Grasping At Impossible
Chapter 2:

Talking to Sookie, I found that she was a remarkable woman. She worked as a photographer for one of the most widely circulated travel magazines. She didn't seem like the type of woman. By observing her from across the room, she seemed to be an ordinary woman; someone that would be easy to get in bed, but I could tell she would require work. I wasn't going to complain, I liked the challenge. It was rare that an opportunity would walk into my bar. The last one I really enjoyed was over four years ago, and she turned out to be fun in the sack for a while. I even kept her around for a few weeks until I tired of her. But Sookie, she seemed somewhat different. I couldn't place what it was that was different about her, but I was determined to find out. One thing I knew it wasn't, were her toned, voluptuous curves. Those were calling to me no matter what came out of her mouth at the present. I wanted to bury my face between those succulent breasts that were screaming to be released from her dress. Every breath she took, I could see them rise and fall slightly. She had me hypnotized for sure, and I doubted she even noticed it.




"...my boss said I needed to get this camera..." she continued on, and I nodded my head to show interest, but at the time, wasn't listening to a word she said. All I could think of at the moment was watching her ride my cock as I spanked her ass, wondering if she liked it rough. I hadn't noticed she had stopped talking until I looked up from the body part I was fixed on. "Did you hear anything I said or were you too busy staring at my breasts?"



I laughed out loud, and her face contorted into anger. "I was admiring you, yes. But I heard you. You needed a new camera..."



"Yes, well, after that Eric. What did I say?" she asked, and I was at a loss. Really, why did the girl need to speak? I wanted something from her and it wasn't a conversation.



"I am not sure, you want to tell me again? Perhaps in my office where we have more privacy?" I gestured towards the hallway that led to my office, and was silently chanting to her mind 'say yes, say yes, say yes' hoping somehow she would get the message and come with me.



"I am fine where I am, but thank you. My friend will be wondering where I went to if I disappear into your office," she answered simply and I shook my head. She was so innocent, looking at me with those blue eyes. I wondered what she would look like bent over my desk, screaming my name out. Yes, she would be the best asset I could display in my office. I would have to ask her to bring her camera...



"What are you smiling so wickedly about?" she asked, and I had forgotten about her being so close to me, and her face now had a crease above her eyebrows. I found myself wanting to reach out and smooth it out to bring back the wrinkle free face I was growing fond of staring at. Where the fuck did that come from?



"Oh nothing. I wouldn't mind telling you about it...in my office," I said, leaning closer to her. She started to move closer to me also, and I was starting to scream victory when I heard a voice directed towards me.



"And you are?" I heard someone ask from beside me, and noticed it was the other girl that came with her in the bar. She was beautiful as well, but nothing like Sookie. Her outfit was unlike her friends' for sure. She liked the darker colors but she was still a looker. She had blond hair and blue eyes, though her curves were thinner and not as filled out. Not at all like the woman sitting next to me at the moment. I liked my woman with a little meat on them, something to hold onto when I am fucking the shit out of them.



"I am Eric Northman."



"Good to meet you," she said and didn't look happy. I couldn't understand what the hell was wrong with her, but she made her point quick. "You are in my seat."



Ahh, so I had taken her seat. I wondered if she would like to come with Sookie and I into my office. I wasn't one to break up a party, as long as I am allowed to join. "I own this bar, so all seats are mine."



"I see..." she replied looking over at her friend. There was some sort of silent exchange going on, about something I obviously missed the point on. She smiled at Sookie and turned back to me. "My name is Pam, and my friend isn't interested in your advances. So I think you should go back to your booth and allow us to enjoy our drinks, otherwise we will leave."



For a small thing she was terribly annoying. This woman was infuriating, and I found myself instantly attached to her. For once, I didn't want to fuck a woman. I wanted to be friends with her. The way she spoke to me was as though she knew me for years, and I liked her immediately. I moved away from the seat but I wasn't ready to leave Sookie alone, not by a long shot. I wanted to be close to her, and touch her. Pam took her seat on the stool, and I had to bite my tongue when she sort of waved her hand in a shooing motion at me. Fucking bitch...no one had ever done that to me, and I was floored. I smiled at her and walked back over to my booth, where I watched Sookie laugh at Pam and something she said.



"Hi hot stuff." I heard the voice next to me. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw it was Jennifer, another woman I have fucked more than once. She had ample breasts and a nice ass. Something I enjoyed many times in one night. "Can I sit here?"



I was about to say yes, but shook my head when I saw Sookie and Pam walk onto the dance floor. They moved through the crowd of dancers and danced along with the music. At first they were keeping in rhythm with each other, but soon a woman came up behind Pam and pulled her against her chest. It was erotic to watch, but nothing was more interesting than Sookie. Her eyes were closed and she swayed her hips back and forth, her arms raised above her head. Her breasts moved with every dip she made with her hips, and I broke eye contact to see there were other males in the room staring at her as I was. I stood and walked slowly behind her, and placed my hand on her hip. She instantly gasped, unsure of what to do. I leaned down to her ear and whispered, "Dance with me," and felt her ass push up against my crotch. I have never been so tempted in all my life to throw someone I had just met over my shoulder like a caveman and take her into my office. I placed my hands on her hips, and moved with her to the music. Her scent was incredible and enticing as I nuzzled my face into her neck. She lifted her arms over my neck and I ran my hands up and down her sides back to her hips, trying to turn her on as much as I was at the moment. She rubbed back against me, and I heard let out a longing sigh. Yes, I have her where I want her now, I thought placing a kiss on her neck and feeling her shudder under me.



"Sooks, you about ready to go? We have stuff to do in the morning," her friend shouted over the music, and I glared in her direction, never taking my hands off Sookie. How dare this woman think she could take my toy away for the evening?



"You're right," Sookie said, and sounded relieved that she had a reason to go. I kept my hand on her waist and she wiggled a little but didn't manage to get away. "Eric," she said looking up at me, "it was really nice to meet you, but I need to go."



What the fuck happened here? One minute we were dancing close and I almost had her, and now she is leaving? Fuck, I couldn't have that. "I can take you home if you want to stay longer," I whispered in her ear and darted my tongue out to lick it. I thought the move was slick and a turn on, tasting her natural fluids on my tongue – even her sweat was sweet, I mused silently. That was until I felt her elbow me in the ribs, causing me to release my grip on her and hold on to my now hurt side.



"Who do you think you are...licking someone? I am a lady," she snapped at me. Pam walked over and grabbed her friend's hand mouthing to her, "He isn't worth it," and walked out the front door of the club. I was completely confused, and looking around the bar, it seemed that a few others who knew me were as well. This was no doubt a huge dent in my ego and reputation, being a man who has never been denied a woman he wanted. What a way to be treated in a public place, my mind added to my now angry mood. My place, to top it off.



I walked back into my office, ignoring the looks Bill was giving me from across the room. He had a smirk plastered on his face and I wasn't going to give him the chance to throw what happened in my face. I went into my office, slammed the door behind me as I entered, and took a seat in the leather chair behind my desk. Turning on the computer, I started going through invoices and tallying up the hours for payroll tomorrow. Without realizing it, I had a guest sitting across from me. He entered without knocking and that was a major spoiler in my books.



"Do you knock?" I said coldly, not bothering to look away from the computer.



"What is wrong Eric? Was your mood ruined by the blond?" he asked, amused. I looked at him and saw a damn smile on his face. I wanted to reach across and smack it off, but I composed myself.



"She is inconsequential," I said simply.



He snorted. "I am sure."



I sat back in my chair and placed my feet on the edge of my desk. "Is there something on your mind?"



"I am wondering if your ego has been brought down, even a little. She didn't want you...admit it, you are unhappy with it," he said, trying to get the confession out of me. I was put out from the whole thing, but I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of seeing me upset over it.



"I did want her," I admitted. "But why should I bother when I could have any woman out there without having to chase them down. No, she isn't worth it." Saying those words made me think of what Sookie's friend said to her before leaving. I wasn't worth it? I laughed out loud at the idea, making Bill's eyebrow shoot up in question.



"I would have thought..."



"You think too much Bill," I said, waving my hand in the air. He made a huffing noise, and I chuckled to myself. That reminded me. "How is Lorena?"



Bill smirked. "She is great. I left her at the bar to speak to you." He always gets this goofy looking grin on his face when he talks about her that makes me want to throw up. I could feel the bile rising in my throat and was getting uncomfortable.



"How nice. If you don't mind, I need to get this paperwork done," I said, dismissing him from the room. His company wasn't wanted anymore at that moment.



He stood from his chair and opened the door. Before leaving he popped his head in and said, "I bet you will still think about her, that is until you have her." With that he left the room, closing the door behind him.



I sat at my desk, my head in my hands, wondering if what he said is true. Yes, the girl was interesting, but was I really going to waste my precious time thinking about her, when she clearly didn't want anything to do with me? I highly doubted I would. I am a man that gets what he wants, and if she didn't want to be graced with my attentions, then to hell with her. I slammed my fist on the desk, causing the pens on my desk to tip out of their holder. At the same time my phone rang, and I picked it up.



"Eric here."



"Ahh, Eric. How nice of you to answer your phone for a change." I knew this voice, and I wished I had caller id at that moment. I needed to invest in it for sure now.



"Yes Victor, I am here. What can I help you with?"



"I wanted to make sure you are all set for next week. My partner and I are most interested with what you have come up with."



Of course they would be. I had to bide my time though, seeing Bill and I still hadn't decided if we wanted to go through with the whole deal. I wasn't one to do business dealings with outsiders but Bill seemed to know Felipe pretty well from college. It was Victor I didn't trust. I got a bad vibe from him, and I knew he was trouble.



"I still have to go over a few things with Bill, but we will be in touch."



"I see. Do you always need Bill's permission before making a decision?"



I fisted my free hand on my desk. If there was one thing I hated, it was being bullied around by a no name twit. If he was in my office right now I would have beat the shit out of him for his words.



"Bill is my partner in this, so yes he deserves to have a say. Does your partner know you want to do this behind his back?" I asked, throwing his words back at him.



"He is aware of my calling you for sure. I didn't mean to strike a cord with you old boy." Old boy?? "I was merely curious if we can call a meeting and get on with it."



"We will let you know if and when we decide to go along with it," I said, and hung up the phone. If he called back I was not in the mood, and might drive over to his club to let out the tension that wass now in my body. Damn Victor and damn Sookie Stackhouse. I haven't been this strung up in years. Victor made it worse by calling, but still thinking of Sookie and her ass in my crotch while we danced wasn't helping me will away the boner that was now rock hard in my pants. I needed relief and I needed it now.



I stood up, and walked out the door looking for my intended victim. I had something that needed to be handled and looked for the girl that was best at it. When I caught sight of her, I crooked my finger and she bounced off her stool towards my office. She was beautiful, with smooth curves and long brunette hair to her mid back. Her dress for the evening was black and tight, clinging to her body in all the right places. She was a fine woman for sure, but like the others, she was only there for one purpose; to please me and wait their turn for my pleasures. I saw a few other girls I had fucked at one time or another; regular patrons, and they started scowling at Barbara as she walked by them all. I stepped back from my office, and she walked in throwing her purse on the couch, expecting me to get down to business. This girl was one of my favorites for sure; she wasn't clingy like the rest and only came here for a good time. Not looking for a relationship with me, or begging me to take her out. She wanted one thing and I was all the more happy to share it with her.



I pulled her roughly to me and kissed her full lips, while running my hands over her ass. She moaned appreciatively into my mouth, and fumbled with the buttons on my shirt. I jerked her aggressively and she yelped as I pushed her up against the wall. I ran my hands over her shoulders and forced the straps down her arms, allowing her breasts to free from the fabric. Her breasts were magnificent, and I leaned my head down to take a nipple into my mouth, sucking on her soft skin. She continued to moan and jerk at the zipper of my pants, and that brought me from my current ministrations. I wanted something other than me giving right now. I needed my release first, and she was going to give it to me.



I took a step back from her and looked her over. Her skin was flushed and rosy from our kissing. Her dress was now around her hips, only covering up her bottom half. For now at least. I unzipped my pants and dropped them to my ankles, taking a seat on the couch. She eyed me hungrily as I stroked my hard erection that was standing at full salute. She looked at me, wondering what I wanted, while reaching up and cupping her breast in her hands. This woman was sexy for sure.



"Come to me," I said, and she slowly walked over to me and stood between my legs. "I want to feel your pretty mouth on my cock."



She didn't argue or protest. She kneeled in front of me, and pulled her hair back quickly with the rubber band on her wrist. Licking her lips she trailed her tongue over my shaft, and back to the head, sucking up the little wetness that had escaped so far. I reached out and took one of her breasts in my hand, massaging it roughly. She moaned as she took as much as she could into her mouth, while one hand stroked the rest and her other went to my balls. I bucked up into her mouth, and placed my free hand on her head, twisting my fingers into her hair. I groaned, and held her head still as she worked her magic with her tongue. I closed my eyes, and rested my head back against the couch, but was pulled out of my pleasure by a pair of blue eyes haunting the back of my eyelids. She was there, instead of the brunette, and I pushed up into her mouth further, and felt her relax her throat to accommodate my size. Sookie was there with my eyes closed, and from the sight of her, I could feel my desire starting to wane. The damn she-devil couldn't let me enjoy even a good blowjob. Granted, I wanted her to be the one doing this, but she left, clearly not interested. I could feel myself going soft, watching her soft blue eyes staring at me, while her head bobbed up and down. The woman was becoming more trouble, and I couldn't stop thinking about her. What the fuck was going on? Willing my erection to stay hard, I decided I needed to take control of the situation.



I didn't allow Barbara to finish her job. I pushed her up, and had her on her knees on the couch. I quickly rolled on a condom, and she grabbed for the top of the couch as I filled her completely in one stroke. She quivered under me as I took her roughly not once, but twice. She was screaming my name as she came over and over again, but all I could think about was Sookie. I closed my eyes, and pictured her blond hair wrapped in my hand, instead of the brunettes. I started to thrust harder into her and faster, and was pleased by the moans and wails coming from her. I could feel her muscles contract around my dick and I continued to slam into her. My hand clutched her hair tighter, the other on her hip, holding her in place as she rode out her orgasm. I spilled my seed inside Sookie, and screamed out her name as I came harder than I ever had. Opening my eyes, I pulled out of her, discarding the condom, and she quickly got herself dressed. I couldn't believe the woman didn't care that I screamed out another woman's name coming. It didn't seem to faze her, and I wasn't sure if she hadn't heard me right or if she wasn't paying attention, since she came multiple times from my attentions. She leaned down and kissed my cheek, thanking me for the good time as she left my office with a wink and a satisfied smile.



I wondered why every woman couldn't be as the brunette was. No strings attached was the best, but I knew Sookie wouldn't want that just from the way she presented herself tonight. I drove home, and took a hot shower, and found myself thinking of her again. Without a moments thought, my hand was over my dick coaxing it to release once more for the night. After I came once again, I cleaned off the sticky substance, and turned off the shower. Thinking about her -this was turning into a bad habit, and I needed to do something about it. I slipped under the covers, and realized the only way I would get her off my mind would be to have her. She would be a challenge, but I am always up for one. Come tomorrow, Sookie Stackhouse would be yielding to me one way or another. One way or another I would get her off my mind.