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I don’t know how long I stared at that note. My brain just could not process what was happening. That bastard came in my home and took advantage. Then he has the gall to leave a note! Like I would want more! As if!! Arrogant prick! So promptly tore the note in half and stuffed it in my night stand. I NEVER want to see that man again.
After that I went on with my day. It was a Saturday morning so I had errands to run. I went and paid some bills to companies that apparently never heard of the internet. I had brunch with some friends I had met at a networking event. Mostly pleasant if a bit tedious. I really couldn’t follow the conversation. I was unfocused. So I excused myself early saying something about a headache.
After that I went grocery shopping. Basics eggs milk bacon etc. I walked past the condom case when I was picking up some tooth paste and feminine products in the pharmacy area. I couldn’t stop staring. I wasn’t even thinking just blankly staring. Until some baby faced stock boy asked if I need something from the case. I jumped and muttered something close to no. Then promptly ran away to the checkout undoubtedly having forgot some of the things I came to get.
Once I got home after missing my stop on the metro a good two or three times annoying both my drivers and fellow passengers. I did my normal routine of getting comfy and started on the groceries. After they were put up I was still jittery so I proceeded to clean every inch of my apartment. Well everywhere but the den. Was simply ignoring its existence. A good few hours passed and it was mid to late evening. I ordered a pizza and relegated myself to Netflix because my Xbox was in the den. Settled in for a night of Jericho reruns and spiked soda. The hours ran by as I let the vodka and TV melt the world away.
Before I knew it I was back in that chair. Reliving every moment. His hands his voice, the exquisite torture. My heart was racing. I came to as my orgasm peaked. To find my hand in my PJ’s and sweat covering my body. I panicked. I ran to the shower. Planning on a cold rinse to clear me of this lunacy. But as I was cleaning up HE came back. My mind twisted and where I touched myself I felt his hands. I felt his breath in the steam. What was supposed to clear him from my head ended in fantasy and pleasure.
When I snapped out of it I was angry. Angry at myself and that smug prick. I nearly broke the handle turning off the water. I refused to look at my flushed figure in the mirror. My body was NOT listening. I put on a shirt to bed for the first time in a long time. I was determined to not fall into his trap. I turned off the lights and basically threw myself into bed.
My day sadly didn’t end there. From the moment I closed my eyes I was plagued with thoughts of him. How did he find me? How did know about those restraints? I never told a soul. Wait shit the only time I’ve mentioned them was online. I’ve written a few stories been on a few chat rooms. But that was just to ease boredom. Right? I wasn’t serious I didn’t really want those things. Just silly little fantasies to get me through a bad fuck from the club. I was careful. I never used my real name or email. There shouldn’t have been anyway to find me. No one knew, I was certain. These thoughts kept me tossing and turning for hours.
I eventually gave up on sleep. With nothing left to clean or watch I was forced to face the den. I had to get rid of the stuff. So I opened the door, and saw nothing. Everything was exactly as I left it before HE came. I know my kitchen was missing I noticed yesterday. I went to the closet. Locked like I always have it. I grab the key from under the cushion of the ironically named love seat. When I opened it at first I saw nothing but spare computer parts and wires. Then I looked around the nook that’s hidden when you first open the door. The perverse chair is there folded leaning against the wall next to my chest. I open my chest with the same key. Everything is packed exactly as I had it. I mean exactly. Who the fuck is this guy??
I angrily shut the case and the door locking them. I let the anger drive me and spend the rest of the night getting kills in mortal combat. Imagining each opponent is HIM and slashing and bashing with a twisted blood lust I’ve never seen before. By the time I was done most of Sunday had past and I took some meds and just went to bed. I had work in the morning.
The week passed in much similar fashion. Everything reminded me of HIM. I wasn’t sleeping unless I took meds. I was hardly eating. I was a mess. He was all my brain would allow me to think. I had to get him OUT. So I called the only one I knew could help. Kiki clubbing Kiki best friend to call when I need a partner in crime to get me wasted and laid. So on this Friday evening I called and she would be over to meet up at 10. We’d get a little head start on our buzz and head out in a taxi.
I busied myself getting ready. I hated skirts but that didn’t mean I couldn’t kill them in butt hugging black slacks and a flirty top. Never had many complaints. Put on my war paint. A bit more dramatic than my usual near nude emphasizing my deep blue eyes and dark hair. I wasn’t taking any prisoners. Freud may say I was trying to prove I didn’t need HIM. But the vodka spike cola I’ve been sipping since I got home prevented too many deep thoughts.
At just before 10 I heard a knock on my door. Kiki yes! I eagerly greeted her. Only slightly buzzed. ‘ Kiki! God girl you have no idea what a week I’ve had!’ I say little loud.
‘I’d say chica, you started without me?’ She said with a slight pout
‘Not much, you know where the good stuff is. Besides you know I have an iron stomach’ I happily say just glad to be free of him
‘Too true, too true. So how’s the internship going? You still coming back to walk with us down the isle?’ She says slightly worried
‘It’s going great! I’m still walking with you guys. You know this was my last credit.’ I smile I met Kiki my first semester after transferring. Found her in a meet up for kids a little behind our degree plans. So we formed a bond ended up graduating the same semester. Her in nursing me in computer science. She’s still on her last anatomy class and practicals.
‘Yeah, yeah I know. Just worried you’ll pull a Bill Gates and leave us and become a billionaire.’ She says wistfully pouring her moscato I picked up for her on my way home.
‘Ha Ha very funny, I am a team programmer not a visionary leader. I don’t see billions in my future love.’ I giggle over my drink at the table.
‘Didn’t you have four chairs last time I was here?’ She asks curiously
Shit! Shit! Shit! What do I say?? ‘Um yeah well um. The leg broke so I threw it out!’ Fuck really smooth Avery real fuckin smooth…
‘Really you? The one that took shop class for ‘fun’?’ She said obviously not as buzzed as me
‘Yeah well anyway, what club are you thinking tonight?’ God I wish wine was stronger right now.
‘The rose.’ She says grinning ear to ear
‘Ugh you just want to stare at Jason’ I snort she’s been obsessed with the DJ since freshman year. ‘He is still with that bimbo. What’s her name?’
‘The bimbo’s name is Brittany.’ She sneers ‘I still don’t see what he sees in her. No thoughts last in her pea brain’
In response I just pointedly looked at her c cups. ‘Shut up, double D’s doesn’t make up for a winning personality’ She says as she flips her long blond hair
‘It wouldn’t if Jason actually used his big boy brain instead of his dick to think.’ I remind her
‘Whatever, I heard they are on a break. I’m taking my shot.’ She snapped
‘Okay, whatever makes you happy love.’ I smile to ease her annoyance ‘You ready? Or do you need another cup?’ I see she drank nearly half the bottle as we were talking.
‘I’ll take it to go. The Rose wine costs way too much.’ She says standing up with the bottle.
‘K, I’ll request the car.’ I say grabbing my phon
e and hers since she can’t fit anything but her card in her skin tight black number.
After a few minutes we make our way to the curb as the car is almost here. We get in and ride only about 15 mins but no way Kiki could walk that far in her stilettos. I wear raised flats, I don’t need any blisters or twisted ankles to kill my buzz. Before too long we pull up to the nondescript club the line is long but I helped the head bouncer pass algebra for his business degree. Johnny let’s me and Kiki skip the line in payment. Let’s just say being a geek has a few perks.
Being a Friday night the club was packed with mostly college kids as nine to fivers usually come Saturdays after they sleep off the week. The Rose is your typical club. It’s been around a few years mostly caters to the 18-25 crowd. No celebs show up here, they go to the pricey ones deeper into town but we aren’t the gawking type. Well I’m not. Kiki, well case and point the DJ, as soon as she crossed into the doorway she bee lined it to his booth to try her luck…again. I didn’t care I made it over to the bar and ordered a few shots before making my way to the dance floor.
I danced what little you can when you are packed like sardines. Mostly grinding or swaying in place. But I had a few guys taking turns dancing with me and a few girls near by. Clearly wasted but I enjoyed the attention. By the time Kiki gave up on getting bone head’s attention from the other twenty girls crowded around the DJ booth, I had downed a few more shots and had my eye on a few to possible take this night a bit further. Kiki made her way over to me in the center of the throng of partiers after getting a few consolation shots at the bar. She had a fruity drink some guy bought her. Who still drinks those in a club? Whatever, Kiki and I did our routine where we dance quite provocatively like we were lovers. We’re not but its a short cut to get the guy’s attention. Kiki probably doesn’t realize just how much I enjoy it but I digress.
To my right was one guy, tall dark hair not too drunk and quite enjoying our little show. Kiki see my attention and pulls the guy between us. I press myself against his front as Kiki turns away to her prey. A blond body builder. Me and what I think he says is Tim but the music is too loud to be sure, ‘dance’. I rub my ass over his shaft through our clothes. Slowly and sensually, making it look like dancing but my movements are calculated. Driving his desire up the wall. I enjoy the tease. He does too. Long gone are any worries. All that matters is the shots Tim is buying and the foreplay we call dancing. I run my hands down his chest and up his thighs. His hands are tight on my hips. Making sure I never lose contact with him. We play this game for who knows how long. Teasing and testing each other seeing how far the other will go in this club.
I check my phone it almost two. I’m horny as hell from dancing with this guy. I give him the look and grab his hand. I want him in me NOW. We go to the private rooms in the back. Barely stopping for Tim to swipe his card with the back room bouncer. Even having closed the door we can still hear the thump of the music. He pushes me against the wall. Kissing me as I undue his belt. He is tearing through my buttons. A few popped off but I’m beyond caring. Once my pants are on the ground and his are around his knees and yanks me up impales me on his sadly average dick. He pumps like a bull eager for a quick release. The small room fills with the sound of wet skin slapping together. Despite my wetness, I don’t seem to be getting any closer to an orgasm. Tim is pumping but his hands are just on my ass for stability. In minutes ‘Tim’ has cum. He releases me without me even getting close to my own release. Which pisses me off but I barely blink and he has deposited the condom in the trash and pulled up his pants. Well thanks for nothing. I stay back in the room he paid for thirty minutes only used five so I’m going take a break.
What the fuck? Usually by the time a guy is done I’ve cum. Even five minute wonders like ‘Tim’. I’m usually worked up enough from the dancing. But not now. I just feel hollow. Something is missing and I fear I know what it is. Dammit. I get up and leave the room. It reeks of sweat anyway. I pass Kiki with her catch. I sign I’m going home she waves bye clearly thinking she might take whomever that is back to her place after the backroom.
I get a ride home from one of the taxi’s waiting out front. By the time I have showered and crawl into bed, I know I can’t just forget him. I need more. I need HIM. I stare at the note I conveniently never got around to throwing away. ‘Call me pet’ okay I will. Hope it wakes him up too. I call the number listed on the card expecting to get a voice mail or at least a tired voice. Nope the prick is cheery. ‘Hello pet, ready for more?’
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