One second my fingers were entangled with Annalisa's than the next the draft behind my back disappears. A feel of a hard chest presses against me from behind, muscled arms enveloping around me pulling me back into a strong embrace, lips against my ear as the figures head comes down to my cheeks.

"Dance with me Tesoro" he says, teeth gently grazing the shell of my ear.

That rich accent evident in his tone, I fight to move but he roughly keeps me at bay, grinding himself behind my ass, the arousal apparent through his jeans growing stiffer and stiffer, and I let out a soft moan to the friction. My mouth waters with excitement, picturing graphic images of him sprawling me onto the floor, all eyes on us as they witness him impaling me.

Shivers race down my spine as I feel his hands trail up my legs, Annalisa has longed ditched me for another individual nearby, leaving me merciless in the grasp of Alessandro.

A sea of goosebumps rise on my skin, my head spiraling with the wildest thoughts, the scent of his cologne was overbearing, even with this sour smell looming above us, he smelled delicious and felt ever so good. The pad of my fingers isn't even touching him in this moment, but as he pushes into me, my soft skin was no match.

Toned, muscled, and strong.

I fall into his embrace, melting to his touch, sucking in sharp breaths to the feel of his lips and teeth as he gently grazes the outside of my ear lobe. Swaying side to side to the music running in our streams. I'm levitating in such forbidden a river of sin.

Whatever was in the air it sure pumped a mood in body.

Only when I felt his fingers sliding under the hem of my dress my common sense propelled in and I flung to catch his wrist with my smaller soft hand. Our fingers entangle as I try to keep him from going up any further, he'll feel it for sure. My naked pussy, weeping from his touch.

She begs me to let him whip out his dick and stuff me to the point my whole-body lacks oxygen.

A thickly chuckle rumbles my backside, his breath in my canal, "I already see it Tesoro, your attempts aren't selling." his head leans down to my sharpened nipples, poking through the thin dress. "Just how badly you really want me." Even with the music rumbling the soles of our feet, the thickness in his voice was a spear.

I knew what he was getting at, my attempts are unsuccessful, or maybe I just didn't bother to try.

I had given up fighting him and instead listened to the cries of my body, driven by lust my head fall to his chest, I could nearly fuse into his skin with the proximity, the mood is set so admirably; slow, and sensual as I grind against him. No longer could I run away from him, especially not now, not when my body refused.

Going against all boundaries, my fingers grip at the loose of his jeans at his sides holding him in place, pressing my ass onto his erection. A strained grunt releases from his throat, does he like this? my soft ass pressing onto him from behind? is this his favorite position? bending over his partners for deeper pleasure. It only makes me questions just how endowed he truly is and judging by the swollen organ.

He is a man above and below. A true force to reckon with. I gulped.

His stubbly jaw nudges at my cheek forcing me to twist my head, my eyes hazed with a clouded need. Through the minimal blue lighting of the club, I peer up to the silhouette of his face, his lashes evenly curved, sharp jawline and his loose strands of his curly hair. The feel of his lips on the side of my temple, plump and soft ever so inviting.

I wet the bottom of my lip as he spouts what could only be words of pleasure to me. Italian accent prominent with and aggressive as he roughly grinds onto me with no care of the circumstances, a soft sensation bubbling in the pits of my gut.

I don't have the slightest idea what he is saying, but that only builds into the fantasy, he is harsh, the words fall like a promise as he humps into me harder than the last, a growl in his throat. I stand merciless, losing my grip and balance.

A heat creeping on my nerves as my legs wobbled, my pussy licks. Each dried thrust only irritating this ache further, pools of thick liquid leaks from my clit, dampening the trimmed hairs on my folds. A release screaming to pour from me, the sensation had me parting my lips releasing strained groans of my own.

Pressure assembles at the bottom of my abdomen, "Ah". I cry out.

My head burying itself on his broadened chest and with that he takes the opportunity to move his hand from my bicep and wrap it around my throat, so calloused and rough, the other hand cups my pussy at the front.

In the middle of this dance floor, he feels me up, hands moving about freely, exploring, finding all my weakest spots to purposely tease them.

The sensation below burns, I feel it traveling lower, nearing the opening of my pussy. My skin heats, I can't fight it anymore and convulse onto the ground, the sound of a splash garners attention from a few couples nearby, they curiously glance only for a second before tending to their own. Out of breath and exhausted, my body threatens to crumble to the ground, in time Alessandro's hands slither around my waist catching me.

My soul ascends to the clouds at such an intense release, somehow the sound of my faint breaths was louder than the music around us as I come in tune with everything. I just released years' worth of pent-up frustration, my clit still spasms, yearning for more. Hunched over and ready to fall into a much-needed hibernation when Alessandro's hands glide up my body aligning my back to his chest.

The feel of his stubbly jaw scratch at my earlobe. "Ti farò implorare per me." (I'm going to make you beg for me). He says gravely, warm breath blowing at the strands of my curls, and with those final words he plants another kiss to my side temple. And his body heat disappears.

Delirious and weakened, until my backside is struck with a soft palm.

"You alright?" Came the delicate voice of a woman.

I twist my head in the dim blue darkness, meeting the face a woman, light colored eyes and porcelain skin, a gracious smile on her rosy lips as she analyzes the mess on the floor.

She looks at me and back to a group of girls, most of them not even hiding their smirks or laughs as they peer to me, It is fair to assume they have kept their eyes on us for a while, What started as a night to get away ended with more burdens, I should be here mortified but instead stand there at the center glancing to every eye that looked to me, an exhilaration twiddling at the ends of my fingertips.

Each gaze was an expression of elation, intrigued by what they just witnessed, all but one. A girl with lighter hair, standing furthest at the end of her peers, her eyes are quizzical and deep, she searches for something beyond me. Was it judgement?

"Hey, aren't you, Destiny Campbell?" she than questions.

My creeping smile falls, heart lurches from my chest skipping a dozen beats. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

The looks of excitement fall, all eyes of the young girls now beaming with curiosity. "Omg!" the others squeal, and just like that my demeanor falters, I twist and turn into the crowd.

Within this dark room I walk with no purpose, blindly walking about not sure the way of getting out, shoved and bumped about by the many passing figures that dance and grind in their own bubble. Acid boiling at my stomach, I feel sick. Vision swirling, a painful memory of my betrayal the more my wet thighs rub against each other.

It's all too much. I feel heavy. A smell follows me around me, looks are casted my way and the anxiety deepen.

It was my decision to become a public figure, and now I reap for that decision. I can't hide.

The air is suffocating, I'm ready to crumble when a familiar voice pulls me up from drowning.

Soft breasts run into my bicep, "Hey! you alright?"

The whiskey on her breath is strong, but it tips me over the edge just enough to expel the acid clawing up my throat, all over her shoes.

God-damnit.

***

"It was the best" Analisa slurs, her head lying on my lap as she reminisces of her 'magical knight with some magical friend', whilst I was breaking vows, getting recognized with another man hat wasn't my own and to finally staining the floor of the club with bile. Shameful and downright humiliating. I sigh, digging my eyes into my skull, it is a price to pay for becoming a public figure, eyes follow me around. Picking apart and judging every movement and anyone I associate with.

The fault is mine, and I have no one to blame by myself. I could just learn my lesson and stop it, but did I really want to? what was wrong with exploring? besides nothing wrong with fantasizing, many married women rub their pussy to the thought of another man, for crise sake they finger themselves to fictional characters. As long as I don't touch and now even that was out of the window.

"He was so smooth..."

I blink from my gaze out the window, the weight of Annalisa's head weighs down on my lap as I come in tune, I forgot she was here with me, resting on my lap in the back of the Lyft. I distant her voice, didn't even realize she was still talking, a momentary worry flows through me hearing her slur on, at any point could ask for my opinion.

My worries rest hearing her ramble on about the mysterious person, taking the opportunity m fingers glide through her hair. A night truly worth remembering of the old times, getting piss drunk, sitting in the back of Lyft heading to her home. It was a part of my lively hood.

But as of tonight, it felt traitorous. The scenery is all too familiar, rancid smells of vomit and alcohol, a drunken Analisa cuddled up into me. Back then it was easier folding our bodies into an uber, our hips weren't so plump, nor were we models, and I wasn't married.

***

I watch the tires of the Lyft roll away, red beams of the vehicles light fade until disappearing around the curve. My arm around Annalisa's waist trying to keep her steady, all her weight leaning on me.

"Ugh, what a night." She recites as I struggle, reminding myself why I don't allow her to drink very much, hence why she takes forever to choose.

"Ye-yep" I strained trying to keep our weights afloat. Barely capable of keeping myself steady from the alcohol coursing through me.

"The drink was so strong, an-and he was so-so strooong" her breath fans my face, the stench of rum and vodka was overbearing, it sent my mind on a frenzy, battling the sickness bubbling in my gut. Luckily the door of her condo appears the moment of freedom is almost upon me, all that was left was the keys, a drunk person's weakness.

Either that or we camp on the ground for the night. I fumble in her purse, an exhaustion finally over coming her and she nearly slouches to the ground dragging me with along.

Fuck, there is so much junk in here, is that hot sauce? why is there a left-over chicken bone? anything imaginable except the sound of anything metallic, suddenly than I winced to a sharp slice of my finger, an edge of sharp paper pierces through my flesh. The hell, paper cut.

Just my luck, Annalisa thuds to the ground on the red carpeted floor of the hallway, ripping a few strands of my hair along with her. This night just couldn't be any worse. Aggravated I dumped everything out the purse, clinks of loose coins and pens landing on the ground, crinkled receipts and a mint trident pact. Silver keys hidden underneath, next to a card with fresh blood smears on the edge.

The markings of the letters were all too familiar, Royal blue credentials, 'Goldstein Nanometrics.'

My husband's company.

I furrow my brows ready to question how and why Annalisa would suddenly take interest in market investing. Perhaps a plan B once our modeling contract is over. Her stomach gurgles, tiny bubbles popping her gut, chest rises heavily as if she fights an urge.

Shit, shit, shit.

"Hold on sweetie," I giggle, in a panic to lift her up so she doesn't suffocate on her own vomit. Next is to drag her inside, Son of a bitch.

***

I heave heavily landing on her couch, breaths staggered as I stare up to her popcorn ceiling. I won't even say never again, despite the way it ended It was a thrill. The adrenaline still soaring in my veins, heartbeats exhilarating at the memories of tonight at the feel of Alessandro's hands.

Telling someone not to do something, only makes them curious to find out and for a while I have strayed from unpleasant thoughts; what would life be like if I had chosen to be around the wrong peers? or if I had turned down the scout on the streets that day. No point in reminiscing, now I was faced with a new challenge.

An itch, I just couldn't help to scratch. And as for tonight I scratched a little too deep and bruised. As deep as it was, I'll take that as my cue to end this fascination. A secret I'll bring to the grave.

Annalisa snorts in the midst of her snoring aside me, her body jolting for air, "Mmmm" she moans, twisting her body to adjust to whatever ache was bubbling her body.

She already vomited half her soul earlier; it was hell gathering her to a shower and changing her clothes.

"Destiny" she whines, still halfway in her slumber as she leisurely raises an arm to me.

Softly I entangle mine, "I'm here, I'm here." I assure. Keeping my voice to an appropriate sound to not irritate the incoming headache.

"Thank you for tonight." she hoarse cradling the back of my hand. "I had so much fun, I danced my heart out and I drank a lot." As she speaks her body scoots into me.

"I am glad" I chuckle, allowing space for her to squeeze into.

The alcohol scent on her body has long diminished, but a faint trace of it still on her breath. Thank the higher power we have no work tomorrow, though I still need to call my husband and let him know I haven't been kidnapped.

"Who was that guy tonight, Destiny?" Annalisa suddenly speaks in the silence, whatever thought I had was instantly forgotten, and I stilled. I felt her steady breaths next to me, I thought she was asleep.

"Hm? wh-what do you mean?"

"That guy you were dancing with, he looked like your neighbor."

The beats of my heart thunders, but why? I stood in the middle of the dance floor as a public figure, allowing another man to grope every inch of my body to the point clothes became irritable. Of course, Annalisa saw, despite her drowsy and semi awareness state.

Gravely I swallow, conjuring up any lie my brain can create in nano seconds, however, the way my body shakes would not sell it enough. I am caught.

"I-"

"It isn't fair," she cuts in. "I wanted to dance with you."

The remaining words disintegrate, "Huh?"

Sluggishly she draws her body in closer to me, our breasts sandwiching against each other, the weight of her against me was nearly suffocating hadn't I parted my legs. Soft strands of her hair hovering against my cheeks, the whiff of the alcohol on her breath domineering and clouding any of my judgment.

"I have always saved a dance for you," Her lips against mine.

"Uh- Anna?"

"Shh, it isn't fair." She moans, using a free hand to run her cold fingers down my cheeks. I shivered at the contact. "Everyone has a chance with this hottie but me."

"Anna sweetie," My tone is nervous-like. There is a distant look in her eyes, but it felt like she was very much in tune with what is currently happening. "You need to sleep sweetie it is ti-"

I freeze in place, only my fingers twiddle with the mind of its own, confusing reality as I stare distantly, wide eyed at Annalisa's forehead, her lips pressing into mine.