Poe is just jealous because I get all the chicks and what he doesn’t realize is that if he wasn’t so damn sensitive about everything, he’d be able to take one of these chicks home for once.
It’s not my fault I know what I want and I know how to go about getting it. I love the game and I love to fuck, so having enough players competing for me when its time to leave means I’ll always be a winner, taking a trophy home.
Marching towards the entrance, I pull out my ID and pay my way into the club. I spy a lonely pub table with two empty seats and plant my ass in one. A server comes around and I order a whiskey sour plus a Sam Adams. As I down my liquor, I check back to the door. Those pussies I call my friends have yet to enter.
Whatever. They can take an Uber home.
I relax. The music is heavy and there are hot women everywhere. I don’t know why I’d let a couple of jerkoffs ruin my night. The whole reason we came was to get laid.
That’s the only reason I come anyway. What else are you supposed to come here for?
I look about the room and I hate to say, I’m just not feeling it. Poe has ruined my night. I’m never bringing him out with me again, even though this is the third time he’s begged me.
Perhaps I should leave?
I take a sip of my beer and spy the girl from earlier, the one with the purple dress whom I met outside. She’s at the bar, her back to me, and she already has her arm around some other guy.
I’m losing my touch. Is it age? I’m twenty-eight. She looks like she just turned twenty-one.
I turn back to the door. I’m not interested in sitting alone in a club by myself and those dorks are still nowhere to be seen.
I take another swig of my beer and figure I’d at least better finish this lager before I go, although I’m pissed I’m not getting back what I paid walking into this place.
I check the door once more and...
Fuck. Me.
Long legs. Black dress. Scooped out low-hanging neckline. Not to mention hips and tits that are begging to be nuzzled.
And the face? Cute. Really cute, and I bet it’s just as pretty without all that baked eyeshadow and cherry lipstick. Women always look more beautiful after I’ve licked all the frosting from the cake.
Why have I never seen this woman before?
I can’t keep my eyes off her, checking her out, up and down. I sense I’m not the only one. I notice a few other oglers are gritting their teeth, scratching their heads, and swiveling in their seats, trying to come up with their best line or scenario to use if they can conjure enough balls to approach her.
I run through a few of my own lines and scenarios:
I could try the passive-aggressive approach: See my friends over there? They want to know if you think I’m sexy enough for you.
Damn, I forgot my friends aren’t even here. Never mind.
I could get her riled up: You look like trash, may I take you out?
Mmm, no...she looks like she might take that literally.
I could douse her with my drink and apologize for being such a klutz and ask if I can clean her up.
Nah. She looks like the type that might freak out.
I notice a younger fucker staring at her and coming to the edge of his seat.
Darn. I need to get in there right now.
I pick up my beer with one hand. Looks like I’m going to have to improvise. Putting my other hand in my pocket, I march right up to the gorgeous girl to land straight in front of her face.
“Hi, I’m Kevin.”
Her eyes blink wide. God, her eyes are huge! I pull my hand free of my pants, which she notices and I reach out, poising my hand for a handshake.
She grabs the tips of my fingers loosely with a bashful smile. “I’m Lee.”
I grip her hand firm to shake it. “Hi, Lee.”
Lee’s eyes wander from left to right. It’s upsetting she can’t stay focused on me while I have her in my grasp.
I cock my head in an attempt to capture her gaze and the second her huge irises are in line with mine, I come onto her boldly. “If you’re looking for someone, I’m right here.”
“I’m sorry,” she says, pulling her hand away and putting the tip of her forefinger between the front of her pearly white teeth, biting down.
Jesus, I want to put my finger, among other things, against those teeth as well.
“I’m looking for my friend,” she says. “Have you seen a brunette with a red top and black skirt? She’s very beautiful. Probably the prettiest girl in here.”
Lee looks around, pulling one arm into her body with the other and she fidgets with her toes. It’s strange, she doesn’t seem as confident as the clothes, or lack thereof, she’s wearing. Not to mention, she’s just called her friend “beautiful.”
Did she not see herself in the mirror before she arrived?
“Lee, do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”
“What?” Her face, surprised, jerks in my direction.
Now, I’ve got her attention.
I repeat myself since flattery seems to be the thing she likes. “You are absolutely stunning, Lee.”
Her jaw drops slightly, her mouth opening into an ‘O.’ My prick is getting swollen just thinking about poking my tip into that glossy, cherry-colored O-hole.
I chuckle. “You’re not used to getting compliments, are you?”
“No.” She swallows before the space between her brow crinkles. “How do you know? Can you tell?”
My gaze falls down to her chest where perfectly large round breasts sit soft but plump and braless?
Oh jeez, yes! Those round tits are braless.
She wraps both forearms across her waist as if she’s uncomfortable with me looking.
“And you’re not used to wearing that kind of dress, either, are you?”
She wiggles one set of her toes as she peeps down at herself. “Is it that obvious?” Her eyes widen as she looks up to me with such embarrassment it’s almost pathetic but intriguingly beautiful. “I feel like everyone’s looking at me,” she pouts.
“Oh, everyone is definitely looking at you,” I affirm with a swig of my beer.
She scratches the back of her head and tries to pull her long smooth straight hair over her chest to cover herself. It makes me want to laugh. I’ve never seen a woman so sexy and humble at the same time.
She looks around again to see if what I’m saying is true. “Everyone?”
“Mmm, everyone,” I nod, “including me.”
She peeps back and grins with a flirty bat of her lashes.
“Listen, Lee. You fascinate me.”
“I fa-fascinate you? Is that a pick up line?” Her nose crinkles and I’m beginning to see the real person that’s underneath the false lashes and caked eyeshadow. She might be wearing the fuck-me dress but this is not the type of girl who typically comes to the take-me-home-and-fuck-me-later club.
“Yes. You fa-fa-fa-fascinate me.” I chuckle. “You don’t look like a girl who normally comes here. Tell me, what brought you here tonight?” I take another swig of my beer.
“I came to get laid. I came for sex.”
I choke. Bubbling booze gets stuck in my throat.
“Oh my gosh!” she cries out. “Are you okay?” She pats my back as I cough, bent over like a dork.
I try everything in my power to collect my wits and gain some composure.
This girl is totally throwing me off my game!
I lightly grip her forearm. “Lee,” I stand up straight. “Come with me.”
“What? Why?”
I point about the room. “I need you to look around.”
She does as I say, spinning her head.
I point out to her. “Do you see all these guys with their eyes on you?” She shrugs and I’m aghast. “There’s not a fella in here that doesn’t want to take you home, bend you over, toss you every which way, and lay his sweaty prick all over you. You might look the part, but I don’t believe for one second you’re the kind of girl who
’s into random sex. Is that really what you want?”
“Well, yeah.” Her head teeters side-to-side like she’s contemplating that’s not such a bad thing, which is completely surprising!
“Seriously?” I can’t believe it. She’s so hot. She could probably walk around the corner and guys would fall at her feet. “You came here to get laid? No tricks? No games?”
“No games. I want to get laid. That’s what I came for and Delaney said I would be able to take my pick. It’s not like I’m planning to go home with just anyone. Delaney said I’d be able to go home from the club with someone of my choosing.”
Ah! Here we go. She wants to play but she doesn’t understand the game.
“So, what kind of someone are you looking for to take you home?”
“Um...” She fidgets again, swaying as she glances repeatedly at my eyes, my high cheekbones, my pouty lips. “Someone handsome and...” Her eyes glaze over the rest of me—from my shoulders to my feet then back up to my crotch. I feel a pinch in my chest as she grins shyly. “He should be sweet and strong at the very least, but I promised Delaney I’d get her approval first.”
“Who’s Delaney?” I grip Lee’s hand and gently plant it around my back as I come to stand beside her.
“M-my friend,” she mumbles as I cross my arm around her waist and squeeze.
“The one you keep spinning your head around to look for?”
“Mhm.”
“Don’t you have a phone?”
“I forgot my purse in the car.”
“How’d you get in here?”
She shrugs. “They let me in.”
“With no ID and no money?”
“Mhm.”
I lean in. “Listen, I’m going to help you.”
“You are?”
“I need to talk to this friend of yours, Delaney, so we need to find her.”
“Why do you need to talk to Delaney?”
“Because I need to tell her you’re coming home with me.”
3
Lee
Kevin slips his fingers down my forearm to entangle his fingers in mine. As he pulls me through the club, he points this way and that, continually questioning me, “Is that her? How ‘bout her?”
Between each shake of my head, I find I can’t stop checking him out. He’s lean, tall, confident, but smooth. His pants hug his hips. At just the right angles, I can see the larger dimple to the sides of his ass cheeks when he walks.
He stops and lets go of my hand, which I’m a bit sad that he’s done, but relieved as he takes the opportunity to roll up his sleeves like he means business, like he’s not going to stop until he finds my friend for me.
He makes eye contact with me and, with a lick of his lips, he grabs my hand again. I’m scuttling behind him uncomfortably in these black stilettos that I’m not used to wearing, which I think turns him on since I have to grip onto him to keep from falling over. Strangely, it turns me on every time he keeps looking down at my feet. And my legs. And my chest.
Every now and then, I get a whiff of Kevin’s cologne. It smells so good, unlike the rest of the overpowering heavy musk that’s circulating. Kevin smells light and refreshing.
He stops again. He seems annoyed, his head spinning. “Have you not recognized Delaney at all?”
I shake my head again, though I haven’t really been looking. I can’t stop staring at Kevin. He has the fullest lips and a strong nose. His eyes shine like diamonds whenever we wander under a disco ball. His blond hair is relatively short and straight. I’d like to run my fingers through the soft strands that flip to the side at the top. And he has the cutest, hardly noticeable, tiniest blond curls at the nape of his neck. It’s as if his barber left them on purpose to be seen only by those lucky enough to get close.
“Are you sure she’s not outside?” His brow pinches as he rubs his jaw.
I lift my shoulders. “She could be.” I suddenly worry. “You don’t think something could’ve happened to her, do you?”
Kevin turns around to face me straight on, hooks his arm around my neck, and pulls me against his chest with the inner bend of his elbow. He nudges my head up with a lift of his fingers under my chin. “Don’t worry, we’re going to find her,” he says assuredly.
I realize, shamefully, that I don’t really give a shit about finding Delaney right now. Kevin’s plump pink lips are hovering above mine and, although I just met the guy, I’m desperate at this moment for him to kiss me.
His gaze matches mine. The line between his brow furrows deeper and we both can’t seem to move. We are stuck, like two drunks in a daze, and I haven’t even had a chance to sip on anything yet. But I do like the smell of whiskey and beer on his breath and the heat of his warm body flush against my front.
A shoulder bumps into us and I’m quickly pulled out of Kevin’s magnetism, turning my head to see a stranger, a tall, dark, and handsome one who winks at me.
Kevin grunts, wiggling my chin, which brings my focus back to him. “The second we find Delaney, you’re coming home with me. Do you understand?”
Do I understand? Is that really a question? Kevin’s tone makes it sound like I don’t have a choice.
Kevin leans in to whisper in my ear as he continues to keep his chokehold around my neck. “I don’t know why you came here tonight, Lee, and whatever your reasons are—to get back at your boyfriend or get over some schmuck who let you go—I don’t know and truthfully, I don’t care. But if you came to get laid, then you need to stop looking, because I’m. Your. Man.”
Kevin spreads his fingers, gripping my jaw hard, and I’m surprised with my body’s reaction—getting loose. I’m melting. I want to melt all over Kevin. I’ve never been handled so strongly before.
“Lee, baby,” he speaks, the steam from his hot breath funnels through my ear canal like hot coffee sending caffeine straight to my brain. “You’re not just going to get laid tonight. Trust me, I’m going to give you more than what you’ve been looking for. So, stop. Looking.”
“Where the hell have you been?” Delaney sounds off and I squeeze my thighs together, afraid I might drip. “This him? He the one?” She studies him, planting her hand on her hip.
Kevin puts me up straight and he adjusts his square shoulders before he reaches out to shake Delaney’s hand. “Hi, I’m Kevin and you must be Delaney.” He winks.
“That I am,” Delaney smirks, putting both hands on her hips and leaving Kevin’s hand hanging.
I step away to plant myself right next to my best friend, to also get a good look, and I love how Kevin blushes with an adorably beaming white smile, knowing well he’s being assessed.
“Hey,” sneaks in a tipsy girl in a purple spaghetti strap dress, who quickly entwines her fingers in Kevin’s and wraps her other hand behind Kevin’s neck.
Bitch. Does she not see he’s talking to us?
“Where’s that drink you said you were going to buy me?” she slurs.
Kevin’s face pales and he starts to pull at the skinny arms clinging to him. “Not right now,” he shakes his head at the woman, looking down on her. “Not right now.”
“But you promised,” she whines and clings tighter, wrapping both arms around his head and running her fingers through his blond hair, making the top curl.
Promised? Kevin and the girl in the purple dress obviously know one another.
I sigh, turning around. I put my forehead in my hand. “This was a bad idea,” I tell Delaney. “Can we go home?”
“What? No! Why?” she shrieks.
“I’m not comfortable in this outfit and—” I start walking.
“And? And what?” Delaney follows close behind. “Are you giving up because of one lame guy you just met? We’ve been here for like—” I’m walking so fast, she’s trying to keep up, “like a whole ten minutes! You didn’t come here to meet the man of your dreams, Lee. This is not the place where you meet your future husband.”
I stop, folding my arms. “So, it’s the perfect place for me,
then because I have no future and I’ll never have a husband.” My eyes get hot.
“That’s total shit,” curses Delaney. “You’re twisting my words. Stop doing that. You’ve always done that.” She pulls on my shoulder to face her. “That’s not what I meant, Lee, and you know it.” She cups my cheeks. “Lee, if you want to go home, I’ll take you home, but look around—everyone is staring at you. I thought that after everything you went through with your ex, which I know still hurts you, that maybe you’d get over him a lot quicker if you found someone else to hang with for the night. Let someone else get their hands on you, appreciate you, your body, those tits!”
“Lee!” shouts Kevin from a distance and Delaney rolls her eyes.
I, however, can’t keep my eyes off of him because there’s something about him. He’s like chocolate. Addicting.
“Let’s go,” Delaney pulls my arm. “He’s trouble.”
We start walking. “But I thought I wanted to get into trouble tonight.”
“No. Trust me. He’s too much trouble for you. I know guys like him. I’ve had my heart broken way too many times by guys like that. I mean, really.” She rolls her eyes again. “Just look at him.”
I pause my scampering feet to take a look, but Delaney yanks me. “I didn’t mean to look right now!”
“Jeez, what is it that you have against him? You’ve known him for a whole two minutes.”
“I don’t know,” Delaney shakes her head. “He’s too good lookin’ and it’s the way he wears his clothes. He’s too slick. Too smooth. He already had you in a headlock pressed against him in a public place after a measly ten minutes. Who knows what else he might do with you if he should get you alone. He’s got bad boy written all over him.”
We march straight out of the club doors and into the parking lot. “But isn’t that what I want?” I’m seriously baffled.
“No,” Delaney stops us both. “You came here to get laid. That man is going to break your heart and I don’t want to see you broken all over again.”
“That’s silly,” I laugh. “He’s not going to break my heart. Not after one night.”
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