I locked eyes with my best friend, wondering whether I should tell her the truth. Even then, I knew that even if I told the truth, she wouldn’t believe it.
"For what it's worth, I'm glad you got to experience the other side of your sexuality, but you have tried to look for him. He's nowhere to be found because he doesn't want to be found, Sienna." Her green eyes softened.
I tried to speak, but the driver was already pulling over in front of the building.
"Now"—she reached for my dress, adjusting my cleavage to look more enticing—"we are going to go in there, have the night of our lives, and fuck any hot man available, should the need arise. You in?"
I rolled my eyes, biting down on my lip. "Such a slut."
"You know you like it."
We squealed, nudging each other as we alighted from the car. The bouncers at the entrance scanned our IDs before letting us into the chaotic space.
The club looked like a rave, with the loud, thumping music in the background, neon lights that bathed every inch of the space in a colorful glow, and sweaty bodies gliding against one another on the dance floor.
A wide grin spread across my face as Rose grabbed my hand, leading us to the bar.
"Whiskey. Neat. Two glasses!" I yelled at the top of my lungs at the curly-haired bartender.
"Coming right up, gorgeous!"
The bartender handed us our drinks with a wink that made me blush. Rose and I clinked our glasses together. After we asked for a refill, I dragged her to the dance floor when my favorite song came on.
Rose and I giggled, nudging each other. Our bodies fell in sync as we rocked and ground against each other. It was freeing, liberating, and consuming all at once. The sweaty crowd faded into oblivion, and soon, it was just me, the music, and the movements of my body.
My fingers went into my hair, my hips swaying softly as my eyes fluttered shut.
And then, I felt something else.
My breath slowly hitched. I didn’t know. Maybe I was imagining being watched, or someone was watching. Every inch of my nerves came alive, my vision tipping slowly to the edge until I was surrounded by nothing but darkness. My edges sharpened.
Something in me wanted to let go, and that was what I did. My legs quivered slightly from having to clench my thighs sohard because of how wet I was. My tits felt heavy, and when I ran my hands over my chest, I could feel my nipples stiff and hard.
It was dirty, repulsive, and twisted.
I shouldn’t be imagining someone I didn't know what he looked like looking at me, but I did.
A hard object hit my ass, causing my eyes to snap open. I looked over my shoulder only to be hit with the smell of alcohol on the person’s breath.
"Your ass looks so good in this dress." He grunted.
I fought back the urge to puke, spinning around swiftly.
"Get away from me before I crush your dick with my heels," I seethed.
He glared at me, but then his lips slowly twisted into a sadistic smile as his hands went up in a mock surrender.
"Sorry, princess."
"Scram."
I heaved a sigh of relief once he was gone. Rose’s gaze locked on mine when I looked over my shoulder.
"Are you okay?"
I nodded. "Yeah, I just need to get some air. I’ll be back." The club suddenly felt suffocating, and I needed to get the hell out of Dodge.
My vision was clouded with tipsiness when I stepped out of the club. Moans and groans of pleasure reached my ears from the parking lot, and I shuddered from disgust. But I wasn’t one to judge, not when I was drugged and kidnapped a while back, and I was blindfolded and fucked in different ways that I was ashamed to admit that I enjoyed as the depraved little whore that I was.
