Addicted to Your Touch (FREE)

~Imogen~ “Be careful tonight Immy.” My roommate Jessta says to me as I grab my black clutch. He says the same thing every time I go out. “I have my gun.” I say nonchalantly. “What about your knife?” He raises his brow. “I can’t fit it.” I pout. I am wearing a light pink shape hugging dress, that falls just above my knees. The v in the front meets 4 inches below my breasts. I can’t wear a bra with this dress tonight, therefore, no knife. But I’m looking to get f****d long and hard by a horny bastard. This should do the trick. “I’ve got these guns too!” I flex my arms, one up and one down like in the body builder contests. Jessta laughs at me. I stick my tongue out at him. He grabs it from the air and slaps his own ass. “Call me If you need me.” He says as he turns away to his room. Jessta is the best big brother anyone could ask for. He is an only child and took me in at 17, making him my chosen brother. “I never have.” I say as I leave the house. I hop in the backseat of the Uber. The driver pulls out of my drive way and heads towards the bar. Throughout the ride the driver keeps checking me out in the rear view every few minutes. My raven black mid back length hair is pinned away from my face. I am also wearing a long silver pendant that dangles in-between my breasts. Focal point, my cleavage. I kept my make up light, just a little bit of nude eye make up, my white and clear blue eyes are muted tonight. On my lips I have a light pink lipstick to match my dress. The black close toed stilettos on my feet finish the look. Half way through I blow the driver a kiss. His face turns bright red then he looks at the road the rest of the drive. I smile and laugh to myself. My look says it all, I want to get f****d. I love attention from men, but sometimes they need to be put in their place. He drops me off in front of the bar. The bar is hosting a boxing match outside tonight, Alan vs. Dale, two locals. Filling the bar with testosterone laden horny men, just what I need. With my VIP ticket in hand the bouncer waves me through. I frequent the bars and clubs here, most of the bouncers know me by name. I have even f****d a few. I get around and I love it. The feel of a new man each night keeps satisfied. It would get old and boring fast if I had the same guy more than once. I am the only female in the VIP section. There are only about 10 percent females watching the fight tonight. It’s a live only event. I’ve known Dale for a few years now, he has become a good friend of mine. He is tall, big, and all muscle. Dale is in his late twenties, he will be 30 in a few months. His eyes are blue, skin is dark olive, and his buzzed hair is a light brown. He has a strong angular face, with a very prominent brow. A very handsome caveman. I met him at my first amateur fight when I was 18. He won and I was wet as a whistle for him. I had every intention of getting in his bed. But Dale was interested in a slim blonde male. Instead, I helped him snag the blonde. Dale hooked me up with his opponent, they were buddy’s and roommates. He took his frustration out on me, hmm did I love it. This fight, I am secretly routing for both. I like to route for the underdog, but Dale is a friend. Alan is much less experienced than Dale. Alan has an iron fist, he knows how to knock out. Dale knows how to block well and has been in the industry for a few years. It maybe be a stale fight or a very eventful one. Alan is young in his early twenties, 24 at most. He is tall and muscular, a full set of chiseled abs, huge biceps, and a strong chest covered in hair. Since he started a few months ago he has increased his muscle mass. His eyes are a light green complimented by his dark brown hair and light olive skin. I’ve been eyeing him for a while, but I have kept my distance. His soft kind eyes tell me he is one that falls deep. I don’t mess with that kind. I want to play, but I don’t want to hurt anyone either. Derrick is the VIP server tonight, he is the best this bar has. He gives me a smile when he walks into our section. “Your regular Gen, a rusty nail?” He asks. “Yes please.” I flash him a smile of my own. Scotch is my favorite, smooth and strong. My name is Imogen (IM-uh-jen), my friends call me Immy, and the rest call me Gen. Whenever I go out I introduce myself as Gen, it was my nickname growing up. Jessta gave me Immy at 16, and it has stuck ever since and only my closest friends call me Immy. The announcer comes out and into the center of the ring. “Tonight’s heavyweight boxing match between Alan and Dale. There will be 5 rounds, 3 minutes each, and 1 minute rest. Time to welcome the fighters.” Alan starts to walk in. “First up is Alan Ricket. He started his fighting career 6 months ago. He has won 8 of 8 matches. Tonight is his first official heavyweight match.” The crowd, not including myself, claps politely as he enters the ring and stands next to the announcer. I whistle a few times. The anxiety is rolling off him in waves. After 30 seconds or so Dale starts to come out. The crowd starts to cheer loudly before the announcer can introduce him. I laugh as I join, at his first fight he barely got a clap. I stand and chant his name, soon the whole crowd is chanting with me. He gets in the ring, and dances around, then finally stands in the center on the other side of the announcer. Dale has a huge smile on his face. After a minute the crowd dies down. “I didn’t even need to introduce him.” He laughs. “Boxers shake hands.” They shake and both murmur a good luck before stepping back a foot. Derrick comes back with my drink. “Keep them coming. I don’t want an empty drink.” I tell him. I want to be drunk tonight, oh boy does it take so much to get me drunk. The announcer puts his hand in the center then raises as he says begin. He jumps out of the ring. The boxers start dancing around each other. The first round is boring and long. Alan takes a few swings, nothing lands because Dale moves out of the way effortlessly. Why is Dale so nervous? He always hits in the first round, not even one yet… In the second round Alan’s left fist collides with Dale’s jaw. Dales stumbles back a bit. Alan steps back allowing him to recover. Why didn’t he keep going! Right before the buzzer Alan connects with the same side again. In their corners Alan has a coy smile on his face, he stays fixated on Dale. Dale is looking around the crowd. Trying to gauge them. Why? His manager fixes him up. The third round is similar, but Alan gets in three left hooks this time. Right before the buzzer I get up and storm towards the ring. One of the bouncers try to stop me but I give him the death stare, the other bouncer tells him to let me through. I get to the ring right as Dale’s sits in his corner. I reach inside the ring and grab his leg. “Immy, don’t look at me like that.” He says defeated. “He is going to win because you won’t hit him… What the hell are you doing?” I scold him. He shakes his head. “What have you noticed about him?” I continue. “I don’t know. He’s got a killer hook man.” He rubs his already bruised jaw. “Anything else?” I give him an expectant look and my brow is raised. “No. What?” He looks to his manager. “Ugh, I should have your job. Your just an idiot.” I say to his manager with my hands on my hips. “He only hits with his left and only your jaw. No higher, no lower. He only protects his left side, leaving his right exposed. He’s already loosing stamina. Just pummel his ass and get it over with. No being scared Dale.” The buzzer start to goes off and I leave. Dale is still checking him out when I get back to my seat. Finally after another left hook he realizes what I said is true. With one minute left he starts to punch him with both fists all over his head and upper torso furiously focusing mainly on his unprotected right side. Alan can’t stop him. He won’t. He doesn’t know how to. He’s inexperienced. The buzzer breaks Dale’s focus. Derrick comes by with another drink. “The gentleman in section D bought you a drink.” I look over and a curly blonde and robust man lifts his drink to me. I take it from Derrick and raise the drink to him with a bashful smile. I have seen him before many times, he usually leaves the bar with a blonde woman. Target number one. I have been with men of all different sizes, heights, weights, races. I am picky about his personality, the man can’t be a complete douche or asshole, and we agree that it is only about s*x. Anything else I don’t care about. Turning back to the match, Dale is no longer nervous and his manager is gone. Alan has a couple bruises forming and a bloody nose. When the final round buzzer starts Dale immediately rains punches on Alan for 45 seconds. Dale steps back Alan lifts his head and Dale punches him square in the jaw. Alan stumbles back and falls to the ground on his back. He is dazed and can’t get up. The announcer counts to 10 and announces Dale as the winner raising his hand. The crowd goes wild cheering for him. I stand whistling and fist pumping for Dale. Alan is now sitting up and being tended to by the medical staff. When it calms down the announcer starts to interview Dale. After a few questions he asks “Was that beautiful woman your wife?” “No, a long time friend.” He winks my way. “I might just hire her as my manager though, she’s the one who pointed out what I should do.” After the interview I head inside the bar. The place is packed tonight. Derrick leads me to the table reserved for the fighters. I sit in the center with my drink. Alan comes in first. When his soft and light green eyes meet mine I sense his heartbeat quicken. He swallows and sits down a couple seats away. He has cleaned up and put a shirt on, his face has a few cuts and bruises Derrick comes by giving me another drink and taking away my empty one. Alan orders a beer. “Alan, how was your first heavyweight match?” I break the silence. His head turns to me. “I feel like I’ve been hit by a train.” He shakes his head and sighs. “Dale is a train alright.” He visibly relaxes and puts his arm around the chair next to him. Dale enters and the bar goes crazy. Alan watches him with envy. “You’ll get there. You’re still new. Dale’s been doing this longer than you’ve been training.” I encourage him. “First one I’ve lost.” He hangs his head. “Yeah, but those losses make us stronger.” “Yes they do.” Dale’s deep voice rings next to me. I get up and hug him. He smiles down at me then kisses me on the cheek. “Immy thank you. I would not have won without you. I fired Mickey he should have caught it.” Dale looks behind me and steps around shaking Alan’s hand. “How you feel man? Hope not too bad.” “I could run a mile.” They both laugh. Both men take a seat beside me. A few people come up to congratulate Dale. An older grayed haired man came by and started giving Alan s**t. He sat there calmly saying nothing sipping his beer. It fired me up. “You-you-you twerp, I bet on you.” he says leaning over the table to him. “Lost my whole months pay, I can’t pay rent now be-be-be-because you.” The alcohol on his breath was strong. “You’re not going anywhere. You’re career is over.” I stood up defensive. “Old man you’re the dumb ass that bet your whole months wages when you can’t afford it. Maybe you deserve to be put on the streets. Get your wrinkly ass out of here NOW before I kick your ass.” He stumbles back and leaves. I sit back in my seat all fired up. I take a long wig of my drink. A man comes up and greets Dale. He sits down next to him. “You didn’t have to do that.” Alan says softly. I’m thinking he’s a big teddy bear. He’s rubbing his ring finger, I notice a faint tan line where a ring used to be. A pang of sadness rubs through me for him. I am right about him, but f**k I want him. “He was out of line. And a dumb ass.” I smile at him, his eyes lock on mine and I familiar musky scent comes from him. He’s aroused. He swallows and turns his attention away from me. “He wants us.” A little voice rings in my head, I ignore it. I need them stronger. Derrick comes up with my new drink and Alan’s beer. Derrick fumbles a bit when he puts down our drinks. He’s sending side glances to Dale. Oooh! He likes Dale. He’s not the f**k em and leave em type though… what does Dale want? Dale never notices. I roll my eyes. I give Derrick a big smile. He blushes and looks down. Before he slips away I nudge Dale, “What are you drinking tonight?” He looks at Derrick, slowly checks him out. “Snake bite.” He smiles at Derrick. Derrick blushes again and nods turning away. “Dale, do you want a lifetime partner yet? Or still messing around?” I ask as innocently as I can with a bashful smile. “What about you? Are you still with a different man every night?” “Of course I am. I wouldn’t have it any other way.” I bite my full bottom lip and smile. He shakes his head then narrows his eyes at me. “Who do you want to set me up with?” “That depends on what you want my friend.” Someone always asks him when we hang out the answer is always the same “Just want to have some fun.” He sighs and rubs his chin. “I don’t know, the different guy every night thing is getting boring.” “Oh.” Alan says. I put my hand on Alan’s leg and shake it. My way of saying keep it shut. His heart rate picks up again. I decide to keep my hand there. Dale shrugs. “I haven’t been with anyone in a while.” He confesses to me. Good I will set him up with Derrick. He goes back to his conversation with the guy next to him. I turn my attention to Alan. “Where are your friend’s?” “Not here tonight. They don’t come to my fights.” He takes a drink of his beer. “Not really your friend’s then.” “What makes you say that?” He looks are me confused. “Your friend’s are supposed to support you. Supporting you means going to your fights.” I lean back in my chair and my hand slides up resting on his upper thigh. He looks at me, his face with a half smile on it. “I guess I don’t have any friends then. They’ve never supported me unless it’s what they do. Same with my family.” He takes a long drink of his beer this time. “No significant other either?” I probe. “No.” He says shaking his head keeping his eyes locked on mine. “Gen!” A man’s voice breaks our staring contest. Looking away from Alan, I find a regular has joined us. He is now sitting next to Alan. “Brucey!” He slaps Alan on the shoulder. “Good fight! I enjoyed watching you, until… well… ya know.” “Thanks. I guess.” Alan gives him a half confused sad look. “Brucey your so charming.” I tease him. “Thanks!” He says excited. Alan laughs knowing he didn’t get my jest. “So, Gen, what did you tell Dale to make him kick his ass? If you hadn’t gone up there Dale would have lost. He wasn’t doing anything.” He sips his drink and Alan’s face drops. I shake my head at him and squeeze Alan’s leg. “Brucey-” I start to say but Alan cuts me off. “I’d like to know too.” His voice a little shaky. I look him in the eye ignoring Brucey. “OK I yelled at him for being a pussycat.” He laughed a little. “Dale was going to let you win. Even though I was routing for you, I couldn’t let Dale give up either. He said you have a killer left hook.” He smiled at that. “You were routing for me?” “Yes, I have seen all of your fights.” “Oh.” He blushes just barely enough for most to notice. But my eye sight is better than others, even in this low light I can see him clearly. “I told him that you only hit in the jaw with your left.” I continue. “And only protect your left side. Then I told him to pummel your ass and get it over with.” “You noticed that?” A shocked look is on his face. “Yes, and in the lower weights it works because you are pretty strong, but in heavyweight your punch hurts but it doesn’t knock them out. With more practice you’ll get that punch in the heavyweight. Plus you’ll protect yourself better.” I smile at him. “And get a better trainer, they should teach you how to punch more than the one you know.” “I train myself. I can’t afford one. This fight was going to help fund one.” “Well, there are a few that do pro bono or if you win a fight take a percentage.” I say with a big smile. “Damn Gen had no idea you liked fighting.” Brucey says. “Yes. I’ve done some training with Dale.” I say leaning forward a bit to look at Bruce. My breasts are barely touching Alan’s arm. I hear his breath hitch. I smile and look up at Alan through my lashes. Biting the corner of my lip I move my hand to Alan’s inner thigh. He shifts a bit uncomfortably and swallows. I lean back removing my hand. Alan finishes off his beer that is half full. I chuckle inwardly. I must be too forward for him. “Give him some time.” The voice says again. Derrick returns with our drinks. “When is your break?” I ask him. “In like 25 minutes.” He says looking at his watch. “Good I’ll find you then.” “O K” he says slowly and confused. I just smile back. “You going to f**k him?” Brucey blurts out when he walks away. “No Brucey, set him up with a friend. I have my eyes on someone else tonight.” I look at Alan. His green eyes widen. “Oh who’s that?” Brucey loves gossip. But he also has no game, and is oblivious. “Please excuse me I need to use the ladies room.” I say getting up. The ladies room has a line out the door, about 15 girls deep. After 20 minutes of holding it I finally get to use the toilet. I didn’t want to leave for so long, but my bladder couldn’t wait. I should of gone out back. When I leave the bathroom I shake my head, the line to the ladies room has disappeared. Go figure. Not paying attention I run into someone. Strong hands grab my elbows firmly so that I don’t fall over in my heels. I look up into Alan’s soft eyes. My panties flood with excitement, he and I are the only ones in the hallway. His eyes tell me he is fighting himself. My eyes lock on his as I bite my lip and swallow. He bends down smashing his lips onto mine. ******** Thank you for reading! What do you think of Immy so far? I made a few grammatical updates :)