This is a little piece I wrote with one of the characters from White Line by @youlightmeupfinn (A fanfic of a fanfic!)
I just felt like Alec could use a little lovin', and this is set about two months before he makes his appearance in White Line. You don't need to have read it to understand what's happening here, but you really should because it is AMAZING! I did put the link above so skedaddle over there and enjoy the awesomeness that is my friend.
Just a warning, there is some smut in here, and mentions of one of the horrors of working in food service or retail or any job that has a public restroom.
It was just one of those days where Murphy’s Law was being proven left and right. Phone charger got chewed through by the dog in the night so the alarm didn’t go off, wake up already half an hour late to work and get stuck in traffic for another hour. This of course made the boss lady so happy, another half hour before I was finally sent out to the front where I would be playing hostess today instead of my usual serving gig. This was so I wouldn’t be ‘rewarded’ with tips.
After a nasty lunch rush where I was yelled at by 4 tables for not seating them fast enough, and 3 of the servers for not putting enough people in their section when they wanted them, I was relieved by the afternoon hostess and sent to clean the bathrooms. This was a job that was feared by any who have worked in food service or retail… or really in any place that had a public restroom. For once the women’s bathroom wasn’t too bad, just the usual mystery wet spots on the floor. Then I went into the men’s bathroom…
I had taken care of the handicap stall and pushed open the door to the center stall, my stomach immediately threatening to send up the coffee I had inhaled earlier. “Why…” I whined, looking at the paint job some ‘kind’ patron had left. Just above the toilet was a brown circle, a large smile drawn with a finger and… I gagged when I saw the eyes were pieces of corn.
“Everything alright, darling?”
Whirling around, I saw a man with a perfect jawline, kind large brown eyes, and perfectly styled brown hair. His suit was perfectly tailored and most definitely expensive. When I didn’t immediately respond it took two strides for his long legs to bring him to my side.
“It’s nothing. I’ll just close this up and get out of your way.” I gasped practically slamming the stall door closed and twisting the lock.
I didn’t wait for a response, just ran out of there like my pants were on fire. After thoroughly washing my hands and informing my manager of the shitty situation in the mens room I was told to just go home since there was only 3 minutes of my shift left anyway.
Unfortunately, I didn’t see the handsome man from the bathroom on my walk to my busted old Honda, which was probably for the best as I had pulled my shoulder length hair from its ponytail and with the help of some humidity was looking very much like a lion with a bad hair day.
Once I had taken Ernie, my lab/pit mix, out to use the bathroom I flung myself onto my couch and fired up Disney+. It was time to let Lilo and Stitch chase my blues away.
I had just added the cheese to my noodles when I heard the lock on my front door click. I had all of two seconds to wonder who was here before the whirling dervish, also known as my best friend Ginny, pranced in with out bothering to close the door behind her.
“Kaaaaaaaaaacie! Hop in the shower you sexy bitch, we’re going OUT tonight.” She sang looking around until she spotted me in the kitchen. “Put down the mac n’ cheese Sloane, I’ll wrap it while you get cleaned up.”
“I’m hungry, this is the first thing I will be eating today, Ginny.” I whined trying to hold it away from her despite her longer arms and height.
“We don’t have time for you to eat, you eat a granola bar and drink your dinner at that new club, Cameo, that just opened a month ago downtown.” She argued, easily pulling the bowl from my hands.
“Have you fallen and hit your head recently Gin? We are poor and from what I heard that place is-“
“Jared just got a job there and he’s working the door tonight. Called me and said he wanted to see me so he’d let the two of us in for free.” She grinned.
I wasn’t as into the whole club scene, but it made Ginny happy and honestly, as long as she was around I was guaranteed to have a good time. With her charm and good looks she was typically able to dupe some poor soul into supplying out drinks all night. Thinking he was going to get lucky with my smokin’ hot BFF, he had no problem supplying her fat friend with a few drinks as well. Of course, we would both suddenly have to go to the bathroom and then we were gone.
“This place better be worth all the hype.” I grumbled making my way into the bathroom and showering quickly. When I emerged from the steam a few minutes later it was to see Ginny sitting in front of my body length mirror touching up her makeup, already dressed in a flashy purple dress. Sitting on my bed, laid out nicely was a deep blue strapless and form fitting number. The same dress Ginny had gotten me for my birthday that I intended to never wear.
“Get your hair dry and while I style it you can do your makeup.” Ginny ordered not bothering to look up at me.
“Why is that thing out of my closet?” I asked, glaring at the offending garment. “Because I know you don’t have some crazy thought about making me squeeze my fat ass in that thing.” She shot me a dirty look when I used the ‘F’ word in relation to myself. “Gin, we talked about this. It is a beautiful dress and I will wear it around the house for your eyes only, but I just don’t think that is the kind of dress a size 20 should be wearing.”
“You will put that dress on, or so help me Kace, I will bring Brittany instead.” She threatened.
“You wouldn’t dare.” I gasped glaring at her. When she didn’t say anything, I took my towel off and snapped it at her. “She slept with Greg, while we were together. We swore that hag was dead to us.”
“Fine, that was mean and I’m sorry. But Kacie I just want to see you out on the dance floor in this dress. Just once before I die.” She pouted.
I tried to stay strong, not let her talk me into it, but her puppy eyes were irresistible.
“I feel like a busted can of biscuits with a wedgie.” I complained as we approached the front door of Cameo. “Ah! Watch the hair you heathen!” I cried when she smacked me upside my head.
Jared chuckled at us, having heard most if not all of the interaction. “The Terrible Two have arrived.” He joked, pulling us in for a bear hug. “Head on in ladies, but first; gimme those keys G.”
After passing her keys to our DD for the night, we entered the loud club. As usual, Ginny stayed with me just long enough to set up home base at a table near the wall, setting her wallet next to mine before disappearing onto the dance floor.
I watched Ginny make her way around the dance floor, gauging who would be her target for tonight. That was when I saw him again, the man from the bathroom.
Apparently, Ginny had seen him too as she danced up to him and after whispering something in his ear, she was turned around with her ass pressed tightly against his groin. Despite not knowing anything about the man, other than how his voice was like sex for my ears, I felt a burst of jealousy.
It wasn’t the first time I’d felt such things toward my friend, she was a short, skinny redhead with a fireball personality and was able to flirt and dance her way into the hearts of any man she so desired… unless he was gay. Even then she easily made friends with them, Jared being the proof of that.
“Kay! This is Alec, he’s in town on business and has kindly offered to buy us a round.” Ginny’s voice snapped me out of my little self-pity party.
My eyes met his warm brown gaze and my breath caught in my throat. “Hi.” I squeaked, grimacing at the look Ginny then shot me. She knew…
“Would you mind keeping Kacie company while I order our drinks?” She asked, sprinting off before Alec could answer her.
“Quite the ball of energy.” He laughed coming around the table and taking a seat next to me. “As she said, I’m Alec.” He said offering his hand.
“Kacie.” I murmured shyly, taking his hand I was surprised when he brought it to his lips and placed a soft kiss on my wrist. This thong was ruined now…
“It’s a pleasure to formally meet you. I do hope you were not forced to take care of the artwork from this afternoon.” So he did recognize me.
“Nope. My shift was practically over, so happily, that was tasked to someone else.” I told him, hoping my cheeks weren’t as red as I feared.
Holy shit he has a nice smile. “Why weren’t you out there on the dance floor?” He asked, leaning closer to me so I could hear him over the music.
“I don’t dance, my body is not capable of moving in a way that doesn’t resemble a seizure when I try.”
Alec threw his head back and laughed loudly, yup this thong was a goner. “So your friend is the bait, and you’re the prize?”
I looked down at my hands and pursed my lips. “She’s the bait AND the prize, you don’t have to butter me up. I’m not her keeper, she makes her own decisions on who she sleeps with.” I snapped, probably a bit too harshly but this wasn’t the first time some guy had tried to flirt his way into my good graces, thinking Ginny would want my permission to fuck him.
“That’s not what I meant at all, darling.” He sounded confused and placed his hand on my thigh. “Please look at me.” I shook my head, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing my tears of frustration and humiliation.
With a sigh his hand disappeared and he stood up. Thinking he was either leaving or putting space between us, I was shocked when my chair moved and he appeared in front of me, kneeling. “I don’t know who made you think otherwise, but believe me when I say I would rather have you pressed against me. Not to discredit your friend, but I do believe you have much more to offer.”
And then his hand was back on my thigh, his eyes clearly asking for permission. Shocked I could only nod slightly, and then his fingers trailed up my leg, slipping under the short dress with ease. The first stroke over my underwear had me spreading my legs just a little wider for easier access. As he moved the fabric aside he placed a soft kiss to the inside of my other thigh, smiling when he discovered just how wet I already was.
“Is this all for me, sweet girl?” He cooed, circling my clit a few times.
My breathing faltered and I let out a low moan as one, and then two of his fingers found my entrance and slid in. All thought was lost as he began moving his fingers inside of me, almost immediately finding that one sweet spot that would have me howling if I wasn’t careful. Then he was on his feet, leaning over me to hide what he was doing to me. “Do you feel just what you’re doing to me?” He asked, bringing my hand to the rock hard monster his pants held back.
I whined and ran my fingers along his length longingly. Would it really be so bad if I just let him have his way with me in the bathroom of the club? Hell I would probably even be alright if he just took me right here.
Then his fingers were gone. “Wha-?” I whined, watching him lick the wetness from his fingers. Then I saw why he had stopped, Ginny was coming toward us carrying three shots.
“This one is on me, so take your shot and then get outta here. You, mister, better treat her right or I’m coming for ya.” Ginny threatened handing a glass to each of us. “Once your on ‘er, stay on ‘er.” She shouted, before we threw our shots back.
As I grabbed my wallet, Ginny took my wrist and gave it a gentle squeeze and a look of pride then snatched up her own wallet and disappeared back onto the dance floor.
Inspired by 19th century Japanese Ukiyo-e woodcuts, (Lazzell) carved (her) designs onto a single block, rather than multiple blocks in the western printmaking tradition, and inked each section with a different color. The small grooves between each segment create the distinctive white lines of these woodcuts. Bror J. O. Nordfeldt, also a member of the Provincetown Printers, developed the technique, but Lazzell is considered the master of the white-line woodcut. — Swann Galleries
