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“Oh, you like it rough, huh?” he comments, and I hear a zipper behind me.
Those words should terrify me. His touch should disgust me. But they don’t. I’m so fucking close. For years I dreamed of being able to get revenge on the men who left me a broken husk, and now I’m actually here, actually going to do it.
“Fuck me,” I spit out, ready for my victory orgasm.
My underwear is yanked aside right before he thrusts in, hard. Thank fuck I’m wet from the power and adrenaline of dancing, of this moment, otherwise that would have hurt. He keeps a hand tight on my neck as he pounds into me, taking no mercy. His balls smack against me and it's actually kind of delicious.
“Yeah, baby,” I moan.
“You like that?” He slaps my ass, and I let out a squeak. Neil seems to like that, and he pushes harder. I’m pretty sure my hips will be bruised by morning, but fuck it. No shame in my game, and it’s hardly the first time. I’m ready to take back the power they all took from me, and honestly? I couldn’t stop it from happening if I wanted to.
My body tenses in ecstasy, milking his cock for all it’s worth. When his hand drops and his movements pick up, I know he’s close. I push my ass back, wiggling just enough to drag out my own orgasm and claim his.
“Fuck!” he shouts as he empties himself into me, his grip on my neck getting tighter. My eyes widen as he squeezes too hard. I see spots on the corner of my vision, but he lets go.
He pulls out and steps back, caressing and slapping my ass one more time.
“Damn, girl,” he mutters, and I turn to give him a seductive look, relishing the look on his face. I know that expression well. Pussy struck.
“What’d you say your name was again?”
“Didn’t,” I purr, before standing up straight and winking. Pulling my underwear back into place, I look up at him. “Echo. Now, I assume that means I’ve got the job, so maybe you can tell me where the bathroom is?”
He grins and adjusts himself before nodding to the left.
“Just that way. Hurry back.”
Still in nothing but my platforms, underwear, and bra, I make my way across the club to the bathroom. I feel Neil’s eyes watching me and add the extra sway to my hips.
Once I’m in the bathroom, I let out a small sigh, rushing through a quick clean-up. This isn’t my first rodeo, though, and it doesn’t take me long. Leaning into the mirror, I take a look at my makeup, confirming it’s not too mussed up. I pause a moment, taking in the reflection that is so different from what it was all those years ago.
Long dark hair frames my face, the high cheekbones and full lips. Dying my hair was the easiest of it all, though. There’s more metal than bone in my face now, but money can work miracles and I had some of the best surgeons in the world working on me. If I take my makeup off, though, the small scars are still there, evidence of that night. The brown contact lenses cover the vivid green of my eyes.
Not willing to reflect on it any longer, I grab my purse and make my way back out into the club. My eyes wander the room, but I don’t see Neil anywhere.
“He went up to his office, he’ll be back in a few. Told me to tell you to wait,” the bartender says.
I nod and make my way back over to the bar. I suppose I should feel embarrassed, I’m sure this guy knows what we just did, but I’ve done much, much worse. Exhibitionist sex is nothing compared to some of the things I’ve done.
“Thanks,” I reply, taking a seat at the bar. “I’m Echo.”
I hold out my hand, and the bartender looks at it warily before looking up at me. I know he was watching me dance, but the way he’s looking at me now is making me question whether or not he is gay.
Usually I’ve got great gaydar, but apparently tonight I’m a bit off.
He’s my type, for sure, so I kind of hope not. Broad shoulders, slightly darker skin and hair long enough for me to grab. The eyeliner somehow adds to it and just makes his eyes look deeper, more mysterious.
“I won’t bite, I promise,” I joke and the corner of his lip quirks up. A hint of a dimple hides on his cheek and my first thought is that I’d like to lick it.
Fuck’s sake, Echo, cool your shit, I tell myself.
“Killian,” he replies, extending his hand. “Want a drink or something while you wait?”
I shake my head. At least for tonight, or for now, I want to keep my wits about me. When I get back home though? Better believe I am going to be pulling out the good stuff.
Better make a stop on my way.
“I’m alright.”
