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“HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!”
I grinned like an idiot as the colorful lights flashed in the club. I danced and laughed as the alcohol filled my veins.
“Happy new year, Angel.”
I turned my back to face Mike. His southern drawl was more pronounced with the touch of alcohol, causing my heart to skip a beat. He was extra hot tonight, with his well-fitted dark jeans and black dress shirt. His sandy blonde hair looked black under the light of the stage, but it seemed like nothing could dim the mischievous light in his green eyes. Those eyes were alive, hiding secrets, promises that I wanted to indulge in. As dancing bodies bumped us from every direction all I could see and feel was him. When his arms circled around my waist it didn’t bother me even a bit. Instead, I wanted more. I wanted to be closer so my fantasies come true since the first day I started to work here. I wanted, no, craved this man.
The girls at the club, especially Harley and the new girl Salem, didn’t like him. They were sure that he was a douchebag. But I didn’t have any ugly feelings about him, quite the opposite actually; I liked his give-no-shit-to-no one, badass persona.
“Michael Lane, the best DJ in Seattle,” I chimed with an exaggerated hand gesture that ended with my arms wrapped around his neck. He leaned toward me to say, “I would prefer you to say the hottest DJ.”
“Hmm… maybe. But I’m not so sure. You need to convince me that you’re the hottest.”
The challenging and teasing tone in my voice wasn’t anything new. It’d been almost a year since I started to work here. We constantly passed innuendos and flirtatious comments between each other, yet he had never made a move toward me, even though I’d sent him enough invitation.
He pulled me closer to his body with a smirk on his face.
“A kiss is a must, you know. It’s tradition,” he murmured. His lips were grazing mine with each word. I breathed him in, the bitter scent of cigarette, musky essence of bourbon he drank all the time, and a strong masculine fragrance behind all those: him.
“Hmm, if it’s tradition…” I said seductively, but before I could continue, his lips crushed on mine, seeking entrance. I expected him to kiss me softly, slowly since it was our first kiss, but instead his kiss was rough, aggressive and full of raw lust. With the alcohol in my body and months of sexual tension between us, this was exactly what I wanted.
I grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulled him closer, moaning into the kiss as his fingers dug into my skin through the layer of my short dress. I pulled myself away from his lips, gasping for air, but his lips didn’t leave me. He put his head into the crook of my neck, licked and bit my sensitive skin till I writhed under his touch.
“Mike…” I moaned, pulling his hair with the sensation.
“The things I’m gonna do to you… I’ve waited so long,” Mike hissed towards my face. His face was almost animalistic with the raw passion. I might have been scared if it wasn’t for the lust that controlled me. He moved me until my shoulders touched a wall, but this didn’t give us any privacy from the crowd, we were still in the open.
“Don’t wait. Take me somewhere we can have more privacy,” I told him, but shrieked when his hand wrapped around my neck.
“I’ll let you off this time for giving me orders. But do not ever tell me what to do. Not again,” he said in a deadly calm voice. It turned me on, then.
In that moment, everything turned me on.
He licked my bottom lip and bit it, hard, before asking “Understood?”
I could only nod and moaned incoherently when his other hand already found its way under my d
ress and his fingers pressed on my clit through the wet lace of my thong.
“Wrap your legs around me, my little slut,” he smirked when I did what I was told. I hardly noticed we moved a little into a more private spot.
“Turn around. Watch them as I fuck you in front of at least five dozen people. Think what they’ll see if someone turns the stage lights on by accident,” he murmured into my ear and bit my earlobe, firing heat in my body.
We were behind the stage, where I could see everyone but it was dark enough so none of them could see us. It just fueled my need more. He continued to kiss, lick and bite every piece of skin in his reach.
I wanted more, though.
I tore open the foil packet he placed on my lips and groaned when my thong was ripped away from my body. My judgment was clouded with alcohol, my body was a slave to the pleasure and my pleasure was under the command of the man behind me as he continued to rock into me roughly. Everything was so quick and the pleasure was instant; I didn’t question what I was doing, if it was the right thing.
I was always the wildcat –the girl who did whatever she wanted and this, him, was what I wanted. I had never been good at thinking about consequences or possible danger.
And I was lucky…till I wasn’t.
January 2, 2014
Dawn, my sister, was working on her project for her internship as a journalist, again. Normally she was my partner in crime, but we were different at heart. I was the wildest, and if I had to admit, the manipulative one. She, on the other hand, was the fun, but responsible one. As she worked she was focused on the task so much, she didn’t even hear whatever I said to her. She knew her priorities and I knew, deep down, it was the right thing, but that didn’t change the outcome of my reaction; I got bored and left home to come to the club. I was so early even Harley hadn’t been in the club yet.
