“The way you lookin’ so good in the cotton dress, there’s just no tellin’ what I’ll do next, but one thing’s for sure and it’ll sure be fun, stay away from my trigger, I’m a loaded gun…”


July in Montreal was like heaven on earth. Not too hot, not too cold, and just metropolitan enough to have a good nightlife, while also being close enough to nature to have adventures. Although with as good as the clubs and bars were, it was hard to focus on nature in the mornings after having spent a long night out. And another long night was in order as Marie and Jess pranced into Bourgeois. The mix somewhere between bar and club was busy as it had been all night. Previously the two had spent the last couple hours in a club down the street, and when they had gotten bored with it, they wandered on.

Already tipsy, they stumbled to the bar, leaning against it for support, and immediately got the attention of the bartender. He asked for their IDs because they looked young, which was valid because they were both only nineteen. And that was just one of the perks of being out of America; lower drinking ages.

Marie Thatcher had spent her life on the east coast, feeling the confines of Connecticut and New York. Her mother spent most of her time at their house in New Haven, while her dad stayed in a loft in the Upper East Side. The distance eventually caused a bitter and angry separation, which after Marie headed to Boston for college, turned into a bitter and angry divorce.

And Marie’s roommate, Jess, was pretty much up for anything. She was born and raised in San Diego, and the two had met freshman year of college. Now they were practically inseparable, and spending the summer parading through the Canadian provinces.

“Look… those guys are eyeing us,” Jess nodded her head down the bar. A group of three stood in a semi-triangle, trying to subtly look at the obviously foreign girls. “Let’s go,”

Marie grabbed Jess’ arm, holding her in place as the bartender handed each of them a martini. “What happened to playing hard to get?”

“What happened was that we had mind-blowing sex with some French Canadians a few nights ago, and before that, crazy head-pounding sex with some guys in Alberta. If you haven’t noticed, I’m trying to sleep my way through Canada.” Jess looked back at the boys, swaying side to side to catch their attention, “I want the short one,”

“Of course you do,” Marie rolled her eyes and followed behind her friend. Of course the short one wasn’t that short, but the other two guys he was with were just much taller.

“Hey guys,” Jess smirked as she stood between the short one and the curly haired one.

Marie stood between the curly haired one, and the other tall guy, whose hair was longer on top than it was on the sides and was swept to the left. All three looked down at the girls and smiled.

“I’m Jess… that’s Marie,”

“I’m Charlie,” the curly haired one spoke. “That’s Marco,” he pointed to the other tall guy, “and that’s Jason,” he pointed to the short one Jess had her eyes on.

“Are you guys from around here?” Marie spoke softly and then lifted her glass to sip on her martini.

“He is,” Jason spoke up, motioning his head towards Marco, “we’re visiting him. You two from out of town?”

“I’m from San Diego,” Jess leaned into Jason slightly.

“No way, I’m from Newport Beach,” he responded giddily.

And from there, they were pretty much enthralled with each other. Marie was happy for her friend that she could pretty much land any guy she wanted. Although Marie never really had an issue with it either, she liked to believe she was a little pickier than Jess. Suddenly Marie returned her attention to the two boys she was left with, focusing back on Charlie as he was now asking where she was from.

“Uh, New Haven… Connecticut. But now we both live in Boston; we go to BU.” Marie reached forward and set her now empty glass on the bar. With her motion, came a new sense of dizziness, and she fell into Marco, who set his beer down and held onto her elbow until she could regain her balance.

“Holy shit, I went there too. Left in 2012 though,” Charlie smirked and sipped his beer. With a quick flick of his hand, he had ordered another martini for Marie. “What year are you?”

“Sophomore. We’re both nineteen,”

As she took the second martini in her hand, she heard Marco chuckle, followed up by a quick statement that she was just a baby like Charlie. With a growing sense of uneasiness, Marie turned to the side to find Jess, seeing she and Jason were still deep in conversation, but closer to each other now than before.

“Well it was nice meeting you,” she murmured and forced herself to leave their side. Something in her told her to run, so she trusted the instinct and moved further down the bar. Glancing back, Charlie and Marco had picked up their own conversation as Jess and Jason had begun making out.

“Hey pretty girl,”

Marie looked back in front of her as a new man stood next to her. He had light stubble across his cheeks, and an attractive, sly look in his eyes that had her gulping down her drink. The pounding in her head and the spinning of the room told her she had hit her limit. She leaned into the man’s arms, partially to appear sexy, but mostly so she wouldn’t fall over. “Hi baby,”

“Your ass looks great in that dress… makes me want to do awful things to it,” he leaned in and pressed his lips to her neck, spinning her around gently so that she could feel the bulge in his pants pressing against her ass.

“Why don’t you?” she smirked and flashed her eyes down the bar, where Marco and Charlie were speaking to each other, but their eyes were focused on her. “Get me out of here?”

The man smiled and tugged on her arm, leading her out of the bar. They stood at the sidewalk for a moment before a cab pulled up and she stumbled into the back seat.

“Hey buddy,”

Marie moaned and looked up as the man that was supposed to take her home, was now turned around.

“Qui etes-vous?” He asked in French. From the three years of French she’d taken in high school, she knew the man had asked, “Who are you?”

“Son frère.” Her brother.

With the other voice sounding familiar, Marie blinked her eyes rapidly trying to get some form of focus on them. It was then she saw Marco, standing with his hands shoved into his pockets.

“She told me to take her home,” the man tried to reason. In all reality, he wasn’t lying, but Marie could barely see straight, let alone formulate a sentence.

“So now you take directions from a drunk girl?” Marco snapped, “get out of here.” The man took off and Marco approached the open door, taking Marie’s clutch in his hand and dug through it. All the while, the cab driver sat stunned. “Queen Elizabeth Hotel,”

“Monsieur!” The driver called out before Marco could shut the door. “I can’t take her like this. She’s passed out.”

Marco sucked in a deep breath and bent down to push Marie further into the cab before taking the seat next to her, and pulling the door shut so the taxi could take off down the street. With the way she was groaning, it was a relief that the hotel was only a few blocks away.

When the cab stopped, Marco pulled out his wallet, paid the driver, and hauled Marie out of the backseat. She stumbled on the way out, forcing Marco to hold her weight up. After he realized they weren’t going to get anywhere fast by walking, he lifted her up and flung her over his shoulder, holding down the end of her dress so she wouldn’t flash anyone.

He approached the concierge desk, where the woman who stood there looked on with fear. “I don’t know which room she’s in. First name, Marie. Last name…” he looked at her license which he found in her clutch. “Thatcher,” Marco set the ID down on the counter and turned around, patting Marie’s ass gently. “Hey, lift your head,”

Marie did as she was told, although her eyes were closed. After a moment, the concierge murmured, “room 1229.”

Marco smiled cordially and walked towards the elevator, pressing the button as Marie began to wiggle on his shoulder. Once inside with the doors closed, he hit the button for the twelfth floor.

“Put me down!” Marie groaned, hitting Marco’s ass in rebellion.

“You’re drunk. We have a saying in Italian, hai voluto la bicicletta? Allora, pedala! It means you wanted a bike, now pedal. Which in your case means you chose this path, now you must suffer the consequences… I’m not putting you down.”

Even though she put up a fight, Marco stuck to his word and carried her down the long hallway until he approached room 1229. He slipped the key into the lock and pushed the door open in one fluid motion. The suite was well kept, which he hadn’t been expecting, since the girl slung over his shoulder seemed to not be.

He bent over and laid her down on the bed, reaching for her feet in order to pull off her sky-high heels, which easily added four inches to her overall height. As she began to moan and writhe on the duvet, Marco forced himself to remember that she was only nineteen, and despite every urge in his body telling him it was alright, that she was still just a teenager. Not that he was too much older. He had only turned twenty-four in February, but still, a teenager.

“I want you,”

Marco set Marie’s shoes on the floor beside the bed as she groaned for him. He shot his eyes to hers and smiled, “no you don’t. You’re wasted and only think you do.”

Marie wriggled her tight dress up her hips and then planted her feet into the mattress, spreading her legs apart, “I want you inside me.” When Marco averted his eyes, she sat up and clutched onto either side of his neck.

He held onto her wrists, trying to pull them away gently. “You’re practically unconscious. It’d be assault…”

“Then assault me,” she interrupted, “abuse me.”

“You don’t mean that,” he mumbled, forcing her hands off of his neck so that he could stand.

Relentlessly, she reached for his slacks and undid the button and zipper, slipping her hand into his pants, “let me suck on your penis.”

He reached down and grabbed onto her wrists, pushing her back on the bed as he hovered on top of her, his body straddling hers, “stop… Marie, stop!” Eventually she stopped resisting and Marco let go of her wrists, sitting back on his knees to readjust his pants while he still straddled her. “Get some sleep,”

He got off of her, and turned to walk towards the door. Marie called after him, “you ruined my night! If you had no intention of having sex with me, why’d you scare off that other guy?! He was gonna fuck me!” She was yelling at the top of her lungs, despite it causing her to go lightheaded.

Marco turned back quickly. “I don’t have to answer to you. And I don’t care if you don’t appreciate what I did for you tonight. But for whenever you realize you want to thank me, you’re welcome.” He turned and left the suite quickly.

Marie flopped back onto the bed, flinging her arm across her eyes. Of course a random local would ruin her night. She hoped that wherever Jess was, she was having a good night with Jason. At least one of them would get laid. She thought about staying up and waiting for Jess to come back so she could hear all about her night. But only a couple minutes after she had thought of that idea, Marie was passed out in bed.

Notes

"Loaded Gun" by Tyler Hilton.

I hope you all like this new story! it's also being posted on mibba.

As always the bold are lyrics from the title song.