trip you arranged for me last year!” Tash answers, sitting up excitedly in her seat.
Yeah, definitely rich.
“Oh, it will, won’t it Joey.” Clare laughs, winking at me for anadolu yakası escort the third time.
Just like the other two times, I have no response. What the fuck is she talking about. Oh shit, does she mean me? Tash is stunning, maybe two inches taller than me but I think she has heels on so we might be quite similar in reality. I wouldn’t be against getting to know her, that’s for certain. Why me though? And should I be insulted that she is giving me as if I’m some possession, because my cock currently trying to tent my trousers is saying I have a different opinion.
“Happy Birthday.” Clare smiles, handing a small flat box, one that would fit a small plate, to Tash.
I let out a sigh of relief as I casually rearrange my trousers whilst Tash focuses on the neatly wrapped box. Clare however, looks at me as soon as Tash’s attention is on the box and smiles knowingly at me. Does she know what was going through my mind, her glance almost through the table at my crotch makes me think she knows what my hands were doing beneath the table making me quickly move my hands to above the table. Clare stifles a laugh at my sudden movement all but confirming her knowledge.
“What have you done now?” Tash lets out a gasp of surprise, the box opened in such a way as I cannot see into it. “Have you bought me a dog? You know I want a puppy but I don’t have any outdoor space in my flat!”
“I haven’t bought you a dog, don’t worry. But you might be able to say you have a puppy?” Clare laughs, glancing at me with a raised eyebrow as she says the last bit.
“Him? I thought you just… Oh.” Tash starts asking something before clearly solving the puzzle.
“Him what?” I ask, clearly missing something.
“Not a fan?” Clare asks Tash, ignoring me completely.
“Definitely a fan, just…” Again her words die out.
“Do you trust me?” Clare asks her.
“Of course.” Tash grins back, her excitement returning.
I am squirming on my seat, my cock painfully hard and my mind fighting itself whether I should get away from the pair sitting opposite me, interrupt them to demand an explanation to what is going on or just to sit and wait. Like an obedient puppy, damn it.
“Then take control.”
“Look at him, he’s twitching. Reckon he’s figured it out yet?” Tash asks, finally looking at me.
“He is bright red, his cock is hard and he has drool down his chin. Maybe.” Clare answers.
The pair burst out laughing as I wipe my chin to find no such drool there.
“So puppy, you willing to find a new home?” Tash asks me, pulling the dark green leather collar with silver stitching and metal ring out of the box.
It really is beautiful. My eyes alternate between looking at Tash and the collar she is holding. Her blue eyes and sharp features makes me think she could be Scandinavian if it wasn’t for her lack of height and local accent. I picture myself wearing the collar, crawling alongside this woman as she tugs on my leash. I watch in silence as she looks at Clare, shrugs and then looks more seriously.
“Under the table and kneel.” Tash orders me. “Or walk away.”
I am already sliding under the table when she offers me the alternative. I don’t care though, I know I would regret not taking this opportunity for the rest of my life. I bang my knees on the floor as I slip on the bench. I let out a moan of pain, quickly silenced when I smack my head on the cross beam under the table as I flinch away from the moving leg.
“You alright? Apparently you need some practice on your knees.” Tash smiles down at me as she leans down on her bench.
Her leg moves again as she sits back up, spreading them and trapping me between them. Her entire left leg is now exposed, ending only inches from the top of her leg. Despite the smell of old beer, I can’t help but get excited at the sight of her smooth leg teasing my eye as it draws me upwards.
“Don’t worry, you’ll get to admire my legs more if you behave.” Tash smiles down at me as I poke my head out from under the table.
“Hey, you guys alright?” A third woman’s voice asks, making Tash sit forward suddenly, her legs locking me in place.
“Hey Ginny, am good. Just catching our breaths. You guys calling it a night?” Tash responds after a moment.
“I am. Dash has drunk to much though so Trish and I were thinking of taking her home.” The woman responds, before quickly adding. “If that’s alright?”
“Of course, didn’t expect us to even be out this late.” Tash laughs.
“Why are you both looking at me?” Clare dramatically exclaims.
“Oh, I wonder.” Tash laughs.
“You always do have mischievous ways of getting what you want. Don’t you.” The other woman continues. “Although it appears your prey seems to have escaped your claws this evening. He seemed like he needed a gentler hand anyway.”
“Yeah, I wasn’t the right owner for him.” Clare agrees.
“You scare me sometimes. Have a nice evening and happy birthday Tash!” The woman nervously laughs before anamur escort walking away.
“I think you scare all of us.” Tash quietly adds, and I can’t help but nod to myself under the table.
“My friends might get away with saying such things, but you better be careful.” Clare scolds, looking under the table at me and catching my action.
“See, scared.” Tash laughs, saving me from having to dig myself out from that particular hole.
I smile up at her, briefly glancing at her full chest that hid her neck and chin from my view. She smiles knowling back at me, clearly noticing my furtive glances downwards. Not sure she can really accuse me of inappropriate behaviour though when she has me locked kneeling between her legs as she unclips the collar.
“I won’t do it unless you ask, no beg me to.” Tash smiles innocently down at me, open collar in hand.
“Please put the collar on me.” I whisper up at her.
“Good puppy-dog eyes. But the collar is only symbolic. What else are you wanting me to do?” Tash pushes.
“Please enslave me.” I continue, slightly louder.
“Keep going.”
“Please own me, collar me. Make me your obedient slave. Train me to be your pet.” I mumble, my trousers starting to get a bit of a damp spot.
“Good boy.” Tash stops me, putting the collar on me. “Kiss my hand, thigh then foot before retaking your seat.”
“Thank you Mistress.” I whisper before moving to obey.
“He has good potential, thank you.” Tash comments to Clare as I retake my seat opposite.
“You’re welcome. Happy Birthday.” Clare smiles, kissing her friend on the cheek and sliding her glass in front of Tash.
I nod at Clare as she blows me a kiss. She then slides out of the booth and walks off towards the dance floor, her hips swaying. Feeling Tash’s gaze on me, I force myself to turn back around and look at my knew… Owner?
“Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll get to kiss that sexy ass sometime.” Tash laughs, clearly more than confident in her own looks, unsurprisingly given her figure. “I’m going home and have the key to your collar. Are you wanting to join me?”
“I…” I start before my brain has finished processing, the collar was locked in place! “Yes.”
“Good boy.” She smiles at me as though I had a choice. “Put these down your pants, can’t have you poking anyone with that prick of yours.”
I look at the glass she slides across to me. It had Clare’s scotch in but now all that remains is for ice cubes. I look up at Tash, she glares back at me, almost daring me to refuse. I take a deep breath, pick the four cubes up and slide them into my boxers.
“Ohhhh! That’s cold.” I breathe out, trying not to be too loud.
“Haha,” she chuckles. “Let’s get going before you get another wet spot in those trousers.”
She takes my hand as we walk out the bar. I struggle to keep up with ice in my underwear and water dripping down my leg.
“Good you are wearing dark trousers otherwise I doubt we’d have a chance of getting you in a taxi.” Tash giggles as we walk up to a taxi rank.
She looks at me expectantly as we approach the front one and I open the door for her. As she climbs in she gives her address, however my attention was on the great view I got from looking down from above her. I quickly follow her into the cab and we travel the short journey in silence. Whilst my mind struggles to focus on a single thing, my eyes remain locked onto Tash’s. She seems so calm while I sit across from her, my mind in freefall.
My cock is frozen, my ass is sitting in a wet patch, and there is a collar LOCKED to my neck! What the hell is going on? I was only meant to be going out for a couple of drinks. Right now I should be listening to a very drunk Scott tell us how he will never find anyone else like his ex without actually ever saying a good thing about her. Instead, I am holding the door open for a stunning woman who looks at me like she owns me and I am finding myself steadily shifting to accepting that fact.
“Get that sodden crap off.” She orders me as we step into the elevator.
I glance at the woman sitting at the desk in the reception desk of this fancy building as the doors shut. She had already returned her attention to her screen and I doubt she could have heard Tash’s comment. The lift has a window looking out over the river so it is unlikely anyone can see us. I obey Tash, moving quickly after deciding it will look better if I already have the trousers off and can use them to cover myself if we get to her floor and bump into anyone than if the doors open and someone sees me in the process of getting undressed.
Tash lets me keep my shirt and jacket on, motioning for me to go first as I walk out of the elevator, my underwear and trousers rolled up in one hand, the other holding my shoes. We are quite high up, about three floors from the top and there are only two doors on this floor making it unlikely I will be caught.
“Clare really knows my type, short, fit and a spankable ass.” Tash giggles, her body swaying slightly as she stands just outside the elevator, her eyes roaming my body. “And a decent sized cock.”
“Which one is yours?” I ask her, not willing to respond to her comments, although my ass clenched for a second when she admitted she was thinking about spanking it.
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