a/n: moving forward with this story, anytime there is an asterisk present next to a chapter, it means there will be smut. you have been warned hehe enjoy!

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     Oh, I was going to drive myself to the brink of insanity if I didn't stop pacing.  I didn't know what to do, though.  It was only a few days until the dinner party, and I still didn't have a date to it.  Of course, Donna had assured me that I wouldn't need one to go when I talked to her about it, but I knew everyone was going to be coupled up and I was going to feel incredibly awkward if I wasn't.  Deciding to simply bite the bullet and get ready to go out, I found myself changing into something that I figured would not only get my drinks paid for, but hopefully a date for my little dinner party at Jackie's.

Pulling on a black corset top, I knew exactly what I was getting into.  It was a dangerous game I was playing, but I decided it was one I wanted to play.  I paired the top with a leather mini skirt, once again knowing that it might have been a little too short, but it was nothing I couldn't handle.  It wasn't long until I was slipping on a pair of black tights, finally finishing the outfit off with my Doc Martens.  I knew it was late—after nine.  Harry would have my head if he knew I was going out, but I wasn't going to tell him.  It would be my little secret with myself.  After all, the last thing I needed was him showing up to my house saying I did x, y, and z wrong.

Once I was certain I was ready, I found myself nearly rushing out of the house so that I would get to the bar before ten.  It was only a fifteen minute walk, but I was determined to get there in less.  Thankfully, it seemed like there was a good amount of traffic this evening, or, enough to make me believe that if someone tried to pick me up off the street without my consent someone would see.  Though, I truly doubted that the Winter Haven serial killer was on the loose to find his next victim right now. 

By the time I reached the bar, it was just before ten.  I showed the bouncer my ID before he let me in, and my first task was to travel to the bar.  If I was going to pull any men, I needed to start drinking immediately.  Asking for a vodka-cranberry, I handed the bartender my ID when asked, the man nodding and then quickly working on my drink.  It was followed by him handing it to me not much later.  However, I found myself nearly downing it, the bartender raising his eyebrows at me.

"Bad day?" he asked.

"No, I just want to feel tipsy as fast as possible."

The bartender nodded, making another drink for me before I could even ask.  Thanking him, I made my way toward the dance floor after slipping my ID back into my small bag.  Any other time, I probably would have been worried about someone stealing all of my stuff.  Though, I felt like with a bag this small it would be damn near impossible.  Soon enough, I found myself making my rounds across the room, trying to find somewhere comfortable to stand and look for a stranger.  There were a few guys that approached me here and there.  We would chat, I would finish a drink with them, and then I would get sucked into the music and begin to move away.

It had to be about eleven-thirty when I was on drink number five. It was a bad idea. No, it was a terrible idea. But, there was no way I was going to find someone to hang out with if I didn't have some sort of liquid courage running through my body. After all, I wasn't always shy, but I felt a little less adventurous being in my hometown and all. However, I knew there was one guy in particular that had been eyeing me the entire time I had been making my rounds with other men. He was tall, had dark hair, dark eyes, and a lip piercing. It wasn't common around here, but I definitely could tell he was interested.

Glancing around, I sipped on my drink, my cheeks flushing when I looked at the people dancing in the club. Although, I very soon felt a presence beside me. My eyes shifted, slowly gazing up toward the figure next to me. He was the same one who had been staring at me across the room for a couple of songs now, my face burning when he smirked at me.

"I hope you know I'm paying your tab," he stated, his fingers brushing a strand of my hair back behind my ear.  "You know, just to start things off."

"Oh, you don't have to," I laughed, even though it was exactly what I wanted.

"I will," he assured. "What's your name?"

"I'm Maggie," I told him.  "You?"

"It's truly a pleasure," he smirked.  "I'm Cash."

"Did your parents happen to name you after Johnny Cash?"

He chuckled.  "They sure did."

It made me laugh, and I told him that his parents definitely had taste.  Of course, I hadn't listened to Johnny Cash a whole lot, but any of the songs that I did know were always good.  I danced with Cash for a while.  But, by the time the second song came on, I had finished my drink and I found myself leaning up to kiss him.  He was quick to cooperate, his hands grabbing my waist and pulling me in.  I was glad that he was interested, especially since it was what I had been looking for.  However, he pulled away, a small smile on his face.

"Do you want another drink or something?" he questioned.

"We don't really have to go through the niceties do we?" I asked him.  "Can't we just get to the part we both want to get to?"

"A lady who gets what she wants. I like it."

Nodding, I found myself placing my drink on a table nearby, my hand grabbing his.  He laughed behind me as I pulled him through the crowd.  I was certain I looked overly eager to get him alone, but I didn't care.  He knew exactly what I had been implying, and there was no way I was going to try and be polite when I knew what I wanted to get out of this evening.

Before I could even fully make it into the bathroom, he was pressing me up against the door, his lips warm against mine once again. I had definitely kissed quite a few guys in the past, but none of them had ever had a lip ring. It was not something I was used to, and I found myself enjoying the way his mouth moved against mine.

He was a sucker for my lower lip, my face warm as he played with the bathroom door handle next to my side. Soon enough, the two of us were in the bathroom, the man quickly tugging me into the stall toward the end of the bathroom. I allowed him to push me inside, the dark-haired figure locking it before his lips were back on mine. Cash was grabbing onto my waist, the material of my corset up just enough so he could get his hands on my skin. Though, I found myself undoing the button and zip of his jeans, my hand very quickly grasping onto him.

"Fuck," he panted against my lips. "You—I was hoping this was what you meant."

"It certainly was," I told him, my hand still holding onto him before I shifted my palm against him. "How do you feel?"

"Good," he nodded, watching as I fell to my knees in front of him. "Really fuckin' good."

It was hot. I enjoyed when a man was at my fingertips. There was something about the way that they fell to pieces in front of me that truly sent me reeling. Pulling him out of the confinement of his boxers, I knew immediately that he was a decent size. He wasn't the biggest I had, but he also wasn't the smallest. My face burned as I looked at him, his dark eyes trained on my face.

"I'm told I give good head," I stated without even thinking.

Of course, the words had been said to me.  Over the past six months since my ex and I had been broken up, I had given a lot of head.  In my previous relationship, it had made me feel like he was degrading me.  Anytime I was stuck in this position, I felt small, fragile, and at his mercy.  But, ever since I had been a single woman in this position, I felt strong, confident, and sexy when I was down on my knees like this.

"You give good head, is that right?" he asked, muttering a string of curses when I flattened my tongue along the underneath of his dick. "Oh, I don't think I have to question it."

His words were barely coming out of his mouth now—Cash practically squeaking the words out softly. I knew exactly what I was doing and the power that I held when I was on my knees for a man. Certainly, I might have looked like I was the less dominant in this position, but that was incredibly wrong. I felt like I held a lot of power, control, and stability in this position. When a man let me into this position with them, they were placing what was usually their most vulnerable piece of themselves into my view.  I had him at my mercy, and he knew it just as much as I did.

"Maggie," he stated, my hand gripping his length while I took the tip in my mouth. "Fuck, shit, please."

It wasn't difficult. I found myself sucking him off easily. The way he felt in my mouth was nice, and while it had been about a month since I had given head, I knew it wasn't like I had lost my technique. My favorite thing was to see them tremble beneath my touch. I enjoyed the way they'd grab my hair and pant for me to continue.  It was like they were begging for me, needing me to take care of them and finish them off.  If I pulled away for even a moment, he would be a whining mess, and I loved the thought.

As he was mumbling a string of curses again, I heard someone enter the bathroom. The stall was locked, so I wasn't all that worried and continued with my actions. As I continued to suck him off, I heard the sink turn on. Cash was panting because of my actions, the man in front of me breathing harshly. Staring up at him, I glared, not wishing to get caught in this stall with him. Sure, I didn't mind giving head in the slightest, but I certainly didn't want to get caught giving it either.

I heard the door to the bathroom open and shut again, so I assumed that was the end of it. He was getting closer as I continued to suck him off, my tongue moving quickly as I shifted him in and out of my mouth. My hand that was wrapped around him worked on pumping anything that I didn't have the energy to throat, and I could tell he was nearing climax.  He gripped my hair in his fist tighter, breathy pants leaving his lips.  It was one of my favorite things to hear from a man, the sounds more arousing than anything else they could physically do.  It was as if hearing them be completely vulnerable was a turn on.

Just when I started to taste pre-cum, the stall door was kicked harsh enough to open. At least, I assumed something of the sort had happened since I heard it slam against the wall.  Cash was still in my mouth, his face bright red when I glanced up at him.  My eyes widened as I awkwardly pulled away from him, and I watched as Cash's face glanced from me to whoever else was in the bathroom. Though, before I could even say anything, I was being pulled up to my feet, saliva dripping from my mouth onto my chin. But, when I stared at the person that was in the stall with us, I couldn't stop the words coming from my lips even if I wanted to.

"You just ruined my fucking night," I told him.

He was pissed—livid even. I had never seen those green eyes burning into my skin with such a rage behind them. They were terrifying to look at in this very moment, to say the least. Cash was standing by the sink, trying his best to situate himself while Harry reached over, his thumb brushing along my chin to try and rid it of any saliva that was still there.  I watched as he wiped his thumb on his shirt, leaving a wet spot.  But he was quick to reach over again, his thumb brushing over my lower lips this time before he wiped it on his shirt again.

"What the fuck are you doing?" he asked.

"Why do you care, hmm?" I asked softly, my liquid confidence allowing me to shift forward and trace my fingers along his chest before I cupped his cheek. "Wish it was you I was on my knees for, huh?"

"Doll, you better be careful with your words. I don't like it when you tease."

"Do you guys know each other?" Cash asked.

I said no at the same time Harry said yes. It was even more confusing to the guy I had been on my knees for less then a minute ago. Cash looked at me, then he looked at Harry. Although, before I could say much more Harry was approaching the guy. The curly-haired personality grabbed Cash's shirt collar, and I could tell he was saying something rude or harsh to him.  After all, Cash looked absolutely terrified. The moment Harry pulled away, Cash quickly left the bathroom, not even muttering a goodbye to me.

"Great. Now you ruined my fun," I stated. "If you excuse me, I have to get my tab paid for because I know he's not paying for it. And, I have to get a ride."

"I'll take you," he stated. "Plus, I've already paid your tab."

"Blah, blah, blah. I don't want to be in your presence any longer."

I went to walk away, but Harry was quick to grab my upper arm. My teeth clenched, and while I was definitely wasted, I was very much aware that I did not want to be around him right now. He had ruined my night, my fun. If I had given Cash head to the point of him finishing, he would have probably given it back or at least done something for me. At least, I would have hoped so anyway. Yet, here I was, drunk, horny, and unsatisfied.

"I'm taking you home and that is final."

"Maybe I want another guy I can fall to my knees for," I told him.  "Let them come in my mouth real quick.  You know, that whole thing."

"This doesn't even sound like you. Why are you even out by yourself? There is literally a serial killer, and you're acting like there isn't.  I told you to stay home past eight."

"Why do you care so much?"

"Tell me why you're here," he insisted.

"No."

"Magdalina, enough," he seethed, his free hand suddenly gripping my face in a not so kind manner. "Answer me when I speak to you. I'm not playing games."

"Make me."

The words had left my lips before I could take them back. Suddenly he was the one locking the stall door. How he had managed to get in here in the first place was beyond me. Now, though, I was terrified of being stuck in this bathroom alone with him. He picked me up setting me down in front of the sink before spinning me around. I watched as he pressed my hips up against the porcelain, one of his hands resting against my waist while the other grabbed my neck. His hips were against mine, his front pressed very much against my ass.

"You listen to me very carefully, as I will not be repeating myself. I will not tolerate these little stunts you have going on with me. We're not playing games unless I tell you we are. You don't want to see me angry, do I make myself clear, doll?"

He was asking me to answer him, attempting to sound tough as he spoke to me. I knew that any other time I would be perfectly scared of this man behind me. Right now, I was way too liquored up to even be remotely worried about how he was speaking to me right now.

"As long as you don't interrupt me giving head next time, we'll be fine," I assured him.

I knew he didn't like that answer the second he pulled me back, my heart pounding in my chest at a rapid pace. It was very obvious that he wasn't pleased with my words, and while I knew it was bold, I had felt inclined to do what I did with him. Breathing deeply, I squeezed my eyes shut, deciding to play into his game if he was going to be like this. Shifting my hips some as I gripped the edges of the sink, I could feel him twitch against me, Harry grunting softly.

"Stop," he grumbled.

"You started it."

"That's it," he muttered, spinning me around again and throwing me over his shoulder.

"Harry, no!"

He was angrily unlocking the stall door, my eyes wide when I heard the door slam against the wall as he walked out. He then exited with me over his shoulder, my face burning as he most certainly walked through and around people in the club. I wanted him to put me down, but I had a feeling that wasn't going to happen.

"Harry?" I heard someone say.

"I'm taking her home," he stated.

"No he isn't!" I complained.

"She's quite the pill, isn't she?" someone else laughed, followed by a few more chuckles.

"This is the one I told you guys about," Harry stated. "She usually is better behaved than this."

He spoke about me outside of work? I didn't even care that he was talking about how badly I was acting out this evening to be honest. All I could focus on was the fact that his friends seemed to know who I was because he went out of his way to talk about me. It made no sense, especially since I didn't know how I would have even been brought up in the first place.

"Oh, the one from your work," yet another voice said. "She does look small."

"I'm right here!" I whined.  "Harry, my tits are going to fall out if you don't put me down."

"Better get going," Harry stated.  "I'll catch you lot soon."

They called a goodbye to him, Harry beginning to walk away.  I glanced up to see several guys as he made his way toward the exit, the couple of men waving a goodbye to me.  I found myself flicking them off, but I knew it was because they were friends with Harry and I was pretty pissed with him right now.

"Did you bring anything?" Harry asked as we approached the entrance.

"Fuck you."

"Fine. I hope you lost everything."

It was rude, but soon enough he was carrying me outside. I was irritated beyond belief, whining when he managed to get me into the passenger seat of his car. He was able to shut the door, my fingers trying to pry it open but he had clearly locked the vehicle. Grunting, I watched as he got in on the other side, my body quickly shifting across the leather seat so I was sitting directly next to him.

"You're rude."

"Mhm," he nodded.

"I don't like you."

"Mhm."

"You're just mad I wasn't sucking your dick."

"You know I have a girlfriend. I can get my dick sucked whenever I'd like."

"Whatever," I muttered as he started the car.

He didn't say anything else, and while I definitely could have moved back to the other side of the car, I stayed right beside him. The vehicle was cold for some reason, and he was much warmer. Sitting perfectly still, I didn't murmur another word to him as he drove.  Glancing down at my tights, I noticed they were ripped in the knees, my face burning at the reason behind the rips. As the car ride continued, I was almost sure he was anticipating me to speak, though, instead, it was him to break the silence.

"And what were you doing there alone?" he asked.

I glanced at him, his eyes focused on the road as he drove. It was the second time he had asked me, and I felt my face heating up at the thought of him walking in on me with my potential date. Or, potential date that he had literally ruined for me so rudely.

"My friend is having a dinner party and I wanted a date for it."

"You were doing a lot of talking with his dick in your mouth, I'm sure," he nodded.

"I was going to ask him after."

"Oh my God, you could have skipped the entire head thing and just asked me," he told me.

"I thought you had a girlfriend?"

"Oh, I do. Cherry likes you, though, I'm positive she'd like if I hung out with you."

It was odd, but I knew that his girlfriend did like me. After all, we had spent time together so it wasn't like his words were untrue. Instead, I knew for a fact that he was telling the truth.

"Whatever. You don't actually want to go."

"I'll pick you up. We can match," he assured me softly. "Whatever you need to make it look presentable."

I didn't know what to talk about, or say, or how to respond to what he had just told me. Instead, I stayed perfectly quiet for the rest of the ride back to my house. The longer I sat beside him, the more I felt as though I was still buzzing with alcohol. A part of me hoped I would stay at this state I was in, knowing that I still had a decent understanding of everything going on around me. However, a part of me felt like maybe I wasn't going to stay in this perfect state, and instead continue to decline before I grew more sober.

By the time we reached my home, I had, most definitely, become far drunker.  It was almost embarrassing that I was this wasted. Then again, it wasn't like there was anything in my system to offset the alcohol either. After Harry had parked, he got out of the car on his side.  Before I could even think about anything, I found myself giggling when he reached into the vehicle, his arms looping around my waist.  It wasn't long until he was picking me up, Harry shutting the car door as he carried me up to the front door.

"Set me down," I told him.

"Absolutely not."

"Harry."

He didn't respond, and I found myself playing with his hair as he walked up to the front door with me in his arms. At first, I didn't know why I was doing it, but the curls were soft, Harry not glancing in my direction as I continued to play with his hair.  Once we made it to the front door, he set me down in front of him, asking me where my keys were.

"Pocket maybe," I murmured.

He glanced down at me, my face burning when I felt him pat down my backside before he shifted to the front.  Though his eyes narrowed, my cheeks burning as I watched his eyes widen when he realized I didn't have pockets at all considering I was wearing a skirt.

"Are you serious? God, you're something else when you're wasted."

I giggled, watching as he took my small purse from me. He quickly unzipped it, finding the keys in my bag without much effort. I smiled up at him, Harry shaking his head as he went to unlock the door, but turned the handle, pushing the door in before he could even try to unlock it.

"You have to be fucking kidding me," he stated.

"What happened?" I asked.

"You left your door unlocked and there's a serial killer, Mags," he grunted, stepping into the house and pulling me with him.  "You stay right here, I'm going to scope the place out."

"Please be care ... what's the word? Car ... no, careplay ... no—"

"Careful."

"Yes," I nodded, my hands cupping his cheeks as I looked up at him.  "Be so careful."

It made him chuckle even though I knew he wanted to be angry with me. Harry held onto my hands that were holding his face before he pulled them away.  I watched as he pulled out what looked like a pocket knife from his jeans, my eyes wide until I recalled seeing the same one a few weeks ago when he had been fixing things around my home.  It wasn't long until he was disappearing down the hallway, leaving me to simply lock the front door.  It felt like Harry was taking forever, and eventually I sat down on the floor.  However, I hadn't even realized my eyes were shut until I felt arms scoop me up once more, my eyes fluttering quickly.

"No murderers," he murmured.  "I was thinking I could make cookies while you get ready for bed, huh?"

"Cookies?" I asked loudly as he walked down the hall with me.  "What kind?"

"Chocolate chip.  My mum's recipe."

"Okay," I agreed once he set me back down.  "I need to change."

"Sure thing, doll.  Let me know if there is anything that I can do for you."

He left me alone in my bedroom, shutting the door behind me. I stood there for a long moment, simply thinking about the evening. About how my tights were ripped at the knees, how Harry had walked in on me giving head, how he had been angry about it, and was now in my home making cookies. None of it made any sense, and yet I had no want to change any events that had taken place. I just wondered what else could possibly happen in the time that he was here at my home.