Pobrecito...

I don't know why I bother. Hijo de puta, they all come around here for the "DD" as they call them. Jesus, there are others of us up on that stage. Nobody seems to give a shit. But, boss says we come back here and chill, so here I am. I don't have to like it, though.

Look, there's another one. She's looking around like she's lost. I'l bet my left cojone that she's looking for Richie. She looks like she's a Dark Side girl. Dammit, she's hot, too. Fuck this, I'm outta here.

Tico got up from where he had thrown himself to the couch, and ripped off his tie. He was jamming it into his pocket as he made his way past the beautiful woman. He was shaking his head as he shouldered his way past her. She was petite, small even next to his own height. Her black hair swung down to her waist in a dark curtain, and her hazel eyes sparkled in the dim light. They were fringed with thick, rich lashes and her lips were full and pouty. Tico shook his head again as he passed.

The woman put a delicate hand on his arm as he passed. "Leaving already?" she asked him in a husky voice that left him thinking of stolen kisses in dark corners.

"Yeah," he replied distractedly, "this isn't fun anymore."

She pouted prettily. "Too bad," she said, and turned away, her shoulders drooping.

Tico watched her walk away. He looked in admiration at the way the short black dress she wore clung to her curves. He stared in amazement at the three inch heels the woman wore. She must really be tiny. His pulse kicked up a notch.

What the hell just happened? Was she really looking for me? Or is that just a line?

Tico watched as she settled in at the bar, and ordered a margarita. She sipped at it, looking around the room, and settling her eyes on him. She turned away, and said something to the bartender, who nodded and walked away. Tico saw Richie notice the woman, and make his way over. "Mierde," he said. Women couldn't seem to resist Richie or Jon.

He watched in amazement as Richie said something to the woman, and all he got was a tired smile and a shrug. Richie looked at her like she was crazy, and said something else to her. It must have been the wrong thing because the woman turned her back on him and got off her stool. Richie put his hand on the woman's arm, and she gave him a look that would have crumbled less secure men. Richie shrugged and walked away.

The woman looked at Tico and toasted him with her glass before getting back on her stool.

Holy shit! If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have belevied it. She turned him down flat. I'm not gonna let him forget that. She did give me that look. Maybe I should go and talk to her.

"Hello," Tico said to her, leaning an elbow on the bar. "Everything alright over here?"

"It is now," she said shyly. She turned to Tico and held out her hand. "I'm Marissa," she said.

Tico took her hand and pressed a gallant kiss on her knuckles. "It is a pleasure to meet you, querida," he said, not releasing her.

"Likewise," Marissa said. "I thought you were leaving?" she asked.

"I changed my mind," Tico said. "Or, should I say, you changed my mind."

Marissa laughed softly. "I'm glad," she said. "I was hoping you would stay. I was hoping to meet you." She was blushing prettily, and combing her hair back from her face with the hand that Tico wasn't holding.

Tico drew her back to the corner where he had flung himself earlier. Marissa settled in next to him, and they got acquainted. From the corner of his eye, he saw Richie looking at them. It was petty, but he felt some measure of satisfaction that this beautiful creature preferred his company.

After a long while, they noticed there were very few people left in the room. Marissa said it first. "Well, I guess the evening is just about over, yes?"

"It doesn't have to be," Tico said, before he could stop himself. He watched as Marissa's hazel eyes changed color, deepening to the color of jade.

"What did you have in mind?" she asked him, her small, pink tongue darting out to daintily lick her lips.

By way of answer, Tico leaned in slowly and touched his lips to hers. At the brief contact, Marissa sighed, encouraging Tico to deepen the kiss. He lifted a hand to the side of her head, and threaded his fingers into her hair. It felt like silk, and he could feel himself getting hard. As he traced Marissa's lips with his tongue, he shifted on the couch, trying to shift things around, and Marissa chuckled low in her chest, making his pants tighter.

"Querida, I think you know exactly what I have in mind," Tico said, breaking the kiss.

Marissa laughed. "I surely do." She dropped a kiss on his cheek. "And I surely would," she said.

Tico stood and pulled Marissa up from the couch, wrapped his arms around her and kissed her thoroughly. When they came up for air, they noticed that they were alone. With a question in his dark eyes, he put his hands on Marissa's shoulders. Not breaking eye contact, she turned so her back, and the dress' zipper, was facing Tico. With a hard swallow, he started to ease down the zipper, exposing her spine. He kissed his way from neck to waist as he lowered the fastener -- she wasn't wearing a bra. When he got to her waist, he peeled the dress from her shoulders, letting it pool to her feet. She stood there in a g-string, garter belt, and stockings, and those high-heeled shoes.

A noise at the door had Marissa squeaking and hiding behind Tico. T quickly slipped off his jacket and passed it behind him for her to take as Richie strode into the room, cell phone stuck to his ear. He stopped when he saw the commotion in the back corner, and with a knowing smile, backed out of the room.

Tico turned to Marissa. "Sorry about that --" before he could finish, Marissa latched onto him and kissed him like there was no tomorrow. He could feel her heart racing, and her skin was beautifully flushed. Tico groaned and pulled her up hard against him, grinding into her. Marissa fumbled with his belt and unfastened his pants, reaching in to grab him, and squeezed him gently. Tico moaned and his head dropped back for a moment before locking his gaze on Marissa's. He pulled roughly on her g-string, snapping the delicate threads that held it together. Tico slid a hand into her curls, growling when he felt her liquid heat.

Marissa grabbed onto Tico's shoulders with both hands her legs shaking. He backed her up until the backs of her thighs hit the couch, and she was forced to sit. Tico sank to his knees in front of her, and kissed her neck tenderly, trailing kisses down the side of her neck, over her collarbone, and onto one breast. He gently swirled his tongue around her peak and suckled it, making Marissa gasp. He kissed his way across her narrow chest to the other peak, laving it until it too stood at attention. While his mouth was gently torturing her breasts, his hands were busy working her pussy, one massaging her clit while fingers on the other slid in and out of her slowly.

Marissa's head was thrashing back and forth, and her breath was coming in great gulps. Tico kissed his way down over her flat stomach, and blew gently on her heated woman's flesh. Marissa arched from the couch, Tico's name on her lips. He just smiled and worked his way down her, letting his tongue replace his thrusting fingers. He tongue-fucked her until he felt her tensing around him, then he latched onto her clit and sucked roughly. Marissa screamed and tried to leap from the couch, but couldn't move because Tico was pinning her to the couch. When the tremors stopped, Tico stood and removed his pants. Marissa turned on the couch so she was reclining down its length. He climbed up in between her shaking thighs, and eased into her. She was still convulsing a little, and those tremors nearly sent him over the edge. Instead, he gritted his teeth, and waited until Marissa started to relax, then he moved slowly over her. She reached up to unbutton his shirt, but couldn't reach the higher buttons. Tico helped her out by levering up on his knees, tearing open the shirt, and dropping his hands back down alongside her head in one fluid motion.

Marissa played her hands over his tight, tanned skin, savoring the rough feel of the hair under her fingertips. Her clever fingers found his nipples, and rolled them as he started moving faster. Marissa linked her ankles around Tico's back as he stroked harder into her; their bodies slapping together noisily. She grabbed fistsful of his shirt and pulled him down on top of her, savoring his weight on her, and kissing him deeply. She broke the kiss only to moan that she was coming again, and Tico drove harder into her until he too went over the edge, shouting her name.

They managed with some difficulty and much giggling to shift positions so that Marissa was laying on top of him. When their heartbeats returned to normal, Tico kissed her temple gently. "I'm glad I stayed," he said, stroking her arm lazily.

"Me too," Marissa said, kissing his chest.