Fire

~Evan~

Dusk dawned, Harbour Lights Barbados comes to life. Everywhere I look, all sizes, age and shapes of people crowd the nightlife of this beautiful city, mingling together for one reason – to enjoy the fire – the excitement of seeing something different, something new.

It was easy to get lost in a place where no one really knows who I am. And who I was or who I want to be. For these people around me, chattering, dancing, drinking and getting lost in conversations with their companions, I’m just another tourist lost in the magnificent city of Bridgetown.

The frost feel of this beer bottle in my hands was the exact opposite of the warm breeze coming from Carlisle Bay. This bottle kept me company while I rejected every girl that came up to me with an invitation to their hotel room.

A taut black Pyro dancer was spluttering paraffin from his mouth, directed to the fire at the end of his torch. The action made a huge flame burst for a few seconds. He repeated the trick together with a few graceful movements of twirling his baton that had the people gasping in awe. Two girls wearing skimpy bikini tops and short shorts holding Fire Poi danced behind him. They spun, they twirled the ball of fire in chains while the guy continued to excite the crowd with his fire breathing skills.

The band behind them wearing colorful Hawaiian outfits kept playing each instrument on their hands. Hooting, whistling and applause for the main act continued to rain.

The bar where I sat since the show began is getting eventful and congested. I didn’t mind being in the sea of tourists and strangers. In fact, I enjoyed being lost where no one knows who I am, what I want and what I need. I don’t matter and I liked it.

“Hey, there,” a girl’s high-pitched voice sounded the same time the taut performer made a bow. One girl holding the Fire Poi grabbed the bonnet that was surely filled with tips from the audience – the fruit of that dangerous act.

Glancing at the girl who holds a glass of martini in her hand, her eyes flutter fast as if she would faint any second now.

“Hey,” I responded dryly, tilting the beer bottle to my lips.

“I’ve been watching you all night,” she was coming on me and that’s a fucking turn off. She is… hm, alright. I like the teardrop shape of her boobs under her white skimpy top, though. No bra, that’s a plus, but I didn’t like the shade of her scarlet hair. It was too light for my taste. A doctor clearly enhanced her lips to get that pout she’s biting on right now.

I don’t mind women spending money on their beauty. For a long time, I enjoyed devouring a girl’s body without a care in the world, but I’m looking for something new… I’m tired of playing around.

Just the thought of that made me cringe. I wonder if my best friend Devin would even believe this idea that came into my head.

“I’m not the performer,” I smirked, “you’re looking at the wrong show, kitten.”

My words should be an insult to her, but it surprised me when she reached for my bare biceps. Her purple painted fingernails drawing lines that are supposed to get me aroused. Adding to her petty act, her brown eyes looked up to my own with pure lust and hunger.

“I can be your pussycat,” she blatantly mumbled in what she might have thought would sound sexy.

The thought disgusted me… a bit.

Lies.

She will do, for now.

I like her boobs and again, the no bra courage was a plus.

The band that backed up the Pyro performer earlier is now playing a popular upbeat song that made a few tourists gather in the center stage. They danced in pairs, some danced alone, and that’s when I saw her… one girl caught my eyes that made me do a double-take on the crowd – on her.

It’s not the way she moves gracefully, in fact she stood out because she was dancing like she’s dancing inside her bathroom. Extending up her hands, bending by her elbows to reach the back of her head, she fisted her blond hair up, giving every man looking at her direction an excellent view of the columns of her neck. Tilting her head to the side, she let go of her hair and swayed her hips from side to side. After letting her hair cascaded down again, her hands rested above her legs, her fingers catching the edge of her red dress. She lifted it enough until she allowed us to see a view of her toned legs before letting the fabric fall. Her hands hiked higher and higher to her hips, giving another whip of her sway. Tracing the curves of her waist up to the underside of her breast, she bit her lips until her hands were back up behind her neck.

I’ll be damned.

I never stared at any blond chick the same way I stared at her.

The thought made a chuckle escape my lips.

To add to that, the sway of her hips was barely catching up with the tune of Luis Fonsi’s song.

Her eyes shut, and from the distance between the bar and the dancefloor, I can see the beads of sweat dampening her creamy skin. Locks of her ash blonde hair hugged her sweaty neck, but she didn’t seem to mind. She was lost in her own world, that’s what’s drawing the attention to her even if she can’t fucking dance. The red dress she has on enhanced her perfect figure that every man’s eyes were focused on her – not for her dancing abilities – but because of the beautiful sight that she is.

I completely neglected the redhead until she stood in front of me, blocking my sight of the blond on the dance floor.

“So? What do you say? Dinner in my hotel room?” the redhead asked in a sultry tone. She stood in the middle of my open legs, the martini she was holding earlier gone from her hands. She blatantly traced my legs over my jeans.

The left strap of her spaghetti dress rolled down her arms, which made her chest spill out of her skin tight top.

“Nah…” I finished the remaining content of my beer. “I’m going to pass on your offer for tonight, kitten.” Reaching for the fallen strap of her dress, she stared at me with bewilderment in her brown eyes. Allowing my fingers not to stay in contact with her skin, I lifted the tiny string back to where it should be. “I’m not hungry at all.”

Her mouth hung open for a second, gaping at me. It didn’t take long before her lips pressed together on a thin line, her lust-filled brown eyes instantly morphed with disbelief and rage.

Huffing, she swatted my hands away from her arms and stomped away like a child being denied cookies. My cookies, apparently.

The sight of her retreating figure made me shake my head. Remembering the blond chick on the dance floor, I gazed back at the swaying crowd, but she was not there anymore.

Scanning the populated center stage, I can’t find her anymore.

I sighed, this is not my night.

After paying for the drinks I had, I left a good tip for the bartender and headed on my way. Tucking my hands in my jeans pocket, I made a beeline out of the jam-packed event and breathed out as soon as I got into the streets.

I phished out the keys of Devin’s Land Rover, which he loaned me, and went to the parking lot.

The night was still young. As I stood in front of Devin’s car, I slipped the keys into my pocket, deciding to take a good walk on the beach.

Doing just that, I took dawdling paces to my destination. It’s not crowded and loud, but a few people were doing the same thing I planned on doing. Taking time, taking a break and just enjoying the time I have in my hands.

As I stood on the sand under the silver sheen of the full moon, the waters kissing the edge of my boots made me feel as if I am part of this beautiful place.

“Do you have a smoke,” a tired sounding voice of a girl resonated close to me. Ignoring the intruder of my personal space, I kept my gaze on the wide dusk in front of me. “Are you deaf?” the girl mumbled in an annoyed tone.

I huffed and decided to just ignore her. As I turned my back on her to leave, I heard her mumble, “Assolutamente fantastico. Culo sexy ma uno stronzo.” (Absolutely fantastic. Sexy ass but an asshole..)

Her words actually made me chuckle loudly. “Questo culo ha un sapore ancora migliore.” (This ass tastes even better)

Turning to face this girl who just complimented me and insulted me in one sentence, her features held me frozen. The girl in the red dress stood before me. A beautiful mess of ash blonde hair cascades on her shoulder, the warm breeze sweeping a few locks across her face, but she doesn’t seem to mind.

The gentle light of the moon gave me a view of her pouty lip, pink and full. The well carved nose enhances the round shape of her jaws and her eyes shine like pairs of emeralds, drowning me in their depths.

She was holding high-heeled sandals in her left hand. While I shamelessly gawk at the body - the one I was lusting over earlier on the dance floor - I notice her shifting of weights with her bare feet. As her sole dug in the sand, I took in the sight of her legs. The mouthwatering sight that she flaunted perfectly while swaying her hips in that annoying familiar tune.

“I need a smoke,” she slurred. And all the while I thought it was her confidence that made her dance the way she did. She was clearly drunk. Too drunk to insult a stranger like me and ask for a cigarette.

“I don’t smoke,” well, at least I stopped.

“Oh,” she pulled her lower lips between her teeth. My nails dug deep against my palm, watching her bite onto her pouty lips.

Tucking my hands inside my pocket, I breathed out the fire that was building in my lower region. “You’re drunk.” I state calmly. “Where are you staying?”

I have no plans of taking advantage of her. I don’t even know why I care if she gets to her hotel room safely.

“Like I would tell you,” she giggled. The sound is so joyful and carefree, I want to hear it again.

“Let me drive you there,” I mumbled, the concern spewing out of my mouth on instinct.

“Awee,” slowly, she made her advance towards me. Each stride she did was shaky, and I was ready to catch her if she falls, which didn’t happen. She was barely a foot smaller than me. The intensity of her eyes made me want to shrink down. “Are you one of those men?”

She wasn’t even touching me, but I could feel the fire radiating from her body.

“Those men?” I asked, she nodded her pretty little head in response.

“Those men that act chivalrous, make a girl fall only to leave them when they get what they want…” this time, she reached for the collar of my polo shirt. The gentle graze of her right hand on my skin made me want to flinch back. The zap of her touch electrified a thousand volts of desire that I haven’t felt in quite a while. “And when you’re done, you’ll…” she seemed to be lost in thoughts, searching for the right words. “You’ll…” she bent her head and a gagging sound followed.

I felt it then, the warm liquid that came out of her mouth that damped my shirt. The smell made me want to gag as well.

“Fucking perfect.”

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AN

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