by Zoey Parker
“Let’s take some shots,” I ordered. They looked at each other again, but they could tell I wasn’t screwing around.
“Here,” Kendall said, pushing a full shot glass into my hand.
Without waiting for them to join me with drinks of their own, I ripped it down. The vodka burned in the back of my throat and the pit of my stomach, but it immediately dulled the edge of my anger. I smiled. “You guys were totally right. Tonight is going to be so much fun.”
They smiled along with me, and we poured the next shot.
# # #
The music was blasting so loud I could feel my teeth clattering together at the back of my mouth. Lights were swirling and pulsing, bathing the whole vast interior in crazy neon colors. The Enigma was an otherworldly place that seemed like it obeyed its own sets of rules and the laws of physics and normal social behavior had been thrown completely out of the window.
In spite of all that, though, I was actually having an awesome time. Kendall, Lily, and I were in front of the DJ booth, laughing and dancing and generally enjoying ourselves so much. We’d drank the perfect amount before leaving my house. I felt the alcohol running through my veins. It gave me a warm glow. I just couldn’t stop smiling, and when I swung my hips to the music, I couldn’t help but feel sexy. It was a wild, unusual feeling for me, but I was enjoying it anyways.
The music reached a thundering crescendo. Bass blared through the towering speaker stacks. My feet were starting to ache in my high heels, but it was easy to ignore the pain and focus instead on dancing and giggling with my friends.
I closed my eyes and spun slowly to the pulse of the music. I felt so free. I didn’t even have words for how good it had felt to ignore my dad’s silly, ominous warnings. What could go wrong? This was a club full of normal people. It wasn’t like a horde of men on motorcycles were about to come careening in here to kidnap me and hold me for ransom or anything so ridiculous. What was he even worried about?
I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned back around. I saw two handsome men flanking us. Both were tall and tanned, with nicely groomed beards and shirts open at the throat to reveal brawny, smooth chests. Lily leaned over and shouted in my ear.
“These guys want us to come to their table! They have bottle service, and their friend wants to meet you!” She pulled back and looked at me. Her eyes were glistening with buzzed happiness.
I shrugged and smiled. The men grinned back and offered their arms to us. We wove through the crowd towards a raised booth a few dozen yards away. They helped us up to the table and gestured for us to sit down on the plush leather couch.
I settled down between Lily and Kendall and crossed my legs. Sweat was shining lightly on my forehead and my pulse was thudding at my rib cage, but I was too high on the night to care. I smiled across the table separating us from the three men on the other side.
“I’m James,” said one of the ones who’d approached us.
“Santiago,” said the other. “And this is our friend, Chris.” We shook hands with all three of them. They were devastatingly handsome. Up here, away from the hubbub of the dancefloor, I could see even more clearly how good looking they were. Each of them had perfect, pearly white teeth, and their clothing was obviously very expensive. They looked like rich playboys. Not my type on a normal night, but with alcohol flowing through my system and the music rattling rational thoughts out of my brain, I figured, why not?
“Can we get you ladies a drink?” James offered.
“Yes, before we die of thirst!” Kendall quipped jokingly. Everyone laughed, and he reached forward to pluck a bottle of premium vodka from a silver ice bucket on the table. Santiago and Chris lined up a row of glasses and James poured stiff drinks in all of them, then distributed one to each of us.
“To new friends and good times,” Chris said, holding his glass up in the air. We all touched rims and took a big sip. My smile deepened another satisfied notch.
Life was good.
Chapter 3
Croak
Carla’s eyes were like bright spotlights in the darkness of the supply closet we’d stumbled into. I threw her into the room and pulled the door almost all the way closed behind me. Taking two big strides for her, I reached my hands out until they found her hips. When they’d made contact, I wrenched her towards me and leaned over to devour her mouth with a sloppy kiss.
Breaking away, I locked my eyes on hers. The light filtering in through the crack in the door was just enough to illuminate the outline of her face. I could see her lips parted with hunger. She laid a hand on my chest and slid it down over my pecs, my biceps, my abs. “Big, strong biker type, aren’t you?” she asked teasingly.
“You don’t even know the half of it.” I picked her up and wrapped her legs behind me as I swept back down to shove my tongue between her teeth. She let out a soft whimper. I started to grind my hips against hers. The warmth of her pussy was tangible even through the layers of clothing that still separated us. Her breasts pressed against my chest were hot and heavy.
She raked her hands through the hair on the back of my head as our kiss deepened. Our tongues lashed together while my hands slid under her ass to keep her upright. I continued to grind, each slow rotation drawing another quiet moan from Carla’s core.
I set her down. She immediately dropped to her knees and her hands went to my belt buckle. She made quick work of it and the button of the jeans below, dragging them down to reveal my manhood, half-hardened already. Even from above, I could see her eyes light up when she saw the size of it.
She took me into her hand and looked up in wonder at my face. “I’ve never seen one this big before,” she murmured in a daze.
I grinned. “Take your time, then, babe. It’s a lot to handle.”
She nodded and looked back down at my stiffening cock. She wrapped two hands around the shaft and began to slowly stroke. After a couple of seconds, she lowered her mouth to the tip and took me carefully between her lips. She sucked gently, sliding farther and farther down with each steady pump, until she was engulfing as much of my manhood as she could handle in her mouth. The wet slurp of her sucking filled the room, along with her low moans as she licked up and down my length.
I closed my eyes and let my hands fall to the back of her head. She had increased her speed until she was bobbing up and down at a fast clip, stopping every now and then to suckle my balls and lick from base to tip. I felt the urge to come growing deep within my balls. I’d be damned if I was about to bust my nut in this girl’s mouth. I wanted the whole damn enchilada.
Seizing her arm, I pulled her roughly to her feet. My dick fell out of her mouth with a wet pop, followed quickly by a surprised yelp as I spun her around to face away from me, grabbed a handful of her jeans on either side, and yanked down hard.
The button of her pants flew off easily with the strength of my tug. I heard it pinging around the room, but I didn’t give a fuck. I saw in the dim light that she was wearing a black thong. I thought about ripping that off, too, but I decided to say fuck it and just shoved it aside. I pushed a hand between her shoulder blades and she bent over to rest her hands on the shelving that lined the back wall.
I licked my fingers and reached forward to rub her pussy. She was dripping wet already, and spread wide for me. “You ready to take all of this?” I growled.
She moaned and nodded. I thrust aside the thong, pressed the head of my cock against her opening, and shoved myself in.
Carla let out a long, multifaceted whimper at the first stroke. I went slowly, letting her tunnel mold to the thickness of my erection, but I moved forward relentlessly. I felt her juices flowing around me as she tightened and clamped down. When I had gone as deep as I could, I reversed direction and pulled almost all the way out. Her body clung to me like she didn’t want me to leave her. Hell, I didn’t want to go either.
Right when I was almost out of her, I threw my weight forward and slammed back in. She was ready for a lot, but the savageness of my stroke still caugh
t her by surprise. She jolted forward and another moan trickled out.
I began to rock my hips hard back and forth. My cock was steel hard, pounding in and out of her greedy cunt. I reached forward to seize a handful of her hair and pull it towards me so that she arched her back and made the angle of our fucking even better. I slid the other hand over her hips and between her legs to jiggle her clit as I fucked fast and furious.
“Oh, Jesus,” she whimpered. “Don’t fucking stop.”
“I’m not stopping until I fill you with my cum,” I answered between pants. The objects on the shelf rattled from the force of my thrusts as they passed through Carla’s body. She put one foot up on a lower shelf to let me drive deeper into her. Her intermittent moans had become a steady stream of “Ohh…” that reverberated around the room.
The edge was getting closer and closer. Heat was building up in my balls. It was ready to come out. Part of me wanted to empty everything I had into this girl’s hot pussy, but the tiny rational piece of my brain still operating suggested that was a bad idea. Shit, I was nowhere near ready to be a father, and I sure as hell wasn’t about to choose this broad as the mother of my children, although the idea of telling my future kids that they were conceived doggystyle in a supply closet did make me laugh.
“I’m ‘bout to fucking come,” I roared.
Carla waited a few strokes more, then pivoted and dropped to her knees to take the head of my cock back in her mouth. She held one hand on my balls and used the other to stroke the cum out of me as I climaxed. I emptied hot rope after rope of cum into her eager mouth. She sucked furiously until there was nothing left, then fell back against the shelving and wiped her mouth, jeans still puddled around her ankles. Her hair was a mess but her eyes were still glowing with savage desire. She looked like she’d been run over by a train and loved every second of it.
She looked up at me. “Now I see what those townie girls are after.”
I grinned. “Damn right,” I said. “Nothing else comes close.”
Chapter 4
Corinne
It didn’t take long before my night took a sudden turn for the worse. The first hour or two with James, Santiago, and Chris were a freaking blast. We were drinking, dancing in the booth, and laughing together. They were funny and charming, quick to pour us drinks as soon as we were getting close to empty. Chris, especially, seemed to be interested in me. He had traded spots with Kendall and was sitting to my right. Every time I laughed at one of his jokes or said something he agreed with, he would touch me lightly on the thigh and look straight into my eyes with a serious, if mysterious, expression on his face.
I looked across the booth and saw Santiago clashing tongues with Kendall. Seated next to them, Lily and James were locked deep in a serious conversation. Their foreheads were touching and when I glanced down at Lily’s lap, I saw James’ fingertips dancing ever so slowly up towards the bottom hem of her dress.
“Everything alright?” Chris asked me. He seemed genuinely concerned. Then again, with the lights and the music and the alcohol clouding my judgment, it was hard to tell. “You look a little scared all the sudden. Don’t worry; I’m not the boogeyman.” He grinned, flashing his white teeth at me, but all of the sudden I felt nauseous and itchy. I felt an overpowering urge just to get the hell out of there. I didn’t know where it had come from or why; after all, the guys had been nothing but perfect gentlemen since the moment we’d walked up. Not to mention the fact that Chris was seriously cute. But my head was swimming and I needed to get away from the noise and the lights.
“I’m fine,” I told him. I stood up as quickly as I could without seeming rude. “I just need to go to the bathroom.” Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Kendall break her kiss with Santiago and look at me. She hurriedly grabbed Lily and they scurried after me as I walked down the stairs, leaning hard on the railing for support.
They caught up with me at the bottom of the steps. “You okay?” Kendall asked.
“I’m fine,” I repeated. “I just wanted to get away for a second. It was… a lot to handle.” The music was blaring loud. I couldn’t think straight.
“C’mon,” Lily said, wrapping her fingers between mine reassuringly. “Let’s go to the bathroom.” We snaked around the edge of the dancefloor towards the back hallway where the bathrooms were. The low red lights set in sconces on the wall were a welcome change of pace from the neon beams scything through the dancefloor. As we stepped around the corner and the music dropped a notch, I loosed a huge sigh of relief.
Lily held open the door of the bathroom to let me in. I walked over to a sink and ran my hands under the faucet. I tapped my wet fingertips against my forehead and behind my ears. The coolness of the water felt so good on my feverish skin. I didn’t even realize how hot it had been in there until I came in here and was able to draw in a full, deep breath for what felt like the first time in hours.
Kendall laid a hand on the small of my back. She winked at me in the mirror. “Chris is super into you,” she advised.
I blushed and looked down. “Whatever,” I murmured.
“No,” she protested, “I’m serious! He can’t keep his eyes off you.”
“And Santiago can’t keep his tongue off of you,” I said back.
She laughed and smacked me lightly on the shoulder. “Whatever, he’s cute. Let me have my fun.”
Lily finished in the stall and joined us. “Chris loves you!” she chirped as she washed her hands.
“That’s what I was just saying,” said Kendall.
“Leave me alone, both of you.”
“Aw, c’mon, Corinne, lighten up a little bit. We’re having fun, aren’t we?”
“Yeah, aren’t we?”
I sighed. They were probably right. I’d been having fun up until I started psyching myself out. The fact was, Daddy’s words were ringing in the back of my head despite how hard I was trying to ignore them. I really was sick of him always being so overly cautious all the time. But at the same time, I felt like he really did know what he was talking about. If he was worried about something, I should probably take his advice and be cautious.
This — drinking shot after shot with three boys we had never met before — definitely didn’t fall under the “Being Cautious” category, despite how nice they might seem. In spite of the warmth flooding my body, there was no denying the cold tingle of fear. If something happened and my dad’s warning turned out to be warranted, I would feel like a big idiot.
But Lily and Kendall were twittering in my ear, brushing my hair away from my shoulders and talking about how much fun we were having. I swallowed and banished the worry once more to the back of my head. That was a problem for another day. I was here, with my friends, having a good time. That’s what I needed to focus on.
“You’re right, you’re right, now shush already,” I admonished.
They laughed but they knew they’d won me over. We headed back out to the table. Just before we split ways to sit next to our respective guys, Lily grabbed me and whispered in my ear, “Just live a little.” I smiled. Maybe she was right. Chris was pretty cute, after all.
James spread his arms and gestured towards a fresh battery of shots laid out on the table. “Took you guys long enough!” he said. “We thought we were going to have to drink all of these ourselves.”
“Oof,” said Kendall, holding a hand over her stomach. “I don’t know if I can handle another shot of vodka.”
The guys all looked at each other immediately. A slow smile crept across their faces one at a time. After a long, confusing pause, Santiago was the first one to speak. “Well, now that you mention it…” he began.
James chimed in, “We could mix it up a little bit.”
I wrinkled my nose. I had no clue what was going on. But judging by the pleased grins on Kendall and Lily, I was the only one left in the dark. I opened my mouth to ask, but just then, James reached into the pocket of his shirt and withdrew a small vial. Chris cleared a space on the table as James uns
crewed the vial and tapped out a small mound of white powder onto the glass surface. Santiago handed him a credit card and he began to divide it into even columns.
My friends were looking on in eager anticipation, but I wanted to recoil. I wanted no part of this. Daddy had been so firmly against drugs ever since I could remember. How many times had he sat me down to tell me about his rules? A memory flashed through my head.
He was sitting in the living room. I was a freshman in high school, on the night before my first big high school party. I was excited. I’d spent days with my friends, picking out the hottest outfits we could cobble together. We’d been discussing the party for weeks. We dissected who would be there and who they be with, how much we could drink without getting sloppy, how long we would stay without risking getting grounded. All that anticipation was finally coming to bear fruit.
Daddy had been remarkably calm about everything. He had hardly said a word about it, which was the way I preferred things. As a fourteen-year old girl, the thought of discussing boys and beer with my dad was mortifying. I would have done anything to avoid that particular conversation. Up until now, I’d been successful.