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Calypso’s blonde hair is loose down her back, her small tits out on display with her see-through bodysuit, and you can literally see her tiny little nipples through the lace. It’s hot. She comes to me, getting close and wrapping her arms around my neck, her pussy grinding on my leg while the guy behind me grinds on my ass.
I might just combust if I don’t fuck someone, to be honest.
The rest of the girls join us, one of them grinding against the guy’s ass and the rest of them behind Calypso. We just jump, dance, and get lost in the music for a while until even my legs feel a little like jello. I’ve noticed that I’m not drunk enough, so the guy was actually being nice by buying me a drink since I’m clearly not drunk. How sweet.
The girls scatter for whatever reason, and the guy has a renewed sense of urgency with his grinding. It’s as if he suddenly can’t get enough of me, and I know the feeling. Except it’s not with him, but he’ll have to do. I need to have sex with someone else to forgethim.
I grab his hand and bring it around my waist, placing it right over my pussy. He cups me, then expertly begins to rub me with his fingers right over where I need him. My dress hikes up a bit when his whole hand goes under my dress, and his fingers go under my panties as he pushes the fabric aside and begins to rub my clit. I throw my head back against his chest and sway with him, continuing to grind against his cock as he pleasures me. The movement, the beat of the music, even the strobe lights set the perfect scene for my orgasm.
The best part?
When I begin to shake and my knees almost buckle, I don’t have to cover my mouth. It’s so loud in here no one hears me when I come. Goddamn, that was good. I bite my lip and try to steady my breathing while he holds me up, then I look up at him and smirk.
“Let’s go.” I wink, and I can tell he read my lips.
I grab his hand and lead him toward the bar, where I grab two more shots and take them one after the other until he laughs. Then I take two more. His face gets a little serious at this point, but when I pull him toward a single bathroom, he hurries up slightly.
This bathroom has no stalls. Just a toilet, a sink, and a sofa with a side table. It’s fancy, and this place is definitely made to fuck. In fact, I think I’ll do just that.
I look at my phone, and there’s a message.
Nikolai
Did you like my presents?
What? I never even got his number. Did he put it in without me knowing? That’s weird. It doesn’t matter, though; I have shit to do.
I grab my coke out of my little dress pocket and dump it on the side table. I motion for him to give me something to cut it with, and I separate it into four lines for us with his credit card. Looking back at him, he doesn’t look freaked out by me at all, which I can’t tell if it’s a good sign or a very stupid mistake. Probably the latter.
I snort the first line of coke, my nose to the wood, and then the second. My nose feels like it’s on fire, the postnasal drip disgusting. The bitter taste of the snow reaches my tastebuds and I grimace, then lick my finger and pick up the crumbs from the table. I put my fingers on my gums and rub the coke in, then lick over them again.
The guy with no name does the same, so we both stand. I hike up my dress to my waist and kneel on the couch so he can fuck me from behind. Grabbing onto the back of the couch, I lay my head on its side, my cheek to the leather, as I hear a zipper lower and a condom wrapper rip open.
His hand comes around my waist to touch my pussy one more time, “Goddamn, baby,” he says as he lines himself up. “What’s your name?”
“No.” I grin and he sees it, but he just chuckles instead of complaining.
He’s already being too gentle, and we haven’t even started. It’s not what I need. I need abuse, someone who wants to ravish me, to punish me, to fuck me up. I’m about to say this when the door swings open savagely, and just as fast it’s closed.
Nikolai stands there with a heaving chest before he realizes the man isn’t moving. This guy is kind of dense for that. One look at Nik tells me he’s about to lose his goddamn shit, but the guy with his dick out seems to have missed the memo. He advances on us, grabbing the guy with no name and hauling him off me. I close my eyes and lick my lips, mostly in fear, and when I hear a punch and the crunching of bones, I cringe.
“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath, beginning to pull my dress down.
“Oh, no, princess,” Nikolai says through gritted teeth. “Don’t put my ass away.”
“It’s not?—”
Smack.
“You gave me that ass, Camilla, and I’ll be damned if I share it with anyone.” He growls and I tense, “No part of you is up for grabs. What the fuck is so hard to understand about that?”
“You don’townme, Nik,” I reply, quickly realizing my mistake.
“Then why did you just call me Nik?” He grabs me by the back of the neck and pulls me off the couch, my dress still hiked up. “You know I love it when you call me that,solnyshko.”
My breath catches in my throat. Just like that, it’s released in a whoosh when he slaps my pussy. “Ow!” I yelp.
“Serves you right, Camilla.” He chuckles, pulling down my dress while I right my hair. He leans in, his mouth against my ear, “That’smycunt.”
