Sunday, 07/06/2014

It's about 8 in the evening and I just woke up from a long nap after doing a lot of nothing all day. Well not really "nothing", I've been texting the few family and friends that I have to tell what happened to my phone. Not only that, I had to call management to explain what happened as well. It was an unnecessary long process.

But, now that I'm up and recharged, I'm ready to get ready to go out with Victoria as promised earlier.

Flashback:

As Foxy rolls me over and tries to fake pin me, she talks about my situation from earlier. "I think you should come out with me tonight. It'll help you get your mind off of AJ."

Little did she know, I've been trying to not think about her all day, but it's been proving to be somewhat difficult. Still, no point in wasting a good night. "Where are we gonna go?" I let her pick up the win like a good friend, but after that I lay my head on her lap and look up.

"Same place as before?" Foxy asks.

"Fine with me. I say we go around 9 I don't think we'll be out that long."

"But we both have to go in tomorrow, so let's no overdue it."

I laugh and look at her. "Says the person who got shitfaced drunk last time we went out to the person who had to literally stag them to their hotel rooms. Yeah. Okay." I don't mean it in a judgmental way at all, just as a friendly reminder.

End of Flashback:

I'm sitting on the bed and scrolling through Twitter, waiting for Vee to come so we can head out, and all of a sudden, I stumble across  a tweet from April that she tweeted 2 hours ago.

"My biggest strength is my happiness!" #MakeAWish

-4 year old Chloe, aka my hero and idol.

Along with that is a picture with her and a little girl that is so cute she should be an American Doll (or is it American Dream Doll?). I admire April's admiration for the little angel, but I'm thinking a little selfishly so all I can think about is two fucking hours ago. She could post two hours ago but can't answer any of my calls that I've been leaving since this morning? Unfortunately means that she is avoiding me for some odd reason.

"Is it really odd? I mean, you saw how she acted last night. She wanted you. Badly." I sigh.

"She was shit faced."

"A drunk man's words are a sober man's thoughts. Don't forget that."

"I think that's a crock of shit."

"Think what you want, but there's more than meets the eye when it comes to last night. There's no reason she spazzed out like that."

For once, I agree with my inner voice. At the very least, we're friends. She should respect that enough to talk to me.

I didn't even hear the pounding on the door at first, being consumed with my own thoughts. I shake myself loose and get up to open the door.

"Finally! I've been knocking for hours." She struts in looking fabulous. She takes a look in the bathroom mirror as I go grab my bag on the bed.

*time skippy*

We arrive at this club called AfterHrs. (because we changed up last minute) and immediately the music is pumping through my body as we wait in the line.

Vicky and I are talking and and kinda grooving to the music, then all of a sudden, we hear her named being yelled. At first we didn't see where the yelling was coming from so we let it go, but when we hear it a second later, we see Ariane walking over towards us in this sparkling dress with shoes to match that looked like a mini disco ball, but in a good way.

"Hey y'all!" She greets us as she walks over. From where she came from, it looks like she came out the club. "Trin and Jon are parking but they said they saw you guys in line so I came to grab you!" She excitedly hugs us both— it's foreign for me so I stiffly pat her back—as then proceeds to grab our wrists and pull us out of line toward the entrance.

Once we enter, I can't even hear my own heartbeat... that's how loud it is. Strobe lights are pointing and turning everywhere and shining down on the jam-packed club; a sea of people in the middle of the club and "exclusive" clusters all around the building on different levels. But everyone seems to be having a great time.

We walk over to the table Ariane was already at and Foxy and I sit down. "I'm gonna go get Trin and Jon, but can somebody order me a fruity drink?" Ariana yells over the music and we both just nod. When she walks off, I tell Vee that I'm going to get us some shots.

I walk off and try to walk straight to the bar but I keep bumping into all sorts of people. Nothing to worry about, however.

I stand in between two bar seats since none of them were empty and I waited for the bartender to come over. On either side of me are dudes but one of them isn't paying any attention. The other one is.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see him eyeing me from behind, like he's practically about to fall out of his chair trying to look. What at? I have no idea, because I have nothing back there to look at.

I don't even pay him attention, because guys will stupidly be guys, and there's nowhere else to stand, but that comes to a screeching halt when he lands his hand on my ass. I fucking hate men sometimes.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I turn around and grip his hand. See, I was trying to be optimistic, but this dick ruined that.

I tightly grip his hand to where he immediately starts screaming for me to stop. "Stop?" I yell back. "Why should I stop when you couldn't even stop yourself?!" I feel some bones moving around, but I'm not stopping until I get an apology.

It doesn't take long, however. He instantly starts pleading me with I'm sorry's, but he's so pathetic that I let him go and push him off. He scurries off somewhere and I turn back to the bar, only to make eye contact with the bartender.

"Are you okay?!" She yells with a concerned look. "By the time I saw what was happening I saw you pushing him off. I'm sorry."

I shrug it off. "Sadly it's not the first time that's happened, and I highly doubt it'll be the last."

"Here, how about a drink on me, honey?" How nice of her.

As much as I wanna accept it, I decline. "You're too kind, really, but I'm okay. I actually wanted to order about 10 shots of Hennessy for my friends.

"You got it, babe." And she goes to makes them. 2 minutes later she comes back with all 10 shots on a silver tray.

That was really quick! I've never seen so many shots made in such little time. "Alrighty, that's $120." She says as I happily giver her my card. Once it goes through she hands me back my card and take the tray in my hand, giving one final thank you and heading back over to the section.

...

It isn't long before the alcohol starts taking effect. But who cares? Im having so much fun. I'm two shots, 3 margaritas, and a beer deep and I'm almost out of my mind. I'm dancing with Ariane and Foxy, sloppily moving against the pattern of the music. I'm so energetic and so mesmerized by nothing in particular that I don't even feel hands feeling on me at first.

It isn't until they start feeling on my ass that I grab them and turn around to face them, my money being the guy from earlier. I'm shocked when I turn face to face with...

"April?" I try my best to focus, and it works because I start to see that this isn't April, just somebody who looks a lot like her at first glance, but after further examination, it's easy to see this isn't her; kinda shorter than me; black hair in a bun and with 2 strands left hanging; wearing short heels and— and jean shorts and a cropped black top. She's cute... just not the person I was hoping for.

'That's my problem now. I need to stop hoping, stop thinking about her and just have fun.' I think to myself, and I'm right. She's obviously not thinking of me, wherever she is.

"Now we both know there's no way to stop, much to your shagrin, so why don't you just give in and call—"

I don't even give that voice a chance to finish before pulling the girl closer to me. I paint a smile on my face as I wrap my arms around her waist while my arms drape around my neck. After further examination, I recognize her as the bartender from earlier... she's taller than I first believed.

She smirks wildly as she leans closer to my ear. "Told you I'd come see you before I left." She says.

I'm so confused, but I keep holding her close. All of a sudden, it hits me; every time I went back for drinks, she would strike up a conversation with me. It started off innocent but the flirting going back and forth made me ask her if she wanted to dance. She said she was busy but maybe after her shift, which I thought was code for "it'll never happen" so I went on my way.

"I don't remember asking you to come see me; I asked you if you wanted to dance. Never said you had to dance with me." I reply sarcastically.

"Ohhh, well I'm so sorry, how about I just go ahead and leave you to dance by yourself." She proceeds to let go with a serious face, which didn't match her tone.

I hesitate. I don't want her to think that she's my only option—far from it— however, it something about her in this moment with me.

Coincidentally enough, I grab her as support because I almost fall over. But, I'm so smooth, I play it off and pull her closer.

"Easy, easy, easy. I was just kidding." she laughs off. Must be a response to how hard I gripped her. I'll let think what she wants.

"Wanna get another drink?" I ask, grinding softly on her.

"Mmm, how about we take this party back to my place? I have drinks there." I feel her grab the side of my face and pull me even closer to kiss my neck lightly. It tickles.

I know this isn't the safest idea to make. Yeah, she seems nice and innocent, but they're usually the most deadly and lethal. It's safer to go back to my room if anything were to happen, and the ways she's kissing my neck, it's bound to happen.

"If it's too fast, I'm sorry, I—" she looks at me with worry.

"No,no! It's not that, I'd just feel safer going back to my room, if it's possible.. I'd just feel a lot safer." I slur out "safer" because it took me a while to find a word.

"That's fine with me. My car's out back." She looks relieved, or is it arousal? Both? Eh, too drunk to care.

I grab her hand and start leading her to the exit, but her body becomes cemented to the floor as she stays in place.

She starts talking to me, but I can't hear anything and I have to step closer to hear her better.

"Don't you think you should tell your friends where you're going? Or at least grab your purse and such?" she chuckles.

I gasp from complete shock; I forgot all about them! I start frantically looking around for Vee, but when I finally find Ariane not too far from the section, I waste no time to her and telling her I'm going back to the hotel.

"Aww, okay, you need a ride?" she asks with a worried look.

"Nah, I have one already. I'll talk to you guys tomorrow, 'Kay?" I walk behind the rope to our section and grab my bag and head off.

...

We head inside and I immediately kick these painful shoes off then race to get some water, itching to get rid of this cotton mouth.

As I chug two bottles of water, I walk over to the girl sitting on my bed. Completely forgot she was her for a minute, but it's okay. She looks comfortable— laid back typing away on her phone. She looks up at me with a chuckle.

"Are you alright?" She asks as she throws her phone to her side and starts taking her shoes off.

I nod a lot. "Yeah, im just reeeally thirsty." I drink the last of it and throw the bottle in the trash.

"Well yeah, after all the alcohol you drank, I'm not surprised. Did you eat anything?"

I walk over to the couch and grab the remote. "I ate some type of pasta with shrimp in it about an... hour I think before I left. And I drank more on an emptier stomach and was perfectly fine." I shrug it off while flipping through channels. Once I find MTV, I throw the remote on the couch and make my way over to her.

"Oh yeah, because pasta with shrimp in it is sooo specific." She gets up and goes into the kitchen, rummage through the cabinets, I believe, so I take her spot on the bed. I don't even know why— there's nothing in them except—

"Bingo." she calls out and walks back over with the small packet of Advil and a mini water. "Take this for me." She positions herself in between my legs, letting my hands rest on the back of either thigh. She tears open the packet and drops both of pills in my mouth, follows by putting the bottle to my mouth and tilting it.

"Good girl." she seductively purrs as I show her my empty mouth to prove I swallowed them.

As she closes the bottle, I ask, "What's my reward for being a good girl?" I lightly drag my fingernails up and down her thighs. She throws the water bottle onto the other bed and grabs my face, pushing her lips onto mine. The kids was soft to the touch. It doesn't take long for my tongue to enter her mouth and explore. All the while, she straddles my lap and pushed me back softly onto the bed.

Suddenly her tongue starts fighting back and she abruptly takes my lip and sucks on it. Her dominance mixes well with her confidence, especially since her stature is small. However... I'm topping tonight, no question about it.

I snake my arm around her waist and flip us over, having me on top. I breakaway from our kiss to start pulling off my dress. She does the same to her shirt and I move out the way to let her pull her shorts off as well, leaving up both in our bras and panties.

One more long kiss before my lips start traveling down her neck. As I past her boobs and down her stomach, I reach my destination I look up at her through my fake lashes for some sign or reason for me to stop. But there isn't any. Not even a hint of nervousness; this isn't her first rodeo.

I grab at her blue underwear and start pulling them off, and I waste no time diving in and starting to eat her out. Instantly, I'm met with with a low groan and whimper. I lick in between her pink folds then let my tongue suck and swirl around her clit. A combo of both has her moaning loudly. I reach my left hand up to grab her boob from under her bra and pinch, making her mewl out loud. It isn't too long before she grabs me and forces me down further into her.

After a while, I can hear more moans rapidly coming out and more movement, so I can tell she's about to cum. So to speed up the process, I pull away from her and lift myself. She looks at me w/ bewilderment, as if she was asking me why I'd stop.

I take my middle and ring finger and place them close to her mouth, to which she happily accepts and sucks on them. A minute or two later, I pull them out and reach back down and start rubbing rubbing circles around her clit. But after a few moments, I gently stick them in her pussy, making her bite her lip and lay back. It starts off a slow pace, but when she moans out the "faster", I do as told. Meanwhile, I leach my lips to her neck, lightly biting.

It doesn't take long her to yell out "I'm gonna cum!" so I finger her even faster, loving the gushy sound I'm making. At her final moan, I feel her walls clench and close around my very cramped fingers, her pussy pulsating like crazy as I pull them out of her.

I stand up and walk over to the bathroom to grab a hotel towel to wipe my hands and stretch out my fingers. I go back over to her as I watch heavily and try to collect herself. I slip under the covers and yawn a big yawn. I'm tired now.

"I didn't expect you to make me this tired, love." I voice out loud while staring off at the TV. I see her look up at me and smile.

"Oh you're one to talk; you completely wiped me out!" she laughs as she gets up to climb under the covers with me and snuggles close to me. I think nothing of her wrapping her arm around my torso as she lays her head on my chest.

I sigh out, "I only work with what you give me. And I've never worked that hard to get a girl to cum, not bragging or anything." I let my eyes slip closed.

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"It was supposed to be one. You have a lot of stamina."

"Hmmph... I bet I could make you come faster than me." I feel her hand start to slip down my stomach and going closer and closer to her destination.

To be completely honest, I'm not as turned on as I was when I first interacted with her. It's nothing that she did or didn't do, I just don't feel it. And this is somewhat normal; I lose interest in most things fast. Most.

I grab her wandering hand and link it with mine to stop her. "Tomorrow maybe. I'm super tired and I don't think that wouldn't be fair to me."

"Fair to me or fair to you?"

"Hmm. Great question."

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It's been too long! I'm so sorry!! Some complications here, and mixed in with starting college there, and some writer's block over there. All adds up to me taking a small hiatus from writing. But I'm back!

Also I told somebody else in the chapter before, I get motivated more when I'm rushed or being pressed so let me know that you want this shit updated (if you do)😩❤️.