Dark Desires: Dark Erotic Tales by Jet M

Author:Jet, M [Jet, M]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: Headtrip Productions
Published: 2014-10-18T16:00:00+00:00

The End

Matteo Sorrention pauses in his race around the bar, to take a look around and marvel at all the people pouring in the door. He's hardly stood still since four in the afternoon; busy preparing the place for a hopping Friday night crowd. Even now, at nine, he's still incredibly busy making sure everything's running smoothly before he goes on stage with his band. Matteo's wife Morreen is manning the bar while his band plays. He glances toward the front where she is busy mixing drinks. She smiles politely at a patron whose enthusiasm far exceeds Morreen's. Matteo grimaces, wishing she would liven up, worrying that things will disintegrate while he's on stage with her in charge. As if sensing him watching, Morreen's pretty green eyes shift in his direction and catch his frown. She frowns as well, and he recovers by brandishing upon her a vibrant smile. But she does not smile back. She returns her attention to the bar, her face sadly drawn.

Matteo sighs and takes off again. The band is already on stage and has kicked up the first song. He takes a long legged graceful leap and lands on stage. Grabbing the mic, Matteo begins to belt out the first notes of a driving country song in his low, gravelly voice. Bodies begin to gyrate on the dance floor and as always, Matteo has the audience captivated.

***

"What's that lead singer drinking, do you know?" a girl asks Morreen Sorrention at the bar. Morreen glances back at the stage. Matteo grooves under the colorful stage lights. He wears crisp blue jeans that ride low on his hips and are boot cut, accommodating his pristine black cowboy boots. His white button down shirt is rolled at the sleeves and even from here she can see the flames of his tattoos creeping down his forearms. The several top buttons are undone and a becoming crop of chest hair peaks out. The cut lines of his face are accented with a slight shadow of stubble move fluidly as he sings. As always the sound of Matteo's voice sends a shiver through her.

She turns her eyes back to the tramp standing before her with her heavily made up face and mane of long blonde hair. Though it is February, the girl wears tight cigarette pants and a barely there form fitting halter top that exposes her midriff and nearly everything else. Despite the thick scent of cigarette smoke and spilled beer, Morreen smells the girl's oppressive perfume. Though the girl looks slutty, she is gorgeous. Morreen is no slouch herself, but lately she hasn't felt she measures up to these pretty young things anymore.

"Yeah, I know what he drinks, he's my husband," Morreen says with not attempt to conceal her contempt toward the girl.

The girl's eyes snap to Morreen and she gives her a snide smile with her ruby red lips. "Yeah? Well what's he drink?"

"Jack and Coke." Morreen replies sharply.

The girl titters, obviously enjoying Morreen's display of jealousy. "OK,"

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