Kate had always been a guarded woman. As a child she would never speak to people she didn’t know, she never ventured out late at night, nor did she catch public transport alone or walk by herself. When she became a teenager she was often left out of group gatherings because she was “difficult”. As a result she left high school with few good friends and a lot of painful memories. She worked as a barmaid and waitress at a local bar. This was supposed to be a temporary thing as she put herself through schooling, said schooling has not yet begun.

She is cautious where most things are concerned but none more so than she is with men. Many times she has been taken for a ride by men when she has let her guard down. She has been celibate for almost eighteen months now.

She headed to work at four o-clock when it was still quiet. Her boss, Carina, insisted that all waitresses wear tight blue shorts and a tight white T. As she says, “waitresses in tight get-up bring in the customers”, she’s not worried about the sexism, and neither are most of the waitresses. Kate thought it was a little primitive but she didn’t complain because she earned a fortune in tips with her appealing figure.

“Quiet today Denise?” Kate put her bag in the office and came out to greet her workmate.

“Just a few regulars in today, pretty damned quiet,” she said.

“Hopefully I’ll get off early then,” Kate replied.

“No chance sweetie, I already talked to Carina about getting off early, I have a date.” Denise winked at Kate.

“Who is it this time?” Denise frequently had a new beau and Kate found it hard to keep up with them.

“Excuse you, but he is a wealthy business man. He owns a nice little restaurant in the city.” She said, turning her nose up.

“How’d you meet him?”

“He came into the bar last month to use the bathroom and I asked him to stay for a beer.”

“So how’d you get him to ask you out?”

“I spilt one of his drinks in his lap,” Denise winked again and Kate sighed.

Of course she got a date by giving him a preview of the night’s progressions, Kate thought. Her night was very uneventful for a few hours, though at eight a rowdy group of men came in after a late football game. Denise left about half an hour later while everything was still busy. Kate was incredibly annoyed at that. When things began to quieten down she noticed a man sitting alone at one of her tables so she finished cleaning her glass and bobbed over there with a smile and her note pad.

“Evening sir, can I get anything for you?” the man turned his head and gave her the old once-over with his eyes. As this was a regular occurrence, Kate acted like she was oblivious.

“I’ll be up at the bar in a moment.” He said in a smooth, deep voice.

Kate merely smiled and walked back to the bar. His voice was wonderful, though she had only heard it for a second she thought that it was the sultriest thing she’d ever heard. She watched the man out of the corner of her eye as she continued to dry the glasses and serve the odd customer. He finally stood up and sauntered over to the bar, he sat down at one of the stools and pushed his hair back and out of his face before removing his thick leather jacket. Atop his dark ripped jeans he wore a very tight fitting T-shirt and a few silver chains around his neck. Kate was sneaking glances at his torso, which looked as though it would be sculpted like a god’s. He had a strong set jaw line and a little stubble on his chin, everything about the man was dark and wild, except his eyes which radiated a magnificent shade of blue.

“So what can I get you?” She asked him.

“Whisky, neat,” he answered gruffly.

“Well sure thing,” the way he looked up at her from under his eyelashes with his lips set in that straight line was incredibly sexy. Kate found herself lingering in his presence a moment before she left to prepare his drink. His gaze remained fixed on her as she did. “I don’t think I caught your name before,” Kate said once his drink was firmly in his hand.

He took one long sip, almost draining the glass before he flicked his money on the counter. “I don’t believe I offered it.” As curt as his tone was, he was sure trying hard to be polite.

“Oh well I was just making conversation is all.” Kate smiled, a little hurt from the disinterest in his voice.

The man said nothing for a while; he just drank the last of his whisky. “Another,” he demanded. Kate pulled out another glass and made his drink, handing it to him without a word. She looked at his handsome face expectantly for a moment more before she simply walked to the other side of the bar to stack the dishwasher. She returned twice more to refill his glass but she said no more to him.

When he left she collected his empty glasses and her tip. He tipped really well, too well. Maybe he realised how rude he was being, she thought. She noticed a piece of paper folded in with her tip, it read, in scrawled handwriting; Hunter.

By the time she realised that he had in fact left her his name, he was gone. She had almost hoped that he would leave her a number too, but there was nothing.

The morning after a long night was always hard. Kate woke up late but she was hoping to sleep longer as she wasn’t due in for work until three that afternoon. Kate lived in a small villa that she rented, there were five other villas close-by owned by the same landlord. It was a small town that she lived in but she was in the more suburban part of town; there are a lot of bigger properties on the outskirts. The town had a small shopping centre and a swimming pool and a library. The bar where Kate worked was only one of two in the town itself; it was only a twenty minute drive to the city where there was a bubbling metropolis of pubs and clubs. Kate never really went into the city unless she needed to buy new clothes because her old ones didn’t fit or have been worn down to the brink of disintegration.

She was pouring herself some breakfast cereal when she heard a knock on her front door. She put down her bowl and walked over to the door. She opened it to her friend and neighbour Skyler Perkins.

“Morning Kate,” he said with a glance at her body that lingered far too long on her chest. She realised that he was probably entitled to a quick look considering that she was wearing a tight, sheer camisole top without a bra.

“Good morning Skyler, to what do I owe the pleasure of your company?” she asked with a smile. She also pulled her dressing gown together at the front, covering her chest from the brisk morning air.

“Oh, well this package arrived for you yesterday just after you left for work so I signed it in for you, hope you don’t mind.”

“Thankyou so much, I’ve been waiting on this for weeks, it’s just a bunch of old books. Would you like to come in for some breakfast?”

“Oh no, I should be getting to work but if that offer still stands I would love it if we could share a meal sometime?” As obtuse as his offer for a date was, and there had been many other moments alike this one, Kate still pretended that she was oblivious to his eagerness.

“Oh sure, I was planning on having a few people over tomorrow night anyway. Maybe you could come over early and help me out with that old barbeque, if you wouldn’t mind?” she asked sweetly.

“Sure thing,” he sounded slightly disheartened but Kate knew that it wouldn’t be the last time he asked her for a date.

She walked back inside carrying the box that Skyler had brought over. It’s not that Skyler wasn’t attractive enough for her, because he was. He is about six foot four with short brown hair and a very handsome face. His body was well sculpted and he was incredibly kind. Kate just preferred him as a friend and didn’t want to lose him.

She pulled out one of the old books from the box and read for most of the day. It was only half an hour before her shift that she noticed the time. She quickly showered and pulled her hair back before finding a pair of shorts and a shirt. A thought suddenly crossed her mind, would Hunter be there tonight? She felt a little embarrassed at hoping that he would be, considering how rude he was to her last night. Well, he wasn’t there when she arrived, just in time.

“I thought you were going to leave me here all alone.” Denise said.

“I’m basically right on time,” Kate said.

“Yeah well you’re usually twenty minutes early.”

“That’s because I don’t have a life.”

“Or a man apparently.”

“What difference does that make?”

“Oh honey, it makes all the difference.” She winked and headed over to the door to greet the new customers.

Denise has always been the one to attract men, her body wasn’t as voluptuous as Kate’s, but she sure did show it off a hell of a lot. She had long blonde hair and big blue eyes. She was slender and though her curves were subtle they were still found to be very pleasing to the men in town. She always wore her black heels to work and occasionally she would wear her tight black skirt. Tonight was one of those occasions. God knows why. Kate thought that she may have been in need of some money to pay some bills or, shop, so she was trying to get as many tips as possible. She was nice enough but she just didn’t know where the line was, Kate thought as she watched Denise lean all the way across a table of men to clear a few plates. They certainly didn’t see any line. Kate sighed and got back to work.

It was getting close to ten and Kate was just finishing her shift, Denise left almost an hour ago, when a familiar face walked through the door. It was Hunter. He was wearing that leather jacket and tight black jeans that made him look so wild and dangerous, all the more attractive in Kate’s eyes. She watched him run his hand through his hair and take a seat at the bar, the same seat as the day before. Without giving him time to breathe Kate walked right over to him with a smile.

“Hi there, can I get you something?” she beamed.

He just looked up at her and she thought she should act like she didn’t recognise him; no man that gorgeous likes an over enthusiastic waitress trying to hit on them. Then again, she didn’t really know what she was doing.

“Scotch.” He said flatly.

“On the rocks?”

“No, just a scotch. If I wanted rocks I would have asked.”

“Well alright then,” how could she have forgotten someone that rude?

She poured him his drink and didn’t return to serve him again. Jillian was all too happy to serve him. She was another waitress, she was slender like Denise but it was obvious to everyone that he chest was far too big to be real. Her mother took her to get them, adjusted, when she was eighteen. She was flatter than a tack before hand. Most people thought that she had gone for a size too big but she loved them, and the attention that they attracted. She always had them on display. Her top had a V shape cut into the neckline and she was leaning on to the bar to show Hunter her assets. Kate just tried to ignore her flirtatious behaviour around the sexiest man she had ever encountered.

Just as she was about to leave for the night the boss called Kate and asked her if she could stay and close the place up.

“I covered for you three nights last week, I need my sleep!” Kate said impatiently.

“I know Katey but you know you’re the one I trust most on staff. I just can't come in tonight!” she hissed back.

“If I do it tonight I better have all day off tomorrow. I’m having a small get together tomorrow night. Did you want to come?” She felt almost obliged to invite Carina, having mentioned it. Not that she disliked Carina; she just felt that she had to focus on saying good things about work, even when sometimes there was nothing good to say.

“Yeah I might pop by, I’ll bring the booze,” she laughed, “and you got yourself a deal, you know what to do.” she hung up before Kate could say another word.

By eleven most of the customers had left, only a few here and there were left. Jillian hung up her apron and untied her hair.

“For Christ’s sake, you would think that tits like mine deserve a little attention.” She blurted out to Kate.

“Excuse me?” Kate gave her a bewildered expression.

“I’ve had my tits all up in sex-god’s business all night, and nothing,”

“Oh really?” Kate merely found it amusing that she was so worked up.

“Yeah, instead his eyes have been following your ass around all night long.”

“What?”

“I know, strange huh?” She sighed.

“You’re saying he’s been checking out my ass?” Kate asked, pretending that she was hardly interested.

“Legs, ass, tits, whatever. He’s into you baby girl. I say just get in there, no matter what your circumstances. Catch-you later.” And with that she just walked out.

As it just so happens, he was the last one in the bar.

“Sorry to rain on your little lonesome parade but we have to close up here at some point.” Kate said casually.

“Alright, hit me with one more and I’ll get out.”

“Sure thing,” she poured him one more glass of scotch and went back to locking up.

He was still sitting on his glass when she was ready to walk out. She glared at him for making her wait. She saw him glance at her quickly and she averted her gaze. He laughed lightly and tilted his glass up to get the last few drops before standing up and striding past her.

“Excuse me; don’t I at least get a small tip? Or a thank you would be nice considering I had to wait up for you to finish your drink.” Kate said.

He turned around and stared at her. “I may be new in town but where I come from the customer is the one who decides on that and the waitress just smiles politely back.”

“Well I don’t know where you come from but I for one don’t take no sass. You’ve been rude from the get go and I don’t appreciate it.”

“It’s not my job to be polite.”

“Maybe not but it is my job to make sure I get treated right.” She said firmly.

He laughed again and walked outside. She followed him, carrying her bag and the keys to the bar. She locked the door and turned around to see him walking over to a big black motorcycle.

“Well I don’t have any cash on me; I’ll have to bring you a better tip tomorrow.”

“Well it just so happens that I’m not working tomorrow,” she said with attitude.

“That’s too bad,” he started up his motorcycle and pulled on his helmet.

Before he could leave she called out to him. “Wait!” He stopped and looked at her, “I’m having this little get together at my place tomorrow night; you should stop by.”

“I’ll consider it.”

“Just ask Carina where I live; she’s the big boss around here.”

He left without saying another word.

“Yes Jillian, you can bring a few friends but I don’t want nothing big.” Kate just knew that tonight was going to be bigger than she bargained for.

She called up Skyler after she talked to Jillian. “Yeah I think it’s just going to be a big party now, I mean, all the waitresses heard about it from Carina as well as some of the regular guys at the bar. This is why I don’t invite her places.”

He laughed, “Did you still want me to come over and give you a hand with things?”

“Yes please, and bring alcohol, and dip,” he laughed again and they hung up.

This was supposed to be her day off and now she was stuck organising a party that she didn’t even want. Good move Kate, she thought.

Skyler arrived at six with a couple of cases of beer and a lot of snack food.

“You really shouldn’t have gone to all this trouble,” Kate said.

“It’s no problem, I go straight to my brother for this stuff, he directs the bulk buy place for restaurants and bars; it comes in real handy for parties and post-break-ups.”

“You’re talking about the alcohol right?” Kate asked.

“Well I sure as hell ain’t talking about the Jatz,” they laughed.

Kate was right about he “small get together”, there were so many people. Even her landlord showed up, she thought he was going to yell but he just grabbed a beer and turned up the stereo. By eight she still hadn’t seen Hunter. Carina must have closed up the bar, Kate was sure that she had seen all the waitresses at least once. For a small villa, it could sure hold a lot of people. Luckily the back yard opened up into a small courtyard that was shared with the other tenants of the landlord. Kate was starting to think it was in case of situations like this. All of her neighbours were wandering around somewhere. Oh well, in a small town news travels fast.

By ten Kate was running around trying to keep people from trashing out her place whilst trying to hide from Skyler, who she was sure was trying to ask her out properly, and she just wasn’t in the mood to reject him tonight. That’s when she saw Hunter; he threw his motorcycle helmet onto one of her couch chairs and grabbed a beer from the ice box on the floor. It was literally a box filled with ice and beer. She could see the cardboard starting to tear already and was dreading cleaning it up tomorrow.

She walked over to him and smiled forcefully. “Welcome.”

“Here’s your tip, plus this party has nothing on the ones where I come from,” he handed her a twenty and took a sip of his beer, barely looking at her.

“Just wait, Jillian isn’t that drunk yet, in an hour or so she’ll be topless kissin’ girls,” Kate rolled her eyes.

“Make sure to point me in her direction then.” He still wouldn’t look at her.

Kate just rolled her eyes again and walked off. There was beer being spilt on her table as two men engaged in an arm wrestling competition. As time went by things just got worse and Kate started stressing out even more. Sure enough, Jillian was down to her bra and had her lips locked with one of the other waitresses, Charlotte. Skyler was hot on her trail and ice water was now all over the carpet in her living room because the cardboard box had given in. As she stood in the living room looking distressed she noticed Hunter looking at her with a very amused expression on his face.

“What? What the hell are you smiling at?” Just as she finished her sentence she was splashed with two glasses of beer as two men tackled one another in front of her. The beer was all down her front and her purple dress was clinging to her body.

She heard a laugh and looked over at Hunter. “You think this is funny? What kind of a person are you?!” She scowled at him before rushing off to her room and closing the door.

She sobbed gently for a few moments before the door opened and closed again. This time Hunter was inside. He locked the door.

“If you’ve come in here to be a jack-ass you can just get the hell out!” she said, drying her tears.

He walked over to where she was sitting and she stood up, not being able to look him in the eyes.

“You’ll get cold in that dress.”

“What?”

He moved in close to her and she froze. He looked down at her dress, which was now covered with a dark purple stain. “It’ll stain, you need to wash it.”

“I don’t care,” she said softly.

“Neither do I but you will get cold if you don’t change.”

“So what are you doing here?” Her voice grew softer again.

He reached out and put his hands on her sides, her body tensing up at his touch. His fingers pinched the damp fabric above her stomach. He carefully pulled it up an inch, and then another. Kate just stood there anticipating his next movements. He continued to pull her dress up slowly until it was uncovering her hips, and then her stomach. Her arms lifted up far too willingly and he slipped it over her head before tossing it to the ground. She waited for him to move again, but he was slow and waiting for his touch was unbearable. She took a step forward and he put his hands on her hips. She almost wished that she had been wearing better underwear.

She could feel the heat coming off his body and she longed to remove his shirt so that she could caress his chiselled torso. His hands grazed her sides as he slid them up and down. Kate reached up to unbutton his shirt but he grabbed her hands and pushed them away, he proceeded with his buttons alone and let his shirt fall to the ground revealing all that Kate had expected and more. He gave her a sexy smirk that made her knees feel weak and he removed his belt. His hands reached out for her hips again but this time they slid down until his hand were resting on her ass, and he pulled her into him. The next thing she knew his mouth had found hers. She locked onto his neck with her hands and pressed her hips into him harder as his arms wrapped around her back. He kissed her with a passion that she had never felt, his tongue was dancing with hers and she felt an incredible heat against her hip.

He guided her back so slowly that she was hardly even aware that she was moving. He lay her down on her bed and kept himself pressed firmly against her. His lips began to move down her neck and onto her chest where she could feel his tongue teasing her as he licked just above the line of her bra.

“I’ve never been with a woman whose chest tasted like beer.” He purred, referring to the spilt drinks.

She exhaled loudly as his hips built up a slow rhythm against hers. “I’ve never been with a man who takes so god damn long to get to the point.” He smirked again.

“You’ve really been missing out then,” as he finished speaking he popped open her bra from the front and gently kissed each of her nipples, teasing her once again.

Kate gripped his hair as his tongue licked and flicked on her chest while his hips still kept their grinding motion. His hips stopped only to allow his hands to pull down her underwear and toss them away, forgotten. With his lips otherwise occupied, his fingers gently caressed the most intimate part of her and she groaned with pleasure. His lips moved to her ear and he whispered to her, “You’re far too easy.” He chuckled slightly before his warm tongue was inside of her and she gasped as he, easily, brought her to climax, but he didn’t stop, his tongue was relentless and when his fingers assisted she came once more. When he felt her release his lips made their way up her body until they found her mouth and he kissed her hard again.

Her trembling hands reached for the buttons on his jeans but he grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the bed. “Let me handle that sweetheart,” he was so forcefully arrogant and she found it exhilaratingly sexy.

He unbuttoned his jeans and whipped them off to reveal silky blue boxer shorts. She lifted her hands and ran them down his chest and over his shorts which were just bulging with hidden delights.

“Sit up,” he said.

She sat up and eyed him hungrily.

“Turn around,” he growled and she did.

She heard a small sound and saw his boxers land on the floor. His lips were on the nape of her neck and his hands were cupping her breasts. She soon realised that she was on her hands and knees and he was kneeling behind her.

He teased her with his body and she bit her lip to stop herself from screaming at him to just do her, when finally she couldn’t take it any more. She groaned loudly, “Oh god, just do me now!” he smirked again before he entered her and caused her to moan and take a tight grip of the sheets beneath her hands.

His pace quickened and she groaned more with every thrust of his hips. When he slowed down his hips circled and he deepened his strokes until he felt her release for the third time, another few thrusts and he came inside her. She had forgotten how fantastic it felt for a man to build her up. The moment he had touched her she forgot all about her celibacy.