The Old Flame

"Baby, I'm about to take you home and fuck the shit out of you," Monique said, no filter as always, her hand buried in the back of Douglas's slacks, molesting his ass at the bar. She didn't care about the people viewing surreptitiously.

"Yeah, sounds good," Douglas agreed, partly truthful. She fucked like a bull, but his ass could only take so much.

"Shit, Monique?" came a deep voice unknown to Douglas.

"Jordan? The fuck you doing here?" Monique sounded quite surprised. But more than that, her tone and demeanor changed substantially. More ... demure? More submissive even.

"My cousin moved out here. Fuck, never thought I'd see you again. I missed your ass, baby." He walked over confidently and kissed her. She'd badmouthed him enough over the years that Douglas was surprised she didn't hit him. An act, he supposed.

"I missed you too, baby. One part of you, at least," she quipped.

"A mighty big part," he said, wagging his eyebrows.

"True. Sit down. I want another drink, baby," she said, her eyes fixed on Jordan's crotch.