F-U-C-K-I-N-G

It was the usual day.  A boring fucking day in the office and  decided to party for the night.  She figured after a day like the one she'd just had she deserved a good night out.   The day was filled with the usual put downs, said of course in a joking manner, but she knew how they really meant them all.  Well, tonight would be different.  Tonight for once she'd be on the prowl, so to speak. Tonight she'd be in control.  Tonight she'd do whatever she wanted, wherever, and with whomever. 

She left her house about 11:00 p.m. and headed to a local dance club.  She smiled as she sashayed past the bouncer at the door.  She knew she looked damn good in her black leather skirt and black spike heels.  Her blouse was low cut and her bra was push up.  She may not have a college degree but she had all that she needed.  Walking up to the bar she recognized the bartender, but ignored it as she ordered a drink.  He laughed, "Dressed to kill and ordering a diet coke?" 

Jacqueline glared at him, "I think, Randy, you get paid to pour and not make observations."

She could tell he was shocked at her tone.  He didn't answer her and poured her the drink, then waited on the next customer when she said, "How much do I owe you?"

He looked back at her but didn't answer her, turned his back toward her, and walked away.  She thought to herself, fine, another male asshole who can make comments but not handle any.

Well, she had a mission and started to look over the men.  Then she looked over them again.  One more pass over of the men standing at the bar or sitting at the tables made her sigh.  She listened to the music while sipping on her soda.  When she heard the straw make a slurping sound she realized her glass was empty.  As she looked up another drink was placed in front of her, "Here, Jacky, this one has a lemon in it for the obvious wild side of you." 

She smirked and answered, "You wouldn't know any side of me."  She turned her back on him and watched the couples dancing.  An hour had passed and she still didn't see anyone worth her time for conversation much less to fuck for the night.  She heard the bar stool being pulled out next to her and turned to see who had sat down  next to her.  Her next comment was, "Aren't you on the wrong side of the bar?"

"Actually, no, I was filling in as a favor until the bartender arrived.  What exactly are you doing here, or is that part of your proprietary projects at work?"

She looked him over and answered, "I'm here to fuck - is that non proprietary enough for an answer?"

He held up his hands, "Whoa!  are you going to kill the man first, during or after?  And, yes that answer almost just about says it all."

She smirked, "Well, what part of the word, f-u-c-k,  didn't you understand so it doesn't almost say it all but I can make it clear for you?"

He grinned, "You left off exactly whom it is you're going to fuck."

She looked around the room, "Anyone I feel like fucking.  Maybe even someone I don't feel like fucking.  Why do you have a problem with that or something?"

"So, let me understand this.  You're here in a bar drinking a diet coke with a wild lemon in it trying to decide who you're going to pick out to fuck.  But, then it doesn't have to be someone you even like, just someone to fuck?"

She kept looking around the room, "Yeah, exactly.  With all that logic I'm surprised you aren't a Vice President at the company."

"Well, I like to logic things to a workable conclusion.  So, any old person will do tonight as long as you get to fuck?"

She finally turned to him, "YES.  It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure this out.  I'm going to just fuck anyone.  Got it?"

Standing up he held out his hand, "Well, let's get to it then, right?"

She looked at him like he was nuts, "What the fuck are you talking about!"

He smirked and answered, "Fucking.  What part of, f-u-c-k, don't you understand?"

She still looked at him like he was nuts, "You?  I'm suppose to fuck you?  You work somewhere at the same company -  you aren't in my building but I know you work somewhere, I've seen you in the company cafeteria!"

He baited her, "Oh I see, you really lied, it isn't just anyone whether you know them or not.  I guess you're using your secret proprietary parameters that you've added on for the night.  From what I've heard about you this kind of fits in - even with a wild lemon in a diet soda.  Wow, Ms. Jackie out for a hot night but can't figure out her own parameter rules!"

She almost vaulted off the bar stool, "Fine, bucko, let's fuck.  My place?  Your place?  The car or sidewalk, I personally don't give a damn tonight!"

He looked at her stance with her hands on her hips and answered, "My place.  I'll write down the address and directions.  It's only about a 20 minute drive.  I rather we take separate cars so I don't have to drive you back for yours.  Deal?"

She grabbed the paper out of his hand, walked out of the bar and drove to the address.  She was surprised when she pulled up in front of a fairly large house and he was already opening the door to the house. Walking up in back of him she said, "I'm surprised you beat me here since I left first.  You must drive fast."   He walked in, turned on the lights and said, "No, I gave you the directions for the long route and I took the shorter one.  Come on in.  Want a diet soda or should we head to the bedroom?  Oh, wait, I meant the fuckroom."

Ignoring his remark she answered, "What's one more fuck in one more room.  Just let's get to it."

He was surprised when they actually were in the bedroom that she stripped off her clothes faster then he did and she got onto the bed without any preamble or questions.  His cock was hard but  not quite sure how to start without any kissing or touching and stood for a moment by the bed.

He heard her say, "Well, are you going to do it mentally or are you going to get to what we're here for."

He climbed between her thighs and said, "That does it.  You want a fuck?  Well as would say then bucko get ready for one."  Without another word he grabbed her legs placing them over his shoulders and moved over her pushing her legs back to her chest.

Not looking into her eyes and not being sure she was wet he said, "I don't feel like wasting time."  With that he spit on his fingers and rubbed it between the soft folds of her pussy.  He was surprised she was already wet but he was more surprised that he suddenly wanted to ram into her without any type of the foreplay he usually used.  Positioning himself he pushed his rock hard cock into her - waited - then, looking into her eyes shoved himself all the way in.  Without pausing he filled her, then pumped harder and faster in and out of her.  He wasn't sure she was enjoying it until he heard her whisper that it felt good.  He looked into her eyes and said, "It feels good to me, too. It will feel better when we come."   He grinned when he heard her whisper, "I think on my end it will be in a moment!"  He felt her arch as much as she was able to with her legs over his shoulders and he began to fuck her faster, plunging his cock till he couldn't fit anymore into her body.  Over and over he felt his balls slapping against her flesh as his cock pounded into her.  Finally, he heard her whimper and where she was holding onto him her nails dug into his skin.  He groaned and as he felt her pussy clench on his cock he felt his body pump come into her.  He thought it went on forever as he drained his cock into her and he felt her pulling him tighter to her.  Finally, he moved so her legs were off his shoulders and she rolled to her side.  He moved tight to her back and put his arm over her pulling her back against him.   He didn't say anything for a long time not knowing what to say and not wanting to say the wrong thing now that their fuck was done.

Finally, she turned over and looked at him and said in a low voice, "Thanks."

He wasn't sure why he felt mad but answered, "Hey, no problem."

He heard her voice harden, but read a different message in her eyes as she answered, "Yeah, what's one more fuck to either of us."