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Andrea
Workisfuckinginsane.
Jake did a fantastic job advertising this party because I have never seen it so crammed in here and for once I am thankful for my lack of clothes.
I am sweating my ass off running around here trying to serve everyone’s drinks. It's also my job to keep the DJ hydrated as well. But on a better note, I have got to be making a shit ton of tips because there are only three of us working tonight. Cassie and I are the only two bartenders that agreed to take tonight's shift, so we have the owner, Jake, helping us out as well. It's weird seeing him slinging drinks alongside us, he usually just hangs out in his office all night. He is not usually one to be doing the bitch work.
About three hours into my shift, I realize the DJ is waving me down. He must need another drink, too. I quickly make his drink and grab him a bottle of water as well. The biggest downfall of tonight is the jacked setup and having to swim through the sea of people just to get to him. Once I get to him, he thanks me profusely and I head back to the bar, using the outside wall to avoid the dance floor.
I don't make it very far. About halfway around the room, I slam into some guy as he twirls around and rams right into me, spilling his beer down the front of my body. Soaking me in the foul-smelling liquid.
“Hey bitch, why don't you watch where the fuck you are going?” he slurs as he sways where he stands, barely able to stay upright.
Having to yell to be heard over the music, I lean in just enough so that he can understand me.
“Why don't you watch where the fuckyouare going? Stop acting like a toddler and we wouldn't be having this problem now, would we?”
Apparently, I chose the wrong set of words because he goes off like a firework. He throws his, now empty, glass to the floor and stumbles toward me, quickly backing me into the wall. I try to push him off me but he is easily three times my size, and drunk so he doesn't move. He twirls me around and slams my body into the wall with such force that I lose all the air in my lungs. Gasping to catch my breath again, he cages me in with his arms. Leaning in close, I can smell his rancid breath.
“Maybe I did it on purpose. I sure do love to see my entire beer dripping down this hot ass body.”
Running one of his hands down the length of my body, lingering over my breasts for too long. His other comes up to cup my bare ass under my skirt, causing my whole body to shudder in utter disgust.
“Get the fuck off of me, you piece of shit.”
Using everything in me, I summon my wolf to help me get this fucker off of me. Planting my arms against the wall in front of me, I shove off as hard as I physically can. Throwing him back, I spin around quickly just in time to watch him stumble back before falling on his ass. Turning to run, I am instantly caught by two other drunk assholes, who slam me back up against the wall. One on each side, pinning an arm above me, causing my chest to push out, showing off my breasts more than before as my top fights to contain them.
These three have some serious balls to be trying this shit in a packed bar. Especially with the way they look. Like seriously? The first guy looks like he crawled right out of an Alabama trailer park. White tank top and all. The second guy has a pot belly bigger than I have ever seen. Then there's the third guy, he is scrawny compared to the other two but he has a choppy ass mullet, dip tucked into his lip, and smells like an outhouse. I think it’s safe to say their new names are Backwoods, Porky, and Billy.
“You little bitch. You are going to regret that for the rest of your miserable life,” Porky whispers in my ear.
“We are going to have so much fun with this thick little body tonight. And you are going to enjoy it,” Billy spits out as his hand slides across my thigh, reaching up under my skirt.
Looking up, I see Backwoods finally getting up off the floor ungracefully. He stumbles toward me again and wraps his hand around my throat, shoving his other hand into my hair to pull my face toward his. Looking over his shoulder, I can barely make out the DJ, who is flagging down security and pointing our way.
Just as his face is an inch away from mine, my wolf comes to life within me and gives me the strength that I need to defend myself. My eyes glow an icy blue in the darkness of the club and have the asshole in my face freezing. A look of terror shines back at me through his own dull, lifeless eyes. Yanking my arms out of the hold I am in, I reach under my skirt and grab the knife that I stashed in my waistband after the other night.
Flipping it open, a smile grows across my face as I twirl it around in my hand. I grab Backwoods by the front of his shirt and drive the blade straight into his thigh. Making sure to drive it as far as it will go before twisting the blade to the side. He screams as I pull it free before leaning in so he can hear me.
“I hate to say it, baby, but you aren't the ones that will have fun with this body tonight. You don't deserve a single thing that I have to offer.”
His two goons try to grab me again, attempting to defend the sobbing asshole. But just as I'm about to slice Porky open, security finally reaches where we're pressed up against the far wall. Ruining any more fun for me, they grab all three men and drag them out of the building.
Flipping my blade closed, I slip it back to where it was hidden, and that's when I realize how much blood is covering my hand. I stare, mesmerized by the sight of it as it trails down my hand and wrists. The coppery smell makes my mouth water, piquing my curiosity.
All I hear is my wolf purring. The sound around me has dissipated completely as I zone in on the blood covering my hand. Why is she so fascinated by this? Is this what it feels like when the wolf comes out to play? I’ve never experienced this feeling before.
Bringing my hand up, I smear the blood across my lips before licking them slowly, cleaning off every bit. Closing my eyes, I revel in the taste as it spreads across my tongue, waking every hunter instinct inside of me that has been dormant almost all my life. A shiver racks its way through my body and a moan escapes my lips before I can stop it, thighs clenching involuntarily.
Opening my eyes, I scan the surrounding crowd to make sure no one saw any of what happened. It would seem I’m off the hook.
Except one.
A man is standing in the middle of the dance floor, towering over the crowd encircling him. He stands frozen, staring right at me. I can't see much of him with the amount of people in here, but what I can see is his face, and that's when we lock eyes. His eyes are shining green under the mask he is wearing. From here, it looks like one of those masquerade masks, but it's shaped like a wolf's head.
“Oh, fuck me”
I freeze, remembering the text I woke up to this morning.
