Old times.

For fucks sake. What a way to drop a bomb shell.

I roughly push her head back down. Wish she'd stop trying to talk to me. "Keep sucking. Each time you stop to talk to me, I grow limp. I don't want to hear your fucking voice. Put your mouth to use."

She begins to suck my cock again. Her fake red hair bounces in my lap. I don't remember her name. Karen, or Kelly.

She's my stress relief for now. I've just been invited to a karaoke bar. Drew called me less than an hour ago. Him and Kitty have been fucking. Or as he puts it, they've been seeing one another.

It won't work. He don't like to be dominated, and she can't give over control. Can't blame her though. It's the cards life dealt her. Natural for her to need control now.

So they invite me out. A happy third fucking wheel. Fair enough. But to a karaoke bar? Jesus. Who'd of thought either of them were into that.

Karen is making disgusting noises while she sucks me. What the fuck? Is she moaning? No wonder she can't fucking give head properly. She's too busy getting off on it.

I change our position. Leaving her on the floor, I turn her with a grip on her hair so that her back is against the sofa. Then I kneel in front of her.

Using my grip on her hair, I begin to fuck her mouth. There that's better.

I watch as she spreads her legs and shoves a hand into her knickers, starting to finger her pussy as I fuck her face.

She ain't fucking getting off on my time. I pull her wrist away and shove it towards her shoulder.

"Put your hands on your head, and don't fucking move."

She does as she's told. She knows I won't pay her if not.

I imagine looking down and seeing her hair blonde instead of red. That's all I need. I pound into her harder. I can hear her gagging. I can feel the back of her throat.

She raises her eyes to mine. Big sparkling green ones look back at me. Her eyes watering. I come. My orgasm strong.

My hot liquid spills into her throat. I stay there, deep in the tunnel until I know she's swallowed it all.

I open my eyes to see the dyed red hair and dull green eyes. It's a disappointment. Always is. She doesn't get me off aswell.

I fasten my jeans and throw the £50 down to her. Cheers Karen.

"It's kaitlyn, dick!"

"Yeah. Whatever." I let myself out. Time to go to a fucking karaoke bar. Whoopdy jesus doo.

****

Drew and Kitty are across from me. She laughs at something he said. Tipping her head back. Her eyes sparkle and glimmer. She's happy.

She looks weird though. She wears a denim skirt, a pink sparkly top and brown cowboy boots. I've only ever seen her in, pvc, latex, lace or leather. She looks so normal.

There are two girls on the stage drunkenly singing a stupid love song. Half the time, they're missing their lyrics and just cackling.

I watch Drew and Kitty as they talk. There's really no need for me to be here. But I make sure to occasionally nod, or laugh at their jokes.

Drew tries to be a gentleman by ordering kitty's drink for her. Ooooh. Wrong move dude.

I look up to see fire flame in her eyes. "I can order my own Bastard drink Drew. I am not a child, and I'm not an invalid."

With that, she gets up and storms to the bar. Drew has shock and doubt painted on his face. His expression has me stifling a laugh. "Don't say I didn't fucking warn you."

He shakes his head and watches the next singers get on the stage. I grab the lime and orange printed menu to browse through. They better have wings.

This time the girls can sing ok. I glance at them before returning my eyes to the menu. There's 5 of them up there. And they don't look like their from the same crowd.

They all wear completely different styles of clothing. As if one just got back from a wedding, ones off out clubbing, one's been walking the dog. Well at least they're not sheep.

They take turns singing a few lines or a verse each. It's when Kitty graces us with her presence again that one of their voices catch my attention. Fuck she can sing.

"I miss the bad things, the way you hate me.

I miss the screams and the way that you blame me."

I look towards the stage to find the singer. I find the woman in the small red dress. My eyes trail her body from her black heeled feet upwards. I watch the way she moves her hips to the beat of song. Her hands are in her blonde hair. Her back to me.

"I miss the late nights, I don't miss you at all."

She turns. Her mouth stretched in a smile. Nope, it's not her. She's not the one singing.

"I like the kick in the face.

The things you do to me.

I love the way that it hurts.

I don't miss you, I miss the misery."

The singer wears cropped stonewashed jeans, with white trainers. A deep blue t-shirt fits her upper body like a glove, but ends just above her belly button.

She pulls her head up, the silver hair flies out revealing her face. Her green eyes sparkle as she sees me. It's her.

"You know that I've had enough,

I dare you to call my bluff.

Can't take too much of a good thing, hey?

I'm telling you!"

Jesus fucking Christ. I listen to the words she sings. It's like she's singing to me. At me. I feel myself harden, and shuffle in my seat.

Drew shouts over the noise. Leaning over the table. "It's Christina man. Look." he points to her, like I haven't already seen her.

She continues to sing. Her voice alone turning me on. Unfortunately she also looks at me, her wide sexy eyes boring into my own. She has me captured.

"Just know that I'll make you hurt.

All the lies and the pain, what you did to me.

When you say you'll make it worse.

I'd rather fight all night, than watch the TV.

I hate that feeling inside.

You'll tell me how hard you try.

But when we're at our worst.

I miss the misery."

I watch her sing and move her body to the beat. I'm mesmerised. I can't wait til I get a hold of her.

They finish their song, giggles escaping each of them. It was fantastic, but thank God they've finished. I need to fuck her senseless. Weather it be up the wall outside, or in the bathrooms. I'll have her.

I wait for them to come back out of the little dressing room. They've kept me waiting ages. A good 45 minutes later they emerge.

One by one, four women exit the little room. She isn't with them.

She got away.

Again.

****

That was the last time I saw her. 8 months ago.

The only time, in 7 long years.

It's a long time to hold onto anger, jealousy and regret.

I still want to punish her...