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In any case, after a two-day marathon session, we wound up at a nightclub around one in the morning. They arranged a VIP section and bottle service for us. Normally, I didn’t go in for all the pretentious bullshit. When you have money, at a certain point, not much impresses you. You can only eat so many goddamn lobsters. You know what I mean? Still, I liked these guys well enough, so I figured I’d put up with all the pomp and circumstance.
At first I was a bit put off by all the noise from the music, the crowd. After all, I wasn’t twenty-three anymore. Still, the drinks kept coming, and as the effects of the alcohol settled in, I mellowed. For the most part, we chatted and got to know each other a little better outside of their offices. And I was in need of a bit of mindless distraction. Of course it wasn’t long before our presence there brought a shapely diversion right to my lap.
At first a couple of them showed up. Then one or two more. Like a well-oiled machine, the scantily-clad group of women began to mingle with the guys, when a final one emerged from the crowd of dancing, sweaty bodies. She was the one that caught my eye.
What a goddamn beauty. Fucking stunning, really.
Tall, six feet at least in her heels. She wore a skin tight mini-dress and what can I say? She was easy on the eyes.
She swayed when she walked. But not in a goddamn forced way. It was the way she moved naturally. You could tell. She swept her dress under her knees as she took a seat beside me and turned her upper body in my direction. Her legs shimmered in the dim light of the club. Nothing was out of place, or accidental, about her appearance.
Curious to hear her pitch, I licked my lips as I reached for my cocktail. I’d already had quite a bit to drink at this point. And I could handle myself; but for some reason, I’d gotten drunk to a point I ordinarily don’t. In any case, I took a sip.
Her eyes were dark, almost black, and they sparkled like onyx as she leaned in towards me. Shocks of matching ink black hair curled in wild strands in front of her face. Like something from Greek mythology, she smiled at me with a seductive curl to her lips.
“I’m Ginger,” she cooed. “What’s your name, handsome?”
I took a pull from my beverage as she spoke but didn’t reply. She edged closer and that’s when her scent first hit me. Most of these girls always smelled about the same. Like they’d sprayed cotton candy from a bottle all over their body. I often wondered why they felt the need. Maybe it was to cover up. You know, the shame of it all? I wasn’t a goddamn shrink or anything, but it sure seemed to be a common trait. Not this one though. Her scent was subtle, alluring. And she had the attitude to match. Even so, helluva a world where a woman who looked like she did had to whore herself out to get ahead.
“Do you care?” I asked, as I placed my rocks glass back down on the table. As I reclined back into the couch, the room seemed to turn, almost spin.
The woman’s lips stretched to their maximum, barely restraining the flash of her teeth. She shook her head once in each direction then slid her fingertips to my knee.
“No. I don’t,” she replied.
She sucked her lower lip and tossed a swath of her hair away from her eyes. I stared at her as an overwhelming urge rose up inside of me. I didn’t want to tip my hand, so I leaned away from her and pressed my back into the couch. Undaunted, she scooted closer to me, like a wanton serpent, wrapping the fingers of her free hand over my thigh as well. She curled her nails under like sexual talons and communicated her intent.
“What are you doing whilst you’re here?” she asked.
I arched a brow at her as I fought to restrain a hard swallow. “Does it matter?”
She licked her lips as she ran her hands further along the inside of my thigh. Her smile vanished. A look of unmistakable intent took its place.
“No. It doesn’t.”
“Okay, so let’s talk about something else.”
She shook her head and moved in closer. “No.”
“No? What?”
“Let’s not talk.”
She leaned in pressed her lips against mine.
It was the last thing I remembered.
GREY
When consciousness returned, I awoke to a headache that felt like someone had taken a goddamn brick to my skull. I rolled my head with a slow twist to the nightstand and spun the clock in my direction. It was just past eight in the morning. I inhaled, pressed my head back into the pillow and rubbed my eyes with the base of my palms.
“Fuck,” I muttered.
Just then, to my left, I heard a soft whimper.
Arching a brow, I cast a glance in the direction of the sound. Streaks of bright white sunlight poured in through the half-open window curtains. Lying next to me, nude, was the prostitute from the club. Too ill to react, I shook my head in confusion.
Huh? What the fuck?
I shot to my feet, nearly losing my balance in the process.
She had almost no reaction to my sudden movement. She only moaned and shifted her position a bit. My eyes wandered along her body, which lay partially exposed from beneath the fine hotel bed linens. Even in my hungover state, it was an easy eyeful. She was fucking perfect. Long legs, round ass. I continued to linger, trailing my eyes up the length of her backside until I reached her angelic face, draped in unruly stands of her black hair.
I wiped my hands down the length of my face. Clenching my teeth, I turned away from her and went to the restroom. A few moments later, I grabbed a glass and filled it with water. Hammering it back, I savored the cool liquid as it quenched my thirst, but only a little. In rapid succession, I drank several more until at last, after the third glass, I placed it back down on the marble sink with a clink.
I braced myself over the sink, locking my arms in place.
I stood there in silence for a few seconds, hoping some goddamn memory would come back. Nothing did. Exhaling, I reached for the faucet, turned it on and cupping one handful after another, I splashed cold water in my face. The wetness woke me up a little more, clearing away the vodka-laced cobwebs from my mind. I reached for a towel and pressed it hard against my face, breathing heat into it as I exhaled.
Just then, I felt a pair of hands slip low across my waist and head straight for my cock. Shocked, I tossed the towel away from my face and spun in place. Even a night of heavy drinking had no effect on her. Her skin glowed with a youthful lust. Dark hair hung down low, just covering the top of her ample tits.
Her dark eyes sparkled with eagerness as she moved close to me, pressing her shapely figure against my body. It felt good. No straight man would think otherwise. Her eyes softened and narrowed as she reached down towards my dick and made a slow caress against it. I remained still, stone-faced, as she leaned in towards me and kissed me on the cheek. Afterward, she moved her lips up to my ear and after kissing my earlobe, she whispered, “Good morning.”
I swallowed as she pulled away from me. She turned away and walked to the toilet, closing the door behind her. I didn’t respond. What the fuck would I even say? I didn’t remember a goddamn thing. Her greeting left little to the imagination though, so I exhaled and walked back to the bed where I sat down and tried to stop the room from spinning so goddamn much.
She reappeared and hovered over the sink. The water gurgled and splashed for a few seconds until she finished, turned and began to walk back towards me. Once she’d gotten to within a few feet, she paused and placed a hand on her hip.
“Well?” she asked.
I grimaced at her. “Well, what?”
“My money,” she began. “Remember you said you’d pay me first thing.”
“I did?” I replied. “Honey, I don’t remember a fucking thing from last night.”
She scoffed. “Well, you did. Listen, don’t force me to make a call here. You seem like a nice guy.”
I nodded and waved her off.
“Just, okay. Look, don’t worry about it. Relax.”
I stood and walked past her. “How much?”
“Four thousand pounds.”
I stopped in place and scoffed as I reached down for my billfold. Fishing out the money, I turned back towards her, extending the cash in her direction. “Jesus Christ honey, whatdya have—a cape hanging off that pussy of yours?”
She took the money from me with a firm tug.
“The money’s not for my pussy,” she replied. Waving it in my face, she continued, “It’s for my time.”
Confused, I rubbed the top of my head. “What the hell are you talking about? What do you mean your time?”
All of a sudden, she started gathering up her things. As she began to get dressed, she explained further.
“Yeah, nothing happened,” she said with a shrug.
“But… you’re naked.”
“Oh, I can’t sleep unless I’m nude.” She paused with an armful of clothes and stood to face me. Continuing, she said, “I’d be willing to give you a go though, if you’re ready.”
This chick was fucking crackers. Certifiable. How would I not fuck her?
She stepped towards me and cradled my cock in her hands, “Because I know I am ready for this.”
Shaking my head, I gently pried her hand loose.
“Honey, what the hell are you talking about?” I gestured towards her and then back to myself. “We… We didn’t fuck?”
“No,” she said with a casual shrug. “You just wanted to talk.”
