Authors: Yara Greathouse
Unavoidable (9 page)
“Fine!” She says through her teeth. “You better get your ass ready, cause I’m gonna
give you a run for your money and I’m gonna kick it - your very fine ass - from here
to kingdom come.” She gets up from the table and goes to the bar.
Looking towards the bar, I see her looking at me when the bartender brings her a shot
of tequila, she smiles devilishly and winks at me, turns toward the bartender and
says something. He smiles and shakes his head yes, then he gives her his arm and looking
straight at me, without blinking, she licks the guy’s wrist – on the inside. Then
proceeds to salt the area, licks again, takes the shot in one slow swallow, and then
with his other hand, the bartender proceeds to place a wedge of lime on her mouth.
She sucks on it while he holds it in place, and I can’t take it anymore. I get up
and get ready to kick his ass. Traxx holds me by the arm, I look at him, he shakes
his head and I sit back down. That is just wrong in so many levels. Those plump lips
need to be kissing
me
and that little pink tongue needs to be licking
my
skin.
Brianna comes back to the table and leans towards me, giving me a great view of her
cleavage, being held tightly by her tank top, then she whispers next to my ear “You
are not so smug now, are you?” then she bites my lobe gently. Damn, she is hot and
sexy as hell. And just like that I was no longer mad because all that I was thinking
about was spending alone time with this girl.
Chapter 8
Colton
Showtime.
It has been about 30 minutes and several people have come through the stage singing
their little hearts out. Brianna sat back down next to me but has been giving me dirty
looks since she found out this is not my first karaoke rodeo. I tried to put my hand
on her thigh and she squeezed it so hard I thought she may break a bone, then pushed
it away. It only made me want to touch her more. It’s pure hell knowing that she is
mad at me. I just keep thinking of the reward, to finally have her all to myself.
I think about the moment we were on the dance floor, when I placed my lips on her
hot, sweet skin. When her blue-green eyes were looking at me silently asking for a
whole lot more. I find myself getting too worked up just thinking about it and it’s
almost time for my show, so I take a big gulp of my beer and try to get into the table
topic’s conversation.
Dear Lord, they are taking bets on who is going to win between Brianna and me. There
is about $100 in the pot at the center of the table. I really don’t want to rub it
in anymore, but I’d be stupid if I don’t join in.
“What’s the current bet? $20?” I throw a Jackson on the table to join the bet. That
earns me not only another dirty look from Brianna but also an eye roll.
“Yeah,” says Notso, “and when the emcee announces the contest between the two of you,
we are going to open the bet to everyone around us. It’s gonna be like a stock market
frenzy up in this bitch!” He smiles and finishes his beer.
Then the big moment comes. The emcee walks up the few steps up the stage, goes to
the center and grabs the microphone:
“Hello everyone. I have a special announcement to make. Two of the participants of
tonight’s Karaoke Showcase have decided to engage in a special bet amongst themselves.
Colton Hensley and Brianna Gilmore, please stand up!” We slowly rise up, spotlights
come to shine on us – everybody starts clapping. The guy continues, “They will perform
their best singing for you and
you
get to decide who the winner will be…” people starts to holler and whistle, “… I
guess it’s time to get started. Colton, come on up to the stage. Now, Colton is no
stranger to this stage and a lot of you may remember him as the winner of the last
five showcases we have had. It is an honor to have him here again! Give a round of
applause for this champion!”
When the emcee made the big revelation, I felt daggers in my back as I walked towards
the stage. I steal a glance back and I see Ciara making some not so very girly gestures
towards me, while Brianna is shaking her head and has her arms crossed. Oh, she is
pissed, alright. Maybe I can do something to tame her a bit when this is over. I can
certainly think about a few things that would get her, uh,
distracted
.
I get to the stage, shake the emcee’s hand and proceed to hook a wireless mic to the
guitar and another one to my shirt. The emcee walks away and I start to introduce
my song.
“This one here is for a very special girl whose blue-green eyes, dimple, and feisty
disposition has me in knots day in and day out… Brianna, I hope you like it.” Then
I nod to the DJ and the familiar notes come to life and I start playing my guitar
to “It Goes Like this” by Thomas Rhett.
As I am singing about a boy’s infatuation with this girl who makes him want to write
a song and sing, writing his name in her heart and wrapping his arms around her all
night long, I just keep looking at Brianna, hoping that her facial expression changes.
When I get through the first chorus, I see her eyes soften and a tiny, almost invisible,
hint of a smile is finally breaking through.
I decide to take a chance and while still playing and singing, I walk down off the
stage towards her. By the time I reach her and plant my boots right in front of her,
I’m steadily looking into her eyes, and when the song talks about writing my name
in her heart, I use my fingertip to draw a “C” on her chest, right where her heart
should be. She touches her chest where my finger was touching her skin, and when she
looks down to her chest, her hair falls down and covers her pretty face. I push her
hair behind her ear and sing a bit more about getting her wrapped in my arms, using
this chance to run my hand from her shoulder to her wrist and then I give her hand
a little squeeze. I finally hit pay dirt when her gorgeous smile appears along with
that sweet dimple. I pull my guitar in front of me and start playing again while I
work my way back to the stage singing the song’s last verse.
After the last chord, the crown goes wild. There is whistling, clapping, I hear some
girl screaming to go touch her heart and she’ll touch my nuts, man it’s just crazy.
The emcee comes back to the stage, promptly thanks me for another great performance
and makes Brianna’s announcement.
“Tough act to follow. But who knows, maybe our next performer has what it takes to
sway the crowd her way! Brianna is new in our circuit, In fact, she just moved to
the area a few days ago. Brianna Gilmore, front and center please!”
Brianna
I could not believe my ears when the emcee said that Colton had won several showcases
in this club. What a little weasel! I looked over at Traxx and Notso to give them
the stink eye, but they were too busy walking around soliciting bets from the people
at the tables that surround us, and then word spread, I guess, because they came back
to our table and there was a line of people waiting to get in on this deal.
I look at Ciara, she shrugs and then we both start looking at Colton perform. He dedicated
his song to me and although my game face was on and I didn’t let up one bit, I thought
it was the sweetest thing. When he began to sing, my heart melted. His voice is a
beautiful instrument, and he is so talented playing and singing at the same time without
missing a chord or a note. And, wait for it, OMG! Colton has some good moves! His
foot is tapping and his arms flex as he plays the different notes, while sometimes
nodding his head and showing many different facial expressions to emphasize what the
song is talking about. And, of course, he is shaking his ass to the beat. He looks
awesome! I could swoon right here and now, but I don’t, because I suddenly remember
that I am mad at him and don’t feel like forgiving quite yet.
The song he chose talks about a boy being infatuated with a girl, and she was his
inspiration for a new song. It has a great pace, not slow, but not too fast either,
and the melody was catchy. Then, I noticed that he’s moving away from the stage and
walking towards…
me…
Oh, crap, I’m not sure where this is going. As he passes by other tables, all the
girls try to touch him and get his attention, already treating him as if he was a
rock star. Geesh!
He finally stands in front of me and when the lyrics talk about him writing his name
on her heart, he reaches up and with the fingertip of his index finger, he draws a
big letter “C” on top of my heart. After that, he gently moves my hair behind my ear
and slides his hand from the top of my arm until he gets to my hand, firmly holding
it at first and then softly squeezing it. It dawns on me that he is actually being
somewhat
romantic
, even if it is to put on a show for the crowd. When I realize what I’m doing, it’s
too late. I’m grinning at him from ear to ear, and I can see the sense of victory
reflected in his eyes.
Dammit!
Well, it ain’t over until the fat lady sings! I am not fat, but I am a lady and I’m
getting ready to sing.
The crowd goes wild when Colton finishes and I must confess, I feel a wee bit intimidated,
but I have ingested enough liquid courage to not care too much. I get a little distracted
when I see something flying to the stage… My eyes focus on what lands at Colton’s
feet and it looks like a pair of pink panties. Shit –
It is
a freaking pair of panties! Thank goodness, Colton does not look down, and he leaves
the stage panty-less. I shudder a bit in disgust and hear the emcee making my announcement
and then calling my name.
I stand up and walking like a runway model, shaking my moneymaker, I move swiftly
towards the stage. When I pass Colton I tell him to get ready for his ass whipping,
and he laughs softly. The arrogant bastard. I climb the steps to the stage, push the
panties off the stage floor with my boots and tell the crowd that I won’t be needing
those. They laugh at my joke and it makes me feel more confident. Putting the mic
on my shirt, I say a few things inside my head to psych myself out. You know, the
usual stuff: ‘you got this’; ‘you know you are good’; ‘give them something to talk
about’ ‘no holds barred’ ‘adjust your tits’, well, I don’t really do the last one,
but it makes me smile to think about it and in turn, it relaxes me, so I always add
that one before a performance.
Time for me to address the crowd. “Hello everyone. Brianna here. I am new in town,
but certainly not new to karaoke,” Surprise Colton!
Take that biotch!
I look for him in the crowd and I notice that he is frowning and the boys are trying
to hurry up and collect their bets. I laugh a little, “Ha, ha, yes, ladies and gentlemen,
tonight we have heard a lot of people sing about a lot of things, but I think is time
to sing about GIRL POWER!!! Guys, hold on to your belt buckles, well, because this
is gonna blow you away! So get ready to clap your hands together and show me you are
enjoying the show!”
I look at the DJ, turn around to face away from the audience, and the music to “Cowboy
Casanova” by Carrie Underwood starts to play…
Colton
Hmm, yeah, I think I’m in deep shit. The song has not even started and Brianna is
already working the people in the audience. And I’ll be damned if she doesn’t look
deliciously awesome in those tight ass jeans, cowboy boots, a Guns and Roses’ tank
top, with a short and tight brown leather jacket on top, accentuating all of her assets.
She is wearing her hair loose, which is the way I like it best.
The music starts and she is facing away from the audience, then the spotlight hits
her. Matching the beat of the music, she spanks one butt check with one hand, then
the other butt cheek with her other hand, and then she spanks both butt cheeks with
both hands. Guys are woo-hooing, and whoopin’ and hollering and she has not even started
to sing. She is swaying her hips from side to side to match the music. So freakin’
sexy.
Then she starts to sing about a girl trying to convince another girl against a man
who she is obsessed with because he is a man-whore. All the while, she is dancing
to the music, like a real performer. She starts to shake her jacket off – oh, hell,
no! - shaking her shoulder moving those perfect boobs from side to side and I know,
I really, really know
, what every single guy here is thinking. There is nothing I can do to stop this.
I don’t want anyone else looking at her. My heart is pounding in my chest and I feel
the adrenaline working through my body. They better keep their hands to themselves
because I’m about to blow a gasket.
Colton
Showtime.
It has been about 30 minutes and several people have come through the stage singing
their little hearts out. Brianna sat back down next to me but has been giving me dirty
looks since she found out this is not my first karaoke rodeo. I tried to put my hand
on her thigh and she squeezed it so hard I thought she may break a bone, then pushed
it away. It only made me want to touch her more. It’s pure hell knowing that she is
mad at me. I just keep thinking of the reward, to finally have her all to myself.
I think about the moment we were on the dance floor, when I placed my lips on her
hot, sweet skin. When her blue-green eyes were looking at me silently asking for a
whole lot more. I find myself getting too worked up just thinking about it and it’s
almost time for my show, so I take a big gulp of my beer and try to get into the table
topic’s conversation.
Dear Lord, they are taking bets on who is going to win between Brianna and me. There
is about $100 in the pot at the center of the table. I really don’t want to rub it
in anymore, but I’d be stupid if I don’t join in.
“What’s the current bet? $20?” I throw a Jackson on the table to join the bet. That
earns me not only another dirty look from Brianna but also an eye roll.
“Yeah,” says Notso, “and when the emcee announces the contest between the two of you,
we are going to open the bet to everyone around us. It’s gonna be like a stock market
frenzy up in this bitch!” He smiles and finishes his beer.
Then the big moment comes. The emcee walks up the few steps up the stage, goes to
the center and grabs the microphone:
“Hello everyone. I have a special announcement to make. Two of the participants of
tonight’s Karaoke Showcase have decided to engage in a special bet amongst themselves.
Colton Hensley and Brianna Gilmore, please stand up!” We slowly rise up, spotlights
come to shine on us – everybody starts clapping. The guy continues, “They will perform
their best singing for you and
you
get to decide who the winner will be…” people starts to holler and whistle, “… I
guess it’s time to get started. Colton, come on up to the stage. Now, Colton is no
stranger to this stage and a lot of you may remember him as the winner of the last
five showcases we have had. It is an honor to have him here again! Give a round of
applause for this champion!”
When the emcee made the big revelation, I felt daggers in my back as I walked towards
the stage. I steal a glance back and I see Ciara making some not so very girly gestures
towards me, while Brianna is shaking her head and has her arms crossed. Oh, she is
pissed, alright. Maybe I can do something to tame her a bit when this is over. I can
certainly think about a few things that would get her, uh,
distracted
.
I get to the stage, shake the emcee’s hand and proceed to hook a wireless mic to the
guitar and another one to my shirt. The emcee walks away and I start to introduce
my song.
“This one here is for a very special girl whose blue-green eyes, dimple, and feisty
disposition has me in knots day in and day out… Brianna, I hope you like it.” Then
I nod to the DJ and the familiar notes come to life and I start playing my guitar
to “It Goes Like this” by Thomas Rhett.
As I am singing about a boy’s infatuation with this girl who makes him want to write
a song and sing, writing his name in her heart and wrapping his arms around her all
night long, I just keep looking at Brianna, hoping that her facial expression changes.
When I get through the first chorus, I see her eyes soften and a tiny, almost invisible,
hint of a smile is finally breaking through.
I decide to take a chance and while still playing and singing, I walk down off the
stage towards her. By the time I reach her and plant my boots right in front of her,
I’m steadily looking into her eyes, and when the song talks about writing my name
in her heart, I use my fingertip to draw a “C” on her chest, right where her heart
should be. She touches her chest where my finger was touching her skin, and when she
looks down to her chest, her hair falls down and covers her pretty face. I push her
hair behind her ear and sing a bit more about getting her wrapped in my arms, using
this chance to run my hand from her shoulder to her wrist and then I give her hand
a little squeeze. I finally hit pay dirt when her gorgeous smile appears along with
that sweet dimple. I pull my guitar in front of me and start playing again while I
work my way back to the stage singing the song’s last verse.
After the last chord, the crown goes wild. There is whistling, clapping, I hear some
girl screaming to go touch her heart and she’ll touch my nuts, man it’s just crazy.
The emcee comes back to the stage, promptly thanks me for another great performance
and makes Brianna’s announcement.
“Tough act to follow. But who knows, maybe our next performer has what it takes to
sway the crowd her way! Brianna is new in our circuit, In fact, she just moved to
the area a few days ago. Brianna Gilmore, front and center please!”
Brianna
I could not believe my ears when the emcee said that Colton had won several showcases
in this club. What a little weasel! I looked over at Traxx and Notso to give them
the stink eye, but they were too busy walking around soliciting bets from the people
at the tables that surround us, and then word spread, I guess, because they came back
to our table and there was a line of people waiting to get in on this deal.
I look at Ciara, she shrugs and then we both start looking at Colton perform. He dedicated
his song to me and although my game face was on and I didn’t let up one bit, I thought
it was the sweetest thing. When he began to sing, my heart melted. His voice is a
beautiful instrument, and he is so talented playing and singing at the same time without
missing a chord or a note. And, wait for it, OMG! Colton has some good moves! His
foot is tapping and his arms flex as he plays the different notes, while sometimes
nodding his head and showing many different facial expressions to emphasize what the
song is talking about. And, of course, he is shaking his ass to the beat. He looks
awesome! I could swoon right here and now, but I don’t, because I suddenly remember
that I am mad at him and don’t feel like forgiving quite yet.
The song he chose talks about a boy being infatuated with a girl, and she was his
inspiration for a new song. It has a great pace, not slow, but not too fast either,
and the melody was catchy. Then, I noticed that he’s moving away from the stage and
walking towards…
me…
Oh, crap, I’m not sure where this is going. As he passes by other tables, all the
girls try to touch him and get his attention, already treating him as if he was a
rock star. Geesh!
He finally stands in front of me and when the lyrics talk about him writing his name
on her heart, he reaches up and with the fingertip of his index finger, he draws a
big letter “C” on top of my heart. After that, he gently moves my hair behind my ear
and slides his hand from the top of my arm until he gets to my hand, firmly holding
it at first and then softly squeezing it. It dawns on me that he is actually being
somewhat
romantic
, even if it is to put on a show for the crowd. When I realize what I’m doing, it’s
too late. I’m grinning at him from ear to ear, and I can see the sense of victory
reflected in his eyes.
Dammit!
Well, it ain’t over until the fat lady sings! I am not fat, but I am a lady and I’m
getting ready to sing.
The crowd goes wild when Colton finishes and I must confess, I feel a wee bit intimidated,
but I have ingested enough liquid courage to not care too much. I get a little distracted
when I see something flying to the stage… My eyes focus on what lands at Colton’s
feet and it looks like a pair of pink panties. Shit –
It is
a freaking pair of panties! Thank goodness, Colton does not look down, and he leaves
the stage panty-less. I shudder a bit in disgust and hear the emcee making my announcement
and then calling my name.
I stand up and walking like a runway model, shaking my moneymaker, I move swiftly
towards the stage. When I pass Colton I tell him to get ready for his ass whipping,
and he laughs softly. The arrogant bastard. I climb the steps to the stage, push the
panties off the stage floor with my boots and tell the crowd that I won’t be needing
those. They laugh at my joke and it makes me feel more confident. Putting the mic
on my shirt, I say a few things inside my head to psych myself out. You know, the
usual stuff: ‘you got this’; ‘you know you are good’; ‘give them something to talk
about’ ‘no holds barred’ ‘adjust your tits’, well, I don’t really do the last one,
but it makes me smile to think about it and in turn, it relaxes me, so I always add
that one before a performance.
Time for me to address the crowd. “Hello everyone. Brianna here. I am new in town,
but certainly not new to karaoke,” Surprise Colton!
Take that biotch!
I look for him in the crowd and I notice that he is frowning and the boys are trying
to hurry up and collect their bets. I laugh a little, “Ha, ha, yes, ladies and gentlemen,
tonight we have heard a lot of people sing about a lot of things, but I think is time
to sing about GIRL POWER!!! Guys, hold on to your belt buckles, well, because this
is gonna blow you away! So get ready to clap your hands together and show me you are
enjoying the show!”
I look at the DJ, turn around to face away from the audience, and the music to “Cowboy
Casanova” by Carrie Underwood starts to play…
Colton
Hmm, yeah, I think I’m in deep shit. The song has not even started and Brianna is
already working the people in the audience. And I’ll be damned if she doesn’t look
deliciously awesome in those tight ass jeans, cowboy boots, a Guns and Roses’ tank
top, with a short and tight brown leather jacket on top, accentuating all of her assets.
She is wearing her hair loose, which is the way I like it best.
The music starts and she is facing away from the audience, then the spotlight hits
her. Matching the beat of the music, she spanks one butt check with one hand, then
the other butt cheek with her other hand, and then she spanks both butt cheeks with
both hands. Guys are woo-hooing, and whoopin’ and hollering and she has not even started
to sing. She is swaying her hips from side to side to match the music. So freakin’
sexy.
Then she starts to sing about a girl trying to convince another girl against a man
who she is obsessed with because he is a man-whore. All the while, she is dancing
to the music, like a real performer. She starts to shake her jacket off – oh, hell,
no! - shaking her shoulder moving those perfect boobs from side to side and I know,
I really, really know
, what every single guy here is thinking. There is nothing I can do to stop this.
I don’t want anyone else looking at her. My heart is pounding in my chest and I feel
the adrenaline working through my body. They better keep their hands to themselves
because I’m about to blow a gasket.
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