*This story is a Chris Jackson original and is not to be shared without consent or permission. All characters are fictional and 18 or older. This content is for mature audiences only.*
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I show up to work thinking it’s going to be my basic shift at the club. A normal night would be great. I’ve been dealing with some bullshit lately and I just want a quiet, small shift. I haven’t heard of anything crazy going on in town, so that makes me happy.
I clock in and head upstairs to help put the tables away from the dining service. From 4 p.m. to 10 p.m., we offer dining, but from 10:30 to 2 a.m. it’s all club business.
Big Mike, the head of security is at the bar with a tall blonde girl in kickass shape. I think she’s his newest flavor of the month.
They both turn around, and I see that it’s not his flavor of the month; it’s Georgia Burgen, a girl at my college. I’m more than familiar with her. I’ve tutored her in philosophy. I don’t know what the fuck she’s doing here, with a security shirt on, no less.
“Andy, got a second?” Mike asks, he and Burgen coming over.
“Tables? Let’s do it.” I go to the closest hardwood near me.
Georgia goes to the other end of the table instead of Mike. I look at her quizzically, and she just smiles as we turn the table over on its side and kick the legs in before loading it onto the wheeled cart.
“So uh, Mike, what’d you want to talk with me about?”
“So, this is Georgia,” he starts off like I don’t fucking know. To be fair, how would he know we go to school together, that I have a huge crush on her?
“Georgia, I’m Andy,” I tell her, professionally offering my hand.
Pretending I don’t know her seems kind of fun. I wonder how long I can keep it a running joke with Big Mike.
“Hi Andy. I’ll be shadowing you tonight if that’s all right,” she says with her brightest smile. I just blink a couple of times before turning to Mike.
“What?” I ask, wondering why he’s trying to piss me off already. I’m supposed to focus with this smoke show watching me all night?
“It’s her first night on the job. She has kick-boxing experience, but she’s obviously not our biggest body. She might not have an intimidation factor, and you’re good at de-escalation. So, I figured who better than you to work with her?”
“Anyone. Literally anyone else.” I turn to Georgia, “Ms. Burgen, it’s nothing personal, but I’d prefer not. I’d just like to do my job and go home tonight. No extra anything. There’ll be others here, bigger guys you can tag with.”
“Andy, you’re our smallest bouncer, but you always find the most trouble and you’re the best fighter we have if things do get nuts,” Mike explains.
Had he told Georgia about the time only seven of us had to stop two college football teams from brawling each other after a conference game last year? I doubt it.
“It’s my job to try to keep people out of trouble, not to put Georgia in danger,” I argue. Am I being an asshole chauvinist? Yes, yes, I am. But I’d never worked with a woman bouncer before in the rowdiest club in the city.
“I already signed a waiver when I took this job,” Georgia argues. “And I can handle myself. You won’t even know I’m here.”
I watch her for a moment, but I know I can’t do anything about it. I’m not the boss, and if she’s signed a waiver, knows the risk, she’s just another coworker. A really hot coworker I have a boner for just from seeing in the tight security shirt and jeans, but whatever.
“Grab a radio, I guess,” I say as my way of submitting, but also taking some kind of control.
She follows me to the back, and I show her where the radios are and how they work.
I readjust my Mass Effect N7 hat, and we head back out to the floor as the first few people come up the stairs. Georgia puts her hair in a tight ponytail and we’re both ready for the night.
“The Saturday night crowd is the most packed our house gets. It can get wild in this college town, and we get a lot of young business hotshots. It’s club night, and we have a live DJ that’s surprisingly good. We’re the only club for about a hundred miles, so we don’t really have a lot of competition,” I explain.
We’re leaning on the far end of the bar on a quiet corner. The growing crowds are noticing Georgia. She stands out like a sore thumb, being 5’10 and built like a bikini model. Both guys and girls can’t help but notice her body.
They see me right next to her, and none of them have the balls to approach her, or at least not without liquid courage. I’m incredibly average height, but with a martial arts actor’s body and snaking arm tattoos, I don’t look like one to fuck with.
The night starts picking up quick, and more bodies start packing both levels. Alcohol starts flowing.
“It’s so cramped in here!” Georgia shouts over the voices and the music.
“Yeah, and it’s only 11:30!” I yell back. “Let’s do a round of the floor.” I tap her shoulder, and she follows me as we do a patrol.
We look for bottles, cans, and glasses that aren’t from our own bar. We make sure no one is doing anything too grotesque; making sure everyone’s clothes are still on. Making sure no one is doing under the close shit. That sort of thing.
I check the men’s bathrooms and Georgia checks the women’s to make sure no one has thrown up where they shouldn’t or that no one is fucking in a stall.
We meet outside the bathroom and Georgia has a short college girl by the back of her shirt.
“Let you go, you giant bitch!” the girl screams, trying to push off the fit blonde.
“Caught her sitting on the counter next to the sink, two fingers deep in herself. Maybe I’m wrong, but I think she’s high,” Georgia says. She’s all business. And to me, she’s never been hotter. There’s a chance I might have been wrong about her; she does have the stomach for this.
“I think she was doing blow in our bathroom. I can see a little bit on her nostril. Just a tiny little bit. Let’s throw her the fuck out.”
“Wait, no! I need to meet someone here!”
“Who? Your dealer?” Georgia asks with a chuckle. “Let’s go, kid.” Georgia tugs the younger girl along and we clear through the crowd, down the stairs and to the front door.
“George, she’s not coming back in. Ever,” I tell the guy checking IDs and faces. “Banned for life.” And like that, I hold open the door while Georgia firmly but not too hard, pushes her out.
“We’re not cops. It’s not our job to catch her dealer or turn her into the cops. We’re club security, which means it’s our jobs to keep this place clean. We have her face and cameras, so we can ban her and call other bars to let them know about her snow problem.”
Georgia nods as we head back up the stairs. I go first, because if she does, I’ll stare at her ass the whole way.
As soon as we’re back on the main floor, there’s a ton of noise coming from the center of the floor. I can tell by the crowd that it’s a fight.
“Stay here!” I order and throw myself in the blob of backs and limbs. Several other security shirts and I start pulling people out of the way towards the center of the floor. I start trying to push people back as the fight starts getting larger.
People are pushing and getting pushed, knocking into others. The fight starts to spread like fire. The lights come up and the music stops. The DJ on the mic hollers for everyone to clear out.
Some people start heading for the door, but others stay. George from downstairs, and Georgia, start trying to lead out stragglers as me and the other guys break up the fight.
The DJ makes it known that he’s called the cops at this point, so onlookers start to disperse. We’re down to the instigators–the actual fighters–when I hear Georgia calling for me.
“Andy! Get over here!” There’s a genuine panic in her call for back up.
I make my way out of the circle, to the mostly open floor and down to the main entrance.
George and Georgia are trying to push a herd of about eight college kids out the door. I start pushing with George and Georgia, and we manage to move everyone out.
George locks the door, and I head back upstairs to find the cops have been let in through the back. They came in the door that releases into the top street instead of onto downtown.
The cops make quick work of rounding up the ones we detained–the ones we think started it.
After police officers clear out with the statements they need, it’s just bar staff and security. Georgia is explaining to a bartender how she got beer dumped on her head. Some asshole in the noise of things, tore her shirt. Just on the left shoulder.
“Georgia, it’s been a hell of a night. Let me get you to your dorm so you can shower,” I offer. Campus isn’t far, but it’s cold and she’s not in the best appearance.
“Yeah, I like that idea,” Georgia scowls. This basketball player isn’t used to getting beer dumped on her. Or having her clothes pulled at by drunk assholes.” She laughs it off well.
We say goodbye to the crew and head out.
As soon as we get into my truck, Georgia sighs and puts her head against the window. “Can I shower at your place? I don’t want to take this walk of shame through my dorm.”
“That’s understandable,” I nod in agreement and we take off. I’m a local college kid, so I live off campus. My rent deal for being a local was sweet, too. The landlord is a family friend, too.
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The ride to my place is completely quiet. I look over to Georgia occasionally and she looks pissed. Not at me, just at the situation, I’m sure. She’s covered in beer, and her shirt is ripped from neck to the top of her bra. The tear is worse than I saw at first.
“I’m sorry tonight was more than you bargained for,” I say, meaning it. “That was a hell of a trial by fire.”
“You were against it in the first place,” she shrugs as we pull into the driveway of my apartment.
“That doesn’t mean I wanted you to get dowsed in beer. I didn’t want your shirt damn near ripped off,” I tell her as we get out of my car. Maybe I wanted to rip her shirt off before this happened, but that’s different.
We walk to my little apartment, and she sighs. “I literally signed up for it. I guess I’m just happy it didn’t get worse.”
I don’t have to ask what she means.
“You’ll feel better after a shower. When you’re in warm, dry clothes,” I say with a smile.
She gives me a cute little smile back.
“Oh, bummer,” she says, now frowning. “I don’t have anything for clean clothes.”
“You’ll be swimming, but I have some sweats and a T-shirt you can wear. At least they’ll be comfy and not smell like old beer.”
“Do you have hot chocolate, too?” Georgia asks jokingly with big blue doe eyes and her hands under her chin like the perfect picture of innocence. I really can’t tell if she’s joking or not.
“You joke, but that can be arranged,” I tell the star basketball player as we enter my house. I flip the lights on. “Pardon my mess,” I say without giving too much of a shit. How was I supposed to know Georgia Burgen would be in my apartment? It wasn’t every day a college ESPN featured athlete stormed my place.
“It’s honestly not as messy as I expected,” she says. However, I see her blue eyes taking in the books and random bottles strewn about. There’s a shirt laying here or there, and a single plate on my living room coffee table, but there’s nothing obscene.
“Pretty nice place, actually,” she comments as she kicks off her shoes and sheds her leather jacket. Georgia hangs it on the hooks by the door. “So, about that shower and clothes….”
I wave for her to follow me. Leading her to the bathroom, I tell her to stay put while I grab her sweatpants and a tank top.
By the time I get back, she’s already stripped herself down to her black bra and panties. I stop in the doorway. She just smiles coyly.
“I really wanted to get out of those clothes,” she says shyly. Georgia smiles and takes the clothes.
I turn to leave without looking again, but Georgia grabs my arm, turning me back to face her.
“And thanks,” she whispers in my ear and kisses my cheek.
A panty-clad Georgia Burgen just took my breath away with a whisper and a little peck on the cheek?
“Don’t mention it,” I say and kiss her forehead in response to her harmless kiss. I make my exit, closing the door behind me. Returning that little show of affection felt… necessary. Yeah, necessary.
I stand outside the door, listening to silence, a tiny bit of shuffling. Then I hear the curtain move. Water starts.
I’m at full fucking staff in my jeans and I want to feel bad. But I just fucking can’t. All I can picture is what Georgia Burgen looks like right now. Completely naked with hot water running through her blonde hair. Rivulets of water dripping down that tight, fit body.
I want to feel her warm, wet skin under my hands. To taste her breath and feel her heat on my thigh as I press her into the shower wall.
“Andy?” Georgia’s voice calls and I think she knows I’m listening. “If you’re not busy, can you come here for a second?”
She’s calling out like I could be in a different part of the apartment. I wait a moment and knock like I haven’t been here the whole time. You know, like a fucking creep.
“What’s up?” I ask, trying to keep my voice from sounding thick, or to stop it from breaking.
“Can you come in here, please?”
I open the door as she asked, and when I do, she pulls open the curtain.
I’m staring at the Georgia that I was just dreaming about moments ago. “You can’t shower with your clothes on, Andy,” she tells me with a giggle.
I don’t need to be told twice. I strip down with Georgia’s eyes on me the whole time, and she’s not shy at all. She’s pawing at her own pussy, two fingers in with her thumb working her clit.
Her moans drive me crazy. The way her back is pressed to the wall. She’s bucking into her own hand and just… FUCK! I can’t get in there fast enough.
As soon as I’m out of my last sock, I’m in there with her. We’re under the spray, and I’m sucking and licking her neck as she continues to fingerbang herself.
I let her work herself the way she likes, and I reach my arms around her so I can play with her tight ass. I squeeze and pull her cheeks in my hands as she continues to moan, her free hand scraping my back with her fingernails.
“Fuck, Andy. Oh my God, you’re mouth!” Georgia groans as she tries to move her head, but I just move down to her collar bone, taking advantage of the exposed flesh. “I’m just thinking about your rock-hard cock while I get myself ready for you!”
I’m in heaven, hearing Georgia spill out everything that rolls into her beautiful brain as I tease her asshole with my finger. My mouth works down her perfect skin, inevitably coming to her ample tits. I nibble at the top of one while cupping the other.
One of her hands is in my hair, the other rapidly working her hot cunt, making sweet sloshing sounds from her wetness.
I circle her areola with my tongue before lapping at her nipple itself. Her moans increase as I suck on her tits, moving back and forth between them, worshipping them.
She’s mostly distracted by my boob play when I slip my finger into her asshole. She jumps a little, but settles back into the moment, letting me know she’s okay with this escalation.
“Your body is perfect,” I tell the new security guard. Her pebbled, excited nipple is still between my lips.
After I have fun with her mounds, I start kissing and tongue lavishing my way down her sculpted abdominal muscles. She’s seriously built like Lara Croft.
I use one hand to push her back against the shower wall again while adding a second finger to probe her backdoor. “What I really want to taste is this sweet blonde pussy. ” I pick her leg up and put it over my shoulder.
Georgia takes her hand away from her waiting clam and bites her finger seductively, holding her breath while I move my face into position. She inhales again as my tongue first taps her clit.
I lick her slowly, rotating my pink muscle into her folds, getting as much of her moistness and unique flavor as I can.
She moans and tugs on my hair as she gets used to me between her legs. All the while, my fingers are still working and spreading her ass.
“How’s it taste down there? Everything you hoped for?” She asks, her breathing coming in shaky. “Because your tongue feels amazing.”
“It’s everything and more.” I growl as I spread her lips open wider with my free hand. Spearing my tongue deep into her cleft, I start moving my fingers in her ass at a quicker pace.
Georgia is at my mercy, leaning back against the wall as I dominate both her lower holes. One leg is on the floor of the tub, and the other is wrapped around my head. She’s pinning my face between her legs.
“Goddamn, Andy!” Georgia is shaking fiercely above me. I can feel her tight pussy pulsing over my tongue. Her breath is sharp and erratic. I can tell she’s going to come soon.
I slide my fingers out of her ass and aggressively work her clit while my tongue continues to dig and lap inside her.
“Jesus Christ! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! FUCK!” Georgia cries out, slapping the shower wall with her hand as she comes undone. Her cum slides down my hand, into my mouth and down my chin. She quivers and cries out above me, still biting her finger.
I pull my tongue out of her pocket and slowly lick her from widened asshole to clit. Working her down from her orgasm. My fingers circle but don’t go back into her asshole. I stand up and push her fully against the wall.
Kissing her hard, I snake my Georgia flavored tongue into her mouth. Plundering every inch of it, she doesn’t try to fight it. I suck her tongue into my mouth, making her taste herself on me. I kiss her good and hard until she starts coming to her senses again.
“Let’s get you out of here,” I whisper as I turn the water off. I take her hand, and she braces herself on the bathroom wall outside of the shower.
She lets me dry her hair for her. But she makes me leave her body alone. Still too sensitive from her orgasm, I take it.
I take her hand again and lead her out of the bathroom.
“Where are we going?” Georgia asks, starting to find her voice again. “I’m still wet.”
I bring her into the kitchen and almost effortlessly pick her up to sit her on my kitchen counter.
Before she can ask any questions, I capture her mouth in another hot kiss. This time, she does fight back but in the most delicious way. Our tongues run together and swirl, moving back and forth between chasms.
While Georgia’s lost in the kiss, her arms around my neck, I return my hand to her pussy. I slide two fingers right in and she gasps into my mouth.
I slide another finger back into her ass. She’s leaning back and holding onto me, barely on the counter.
When we both need to breathe, I let her go and press her down onto the counter. Her legs and ass are hanging down, wide open for me.
I grab her legs and wrap them around me. Taking myself in hand, I rub my head around her lips, getting myself amply wet.
“Oh, for fuck’s sake!” Georgia begs, both of her hands raking through her luscious blonde hair. “Please just give it to… ah! Ah! YES!” She cries as I drive hard into her twat, pounding the shit out of her.
I can’t believe the sight in front of me; my cock sliding in and out of her shaved peach, her tits jiggling with every thrust.
“Oh my God, Andy! Fuck are you big!” she calls, blowing my ego sky high as I destroy her pussy.
Georgia braces herself on her elbows and watches me slide in and out of her repeatedly. Her head falls back occasionally as she chants. “Oh fuck! Andy! Andy! Goddamn, that cock!” I love every moment of dominating her.
Eventually, I need to change the game. Remembering all the work I did on her ass, I can’t let that go to waste.
I pull out of Burgen, and she immediately complains about the lack of cock in her. But I act fast. Pulling her off the counter, I spin her around. I push her down onto the warm but sweat-covered countertop. She spreads her legs apart and I slowly work my way into her tightest hole.
She moans lowly, gritting her white teeth and grabbing the lip of the counter. “Oh shit! Oh shit!” She cries out as I work my way in until balls tap her thigh.
I gently pull back out, right to the tip before working my way back in. Her sphincter starts to loosen as she gets used to my length and girth.
“You feel so fucking big back there. Oh my God!” Georgia mewls as I start to move at a faster pace. She starts humping back into me, her building sweat making it easy for her to slide back and forth on the counter.
I smack her plump ass with every other thrust, starting to leave a mark there. It should be gone by morning, I think.
She squeals with each spank, and she can’t see the devilish smile on my face as I pound her hole as hard as I can.
I bend over her, humping her senseless like a dog. I nibble on her sides and lick and suck on her back as she starts to lose her sense. Her fingernails dig into my thighs.
Finally, my balls have had too much, and I’m moments from losing everything inside me. I pull out of her again. But this time I push her down onto her knees and press her into the cupboard.
I grab her hair in my hand and jam my cock straight down her throat. Mercilessly, I skull fuck her senseless. Her nails bite into my ass this time as I force her to deepthroat me.
Georgia gags and leaks spit all over me as I wreck her pretty face.
I’m not down her throat long before I pull out of her one last time and blast my load all over her spit coated face.
Tears rolling down her rounded cheeks. I jerk myself hard until I’m completely out of ammo. She starts to slide down the cupboard towards the floor, but I pick her up in my arms and carry her to bed. My still-erect penis just brushes her ass.
I lay her down on my bed and take a second to drink in the sweat covered goddess. Some drops of water from the shower still cling to her sun-kissed skin.
She’s breathing heavily and cursing lightly. My semen is still on her face.
I take a tissue from beside my bed and gently dab her clean. I can tell she’s out for the night, and I satisfy myself by licking her body free of any shower drops.
“You’re so rough,” she whispers, her hands in her hair again, “but I’ll never forget it. I’ll have to tell the team to steer clear of you.”
Freezing for a moment, I swallow hard. “Georgia, did… did I hurt you? Was there a sign to stop, or did you tell me to at some point?”
I’m seriously terrified I might have hurt this fabulous woman.
“No. Not at all. I liked it. A lot. You’re just a lot for anyone without a rough kink.” She lets out a giggle, and I feel a whole lot better.
“Luckily,” she continues, “I have a hell of a rough kink.”