“Oh God. I forgot about that,” I said while laughing. “Poor Henry never saw your fist coming.”
I could hear Bo laughing on the other end of the line. “You know, I got a week of detention for that.”
“You did not.”
“I did.”
“You never told me that.”
“I didn’t want you to feel bad.”
I sighed into the phone. “Thanks, Bo,” I said. Not for defending me in seventh grade, but for being here for me right now. I couldn’t explain how but he had made me feel better. I think Bo understood.
“Anything for you,” he said, and I smiled. We said our good-byes, and I felt much better as I walked into the building where my next class was.
Chapter Four
Kammy and I strutted up to the club like we were hot shit. We were both wearing colorful skintight dresses that left little to the imagination, accessorized with bracelets, earrings, and high heels. Our hair was fluffed and curled to perfection, and our make-up was flawless.
Some days it seemed like too much work, but the looks from the people standing in line outside the club totally made it worthwhile. The bouncers gave us a cursory glance and let us past the red velvet rope without checking our IDs. If you were hot enough, it didn’t matter how old you were.
We found seats at the bar and waited. There was a method to this game. I scanned the room and saw ninety percent of the men were checking us out. Checking me out, really. Kammy was a beautiful girl, but you could see the desperation in her eyes. She practically begged for approval. Daddy issues, ya know. Whatever, I guess.
It didn’t take long for the bartender to place drinks in front of us telling us they were compliments of two men across the bar. One was wearing a plum-colored button-up shirt with the collar popped up and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. The other had a white button-up with a stylish vest over it. They were cute enough. For someone else. But we smiled and accepted the drinks. A free drink is a free drink, right?
After a short while the men approached us and began making small talk. We discovered they were local Vegas boys living it up for the night, so I almost felt bad when they asked us to dance and we turned them down. Almost.
They gave up hitting on us shortly after that, and we started the process over again. Drinks, small talk, dancing. But only dancing if they fit the criteria.
We had been there for a while, it felt like, without finding any prospects. I was starting to wonder what Bo was up to tonight when a group of six men entered the club, hooting and hollering. I watched them as they immediately went to the bar area across from us. You could tell they were tourists, probably in town for a bachelor party, judging from the looks of them.
I zeroed in on one of them. He had an inner confidence I could see from across the bar. He didn’t have the sloppy, frat boy persona the rest of them did. He had potential.
“Let’s dance,” I said to Kammy, and I grabbed her hand. With a swagger in my hips, we walked past the group of men. Every single one of them watched me walk by, even the man who was halfway through chugging his beer. We passed them, and I turned and looked cutely over my shoulder at the man I had singled out. I smiled and batted my eyes at him, flirting. He smiled back, and I could feel his eyes follow me to the dance floor.
Kammy and I danced with each other, losing ourselves to the rhythmic beat and pulsing lights. I had pushed several guys away from me, refusing to dance with any of them. Looking through the crowd, I saw the friends of the man I had singled out earlier pushing him on to the dance floor. Aw… he was shy.
I turned and continued dancing with Kammy until I felt hands on my hips. I smiled to myself and turned to confirm it was my Shy Guy. I smiled up at him, grabbed his shoulders, and began dancing with him. I cranked up my sexuality, and we wrapped ourselves around each other, grinding our hips together.
The song changed, and I twisted around so my ass was grinding against the bulge in his pants. He wrapped his arms around me and began moving his hands all over my body.
I looked around the dance floor, and between the sweaty bodies I saw Kammy had found her own dance partner. She was getting down and dirty with one of my guy’s friends. We exchanged smiles and I knew this was probably the last time I’d see her tonight if things went well.
When the song ended I turned and motioned to my dance partner that I needed a drink. He nodded and followed me to the slightly quieter bar area.
“Rum and Diet Coke!” I shouted at the bartender who then turned and took my dance partner's order of a Jack and Coke. The bartender moved fast mixing our drinks, and my man paid. “Thanks!” I shouted to him over the music.
“Where you from?” he asked me with one of the lamest opening lines ever.
“Napa Valley.” I shouted back. Like hell if I was going to tell him I was local.
“California?” he asked and I nodded.
“What about you?”
“Boise!” he shouted. “I’m here for my friend’s birthday party.”
“Which one’s the birthday boy?”
The man pointed to his friend who was dancing with Kammy. Well, he’d probably be getting a special birthday treat tonight.
“My name's Thomas, by the way,” he said, holding out his hand.
I smiled and shook it. “I’m Tiffany!” I lied.
He leaned in close to my ear. “You are the hottest girl in this club. How did I get so lucky?”
Sweet talker. I smiled and flipped my hair over my shoulder, exposing the side of my neck he was closest to. “You haven’t gotten lucky yet, stud.”
“No, but I will.”
I cocked an eyebrow at him. “Oh, you’re so sure? I’ll have you know, I hate arrogant men.”
Thomas shook his head slightly. “Not arrogant. Confident. There’s a difference,” he said with a gleam in his eye. He swayed slightly on his feet as he leaned in close to me, his drink and whatever he had drunk earlier taking effect. “Confident. As in, by the end of the night, I’m confident you will be riding my cock, screaming my name as I suck your gorgeous tits.”
Shit. I hated that he was right, but that was fucking hot. I felt my insides curl with desire as he licked his lips. I slammed back the last half of my drink and grabbed his hand. “Let’s dance,” I said, pulling him away from the bar.
He set his drink down and followed me. I stopped in the middle of the crowd on the dance floor, but Thomas shook his head, grabbed my hand, and continued to weave through the mass of people. He didn’t stop until we were in the darkest corner of the room. He pulled me up close to him, and we started gyrating to the music once again. Our eyes locked, and I could see the desire there. I’m sure he saw the same in my eyes. I ground my hips against his, and immediately I felt him harden. I ran my hands up his chest and weaved my finger through his hair.
Even through the loud music I could hear him groan as he captured my mouth with his, kissing me fiercely. His hands moved from my hips to my ass, and he pulled me tighter against him. I thrust my tongue into his mouth, and he responded by sucking hard and squeezing my ass tightly. He moved one hand from my ass to my thigh before slipping it under my dress. I pulled back and looked around, but it was so dark that unless you were standing right next to us when a strobe of light hit us, you’d never know what we were doing. There was a reason clubs were so dark.
He slid his hand between my legs. “Oh fuck. Shaved pussy and no panties? You are every guy’s wet dream,” he said, his voice thick with lust.
I whimpered as he began sliding his fingers through my slick folds. I grabbed his shoulders to steady myself and closed my eyes as overwhelming sensation flowed through me. He fluttered his fingers against my core, and I held back a scream before he abruptly stopped and pulled his hand back.
”Can we go to your hotel room?” I asked as I moved my hand to cup his cock through his pants.
His eyes fluttered shut for a moment before snapping open.
“Shit… no… I’m sharing a room.”
Son of a bitch. He could have mentioned that earlier.
“What about the bathroom?” he asked.
My eyes flicked to a hallway not far from us. I knew this club had the standard men’s and women’s bathrooms, but it also had a single-stall “family” room. Completely private.
This was way out of my normal operating pattern. I always went back to their hotel room. But his fingers felt so good, and I desperately wanted a release.
I nodded to him and grabbed his hand, leading him to the private bathroom, and I silently thanked the heavens there was no one standing in the hallway to see us go into the bathroom together.
As soon as the door closed behind us, Thomas pushed me against it, kissing me hard and squeezing my breasts. It was quieter in here, and I could hear him moan as I began unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. I slid my hand into his pants and squeezed his hard member.
“Oh God, that feels good.” he said as he broke our kiss. “I need to be inside you. Now.”
He dug his wallet out of his back pocket and produced a condom. I nodded, and he moved back to the toilet. He closed the lid and laid several paper towels across it before sitting down on it with his pants around his knees. His cock stood straight up as he rolled the condom over himself.
I walked toward him, sliding the straps of my dress down to expose my bra. His eyes lusted as I unhooked my bra in the front and exposed my breasts to him. He ran his hands down his thighs in anticipation.
I stood in front of him and bent at the waist, letting my breasts hang in his face. He groaned as he took one nipple in his mouth and began sucking. I whimpered as he moved his hand up to cup my other breast, and I gasped as he pinched my other nipple and rolled it between his finger and thumb.
Desire flared through me again, and I moved to straddle him. He hitched my dress up over my hips as I positioned myself over him. I guided his hardness inside me and slid myself down on him. He tipped his head back, groaning with pleasure, but something was off. I could feel his cock inside me, but the pleasure was lacking.
I rose up and slid back down against him, and he cried out again. Same results. Shit. This guy was going to be a terrible lay. I grabbed his hand and moved his fingers to where we were joined. I pushed against them, hoping he would be able to finger me to orgasm, but as I rocked against him again, he groaned loudly and all his muscles tensed underneath me. He thrust up one last time and shook with his release.
Perfect. Just perfect. Mr. Minute Man.
I sat there in disbelief. This man was the worst fuck I’d ever had.
“Oh baby, that was amazing,” he said with a groan.
“You have got to be kidding me.”
“No, baby. That was perfect. My wife never rides me like that.” he said with his eyes closed and his head tilted back.
I gasped in shock. “You’re married?!” I spat out. He’s sitting here, post orgasm, still inside me, and he’s fucking married! Shit! He wasn't shy... he was married!
He opened one eye to look at me. “Yeah. What’s it to you?”
“You bastard,” I said as I crawled off him.
“Hey, it was a quick fuck in a bathroom. It’s not like you have the highest morals ever.”
“I’m not the married one here, and quick is right! That was the worst fuck I’ve ever had!”
He simply smirked. “I highly doubt that, baby. What do you say we go again? This time I’ll take you from behind and shove it up your ass. My wife never lets me do that either. I bet you’d like that though, wouldn’t you?”
My blood boiled, and my hands fisted. I wanted to smack his guy. But I quickly realized that was not the way to teach him a lesson.
I pulled my bra back on and fixed my dress before walking over to him. He was still sitting on the toilet with his dick hanging out. I smiled sweetly at him and grabbed his flaccid member in my hand, amazed at how trusting he was. I could easily have twisted, leaving him writhing in pain on the bathroom floor. And believe me, the idea was incredibly tempting. But instead I leaned down to his neck and began kissing him as if I was going to take him up on the offer.
“Oh yeah, baby. I knew you’d go for that,” he said, thinking I was taking him up on his offer for a second round.
I grabbed his shoulder and formed my lips into a hard ‘O’ against the delicate skin on his neck, and I sucked as hard as I could.
“Hey, stop,” he said and tried to pull away.
I continued sucking on his neck with all my strength. He pushed on my hips, trying to get me off him, but I was determined to leave my mark on this bastard for his wife to see. I squeezed his dick, and he cried out in pain.
“Fucking bitch! Get off me!” he cried as he tried to push my hand away from his dick.
I sucked harder on his neck until I was satisfied I had given him a decent hickey his wife wouldn't miss, and when he tried to push me away one last time, I squeezed his dick tighter and twisted my hand.
He cried out in excruciating pain and flopped on to the bathroom floor. He looked up at me with watering eyes as I stood over him.
I pointed to his neck. “That’s for your wife,” I said maliciously and then pointed to his dick covered with his hands. “And that’s for calling me a bitch.”
Picking my purse up, I propped the bathroom door open with a garbage can so anyone could see him squirming on the floor with his pants around his ankles, and I fled the bathroom.
I scanned the crowd on the dance floor and managing to find Kammy still dancing with the birthday boy. I didn’t want her anywhere near these guys. Thomas could take it out on her if he found out we were friends.
Luckily she could tell something was seriously wrong as soon as I approached her, and we escaped the club without a problem and found a taxi.
As soon as Kammy had given the cab driver her address, she began to interrogate me. “What the fuck was that?”
“Douche bag was married.” I sighed and focused my attention on the glitz and glamour going past my window in a blur.
“Oh. Well, you could have just ditched him and found another guy,” she said, unconcerned.
“Little late for that.” I was so embarrassed over my actions. Not only had I screwed a married man, I did it in the bathroom at a club! Ugh! I wasn’t that kind of girl. I may sleep around, but I did have limits.
“Oh. OOOOH,” Kammy exclaimed, realizing what I meant. “Well, hey. He probably wasn’t the first married guy you fucked.”
Embarrassment and regret washed through me. Oh my God, she was right. Any of the guys I had been with could have been married, and I would have had no idea. I mean, I had thought of that before—I'm not an idiot—but this was a whole different thing. This time it was being broadcast straight in my face that I was a home wrecker.
“Hey, what’s the big deal?” Kammy asked.
“I don’t want to be like that.”
“I didn’t say you were. Did you know he was married when you fucked him?” she asked, and I shook my head. “Then it’s all on him.”
She may have had a point there, but it didn’t make me feel any better about myself. For the first time in my sexual history, I felt like a slut. Like I had done something wrong. Which really, I had. Even if it wasn't my fault.
“You wanna find another club?” she asked, trying to make me feel better. I shook my head. “You wanna call Bo?”
Oh God. Bo was the last person I wanted to tell this to. I didn’t want him to know how low I had sunk.
“I just want to go home,” I said sadly, and we rode the rest of the way to Kammy’s in silence.
When we arrived she hugged me and patted my arm, telling me to call her. I gave the cab driver my address, and he mercifully obliged in silence.
Aunt Suzy was still awake when I returned home. She was watching TV in the dark by herself, wrapped in a blanket on the couch.
“You’re home early,” she said as she pointed the remote at the player and paused the show. It wasn’t really early, but it
was early for me.
“Yeah… what are you watching?”
“Some show about lords and ladies fighting over a throne. And there’s dragons. And sex. Lots of sex,” she said with a smile.
“Sounds interesting.”
“Plenty of room for one more on this couch. I’ll explain all the characters to you.”
I smiled at her. That actually sounded really nice. You know how sometimes you just need your mom? I was kind of feeling that way right then. And my aunt was better than a mom.
The cab ride hadn’t done anything to ease the disgust I felt with myself. Maybe a movie night with my aunt would take my mind off things.
“Okay,” I said and she smiled brightly. “Can I take a quick shower first?”
“You shower, I’ll make some popcorn.”
Chapter Five
The next morning I woke to familiar tattooed arms around me. Bo was asleep behind me, holding me tight even as he slept. I had had horrible dreams about being chased by an evil queen while a little person commanded an army to defend me. Damn TV show.
Guilt washed through me as I realized I had forgotten to let Bo know I got home safe last night. I didn’t know what time he had come over, but it must have been either very late last night or very early this morning. Either way, he was probably exhausted.
His arms tightened around me as he shifted and sighed my name in his sleep. I involuntarily snuggled closer to him and closed my eyes, totally contented.
“Ivy…,” he said a little louder and I knew he was awake. I rolled over so we were face to face.
“Hi.” I expected to see a sleep-muddled face, but what I found was anger, hurt, and confusion. “What’s wrong?” I asked, touching his cheek.
He closed his eyes and exhaled. “Are you okay?”
“Okay?”
“Why didn’t you call me last night?”
“Oh. I’m sorry,” I said, looking down. “I guess I forgot.”
“You always call. What happened?”
I shrugged. “I got in early and watched some TV with Aunt Suzy.”
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