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I had to parallel park in the street so we could get close to the door to the club. If there was one thing you were guaranteed while in the heart of the city, it was that there was never enough parking.
I got out of the car, walked around the hood, and went to hold open the door for Taylor, helping her out. I couldn’t help but let my gaze drop to her body when she stepped out and fixed her dress. She did look stunning.
No, more than that. She looked downright hot. Sexy as hell. Sin on two legs. Taylor probably had no idea how crazy she could drive men—and boys, I guess. Anyone with a cock who was old enough to have the general idea of how to use it.
She slipped her hand in mine, and together we walked toward the club on the sidewalk.
At night, the city was a different place. Full of bright neon lights and flickering signs, the sidewalks were never empty. This was a college city, so its nightlife was on another level. People were always caught up in their own lives; it’s what made this city such a perfect home for the Guild. No one cared enough to really pay attention to what you were doing.
Taylor had chosen this particular club because it was located far enough away from her college that she’d assumed she’d be safe from accidentally walking into her friend or someone who knew her friend—but that didn’t mean the club wasn’t packed. The sidewalk leading up to the front doors was evidence enough of what dwelled within.
People. Lots and lots of people.
Most of the girls were dressed similarly to Taylor, with tight, short dresses that left nothing to the imagination. Hair that was either curled or crimped; in no way their natural hair. Lots of sparkling jewelry and makeup that made them look as if they’d been airbrushed.
That’s one thing I liked about Taylor. Even when she wore makeup, she didn’t layer it on her face. She never hid her true beauty. She didn’t need to spend an hour or more in front of a mirror every single morning to be gorgeous. She simply was.
The guys all wore similar clothes: jeans and t-shirts, basically. Where the girls tried hard, the guys hardly tried at all. That, I think, was akin to how guys usually tried outside environments like this. We’d been blessed with dicks. We ran the world, and we dictated that women should be the ones to yearn for a non-natural beauty.
We walked up to the door, where the bouncer stood, collecting money and checking identification—you had to be at least eighteen to enter a club like this, and if you were under twenty-one, you got a stamp on your arm that probably wouldn’t wash off too easily. As I handed over our I.D.s for the bouncer to check, I couldn’t help but toss a glance around us.
All of these people, these strangers, crammed into one place together. It definitely wasn’t safe. Working for the Guild, doing what I did, knowing the lengths humanity would go to make others suffer… it had made me strongly dislike crowds in general.
The bouncer handed our I.D.s back, and he rattled off the cost to enter. A few feet away, another bouncer stood, looking sour as he constantly surveyed the crowd that had gathered in front of the doors.
I handed him my card, which he then held up against a small device attached to his phone. He gave it back and spoke, gruff, “Left arm.” This was directly at Taylor, and she offered up her left arm in response. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small stamp, pressing it just above her wrist, on her forearm. With a harsh jerk of his head, we were finally allowed in.
I took Taylor’s hand in mine, and together, we pushed inside.
If I thought the outside of the place was crowded, it was nothing compared to how busy the inside of the club was. Once you got through the small hall near the entrance, it opened up into a large space with hanging lights that twirled on the high ceiling. The place was dark, save for the flashing of the disco lights every now and then, and nearly the entire room was a dance floor. A bar area sat on the far side of the room on the right, but not many people hung around it. Most, it looked like, were busy dancing in front of the DJ or wherever they could shake their bodies.
The music was loud, too. It thumped in the air so hard you could feel it in your bones. It rattled your heart and got your blood pumping. I couldn’t imagine how much louder the music was if you were near the DJ in the back, near his giant speakers.
I didn’t know what Taylor wanted to do, if she wanted to dance or if there was something else she had planned. It seemed like the only thing to do here, besides drink if you were over twenty-one, was dance. I wasn’t much of a dancer myself, but if that’s what she wanted, I would try.
Make a fool of myself, most likely, but for her, I’d play the fool if I had to.
I leaned down to her, asking in a shout, “Do you want to dance?” You had to shout if you wanted yourself to be heard over the ridiculously loud music. I was twenty-nine years old; places like this never appealed to me, but I could understand why some might like it. A place where you could dress up and pretend to be someone else, maybe hook up with a stranger, and when tomorrow rolled around, act like nothing happened.
Taylor nodded, and I led her into the crowd dancing to the beat. Dancing, jumping, grinding; whatever verb you wanted to use to describe what they were doing. As we walked, I tried not to notice how random guys would check her out, how their heads turned as she sauntered by, their eyes often dropping to her ass and her legs.
I could contain the jealousy inside. I could.
No, more like I had to. I couldn’t go around starting fights in public places, especially places where people could easily take out their phones and film it. As a Guild member, I was forbidden from the spotlight. It’s why I was clueless as a grandparent when it came to Facebook or Instagram or whatever new app people were using these days.
I didn’t need to be good at those apps to do my job. Hunting and killing was one of the oldest professions in the book; far older than the internet in general.
I stopped walking when we reached the center of the big crowd, pulling Taylor toward me. Her chest leaned against mine, and her head angled up at me, the dim lights shining in those pretty green eyes. There was hardly any room for us here; I could feel the people around us gyrating with their own movements, but I supposed that was the point.
With one quick look around, it seemed there was no set way to dance. Some couples were grinding, others were just swaying with the beat. Since I was not the kind of man who could sit back and let someone else take the lead, I chose how we would dance.
I set my hands on Taylor’s hips, fingers digging into the dress as I spun her around, slamming her backside against me. With the height difference, her ass wasn’t quite level with what she should be grinding against, but that was fine. I didn’t mind. If I felt that ass grinding directly on my cock, I might just lose whatever cool I had left.
Taylor leaned her head back against my chest, and together, with my hands on her sides, we danced.
We danced for I didn’t know how long. I stopped paying attention to the songs playing, tuned out the people around us. Every ounce of my attention zeroed in on Taylor. The way she moved, how sweat lined her face after a while, the way she made certain parts of me hard even if she didn’t grind directly on it.
We moved like frantic, erratic animals, stuck in a crowd of strangers doing the same. I didn’t know if I’d call it fun—I’d much rather be at home, just her and I, where I could shower her body with the attention it deserved—but it certainly wasn’t boring.
