A loud whack erupts as the leather slaps her thighs. Shudders rip through me as he screams, “You dirty fucking whore!” and then brings the belt across her ass. Her strangled cries pierce my soul.
Through her tears, she begs, “Stop! Please! You’re hurting me!”
He ignores that request and strikes again, smack,right across her tear streaked face with his open hand. Her body quivers, as he yells, “Shut the fuck up!” He unzips his fly, and wraps his hand around his dick. “Suck my dick, you filthy bitch!” She turns her head in disgust, disobeying his command, but he forcefully grips her chin and shoves his dick in her face.
I'm paralyzed with fear, heart pounding rapidly inside my chest. My hands shake uncontrollably, and bile rises in my throat. I have the urge to save my mom, but I can’t will myself to move. I risk a glance at her, seated in a kitchen chair with her hands tied behind her back. Standing between her widely spread legs, he forces her to suck his dick. They are unaware of my presence as I cower in the corner of the room. My hands cover my eyes and my body trembles. With each loud noise, I peek through my fingers to observe what’s going on. He grunts loudly as he grabs a fistful of her hair and yanks. She screams and I jump, so badly wanting to cry but fearing they will hear me.
He instructs her to stand up, turn around and kneel on the chair. Her right foot is on the floor, steadying her, and her left is on the seat. She leans over the chair, exposing everything to him. His hand comes up, whipping forward to slap her ass. She yelps from the sting and he quickly shoves his dick inside of her. She screams out, tears streaming down her face.
He pumps into her, smacking her ass sporadically, and she shrieks each time contact is made. I try so hard to ignore it all, to turn away, but for some reason I can’t take my eyes off of them. I listen as her sobs are cut off by cries of pleasure, her whimpers turn into moans, and she becomes breathless…
My eyes spring open and I sit straight up in bed. My heart feels like it’s going to beat out of my chest, and I’m covered in sweat. I look around, realizing that it’s okay, that I’m in my apartment, that I was just having another night terror about my childhood. A childhood which consisted of my drunken mother bringing home her abusive Johns and lowlife boyfriends. They would beat the shit out of her, and then fuck her senseless. By the time I turned fifteen, I had witnessed enough sex to fuck like a porn star. The problem being that I started to get off on observing these various men bang my mother. I know it’s disturbing, but I couldn’t control it. Her erotic cries would turn me on and I’d have to service myself to ease the pressure. After a while, that wasn’t enough. I needed something more.
And I’ve been chasing after it ever since.
Another Saturday evening and I’m seated at the usual table in the rear of the bar. Liam nudges my side. “Hey, how did it go last night with the redhead?”
I shrug my shoulders. “You know women. They’re always so bitchy. She wanted to stay the night, so I told her that I’m not into that and it wasn’t going to happen. She looked pissed when she left and I woke up the next morning to find my car had been keyed.”
Liam’s eyes widen, shock evident on his face. “She keyed your car?”
“Yeah, stupid ass bitch. I guess that will teach me to fuck with those fiery reds.”
He laughs. “Dude, that sucks.”
I nod, then pick up my glass and down my drink of choice, whiskey. “Yeah, it’s going to cost me a new fucking paint job.”
He grins and asks, “Was she worth it?”
“I’ve had better.”
“You never say any of them are good.”
I smirk. “That’s because I haven’t found any that are.”
He turns around. “Have you seen something on the menu tonight worth bringing home?”
Just after the words leave his mouth, this fine ass blonde appears in my line of sight. My eyes follow her as I answer, “You know, I think I just did.”
Liam scans the room once more trying to find what has caught my attention.
I lean forward in my seat so I can truly appreciate her. She is standing at the bar, her long curls hanging down her back and ending just above her juicy ass. I wait for her to turn so I can take in her face. Not bad. I can’t determine her eye color from here, but she’s definitely in the doable category.
“Would you look at that fine piece of ass?” I gesture in her direction. “That blonde with the short black dress and red high heels. I swear she’s just begging to be fucked.”
“Check out the rack on her. Dude, you should go get her before that douchebag to her left does.”
I suck back my second drink of the night and stroll over to the bar. I position myself next to her and flag the bartender down. I scan her body, stopping on her luscious tits poking over the top of her dress. They are incredible fucking tits.
She senses my eyes wandering down her body. I can’t help but smile. “What’s your name, beautiful?”
I watch her pleasure rise to her lips. “I’m Liza, and you are?”
 I extend my hand, and introduce myself. “Stone.” As our hands linger, my body heats up; I want to take her against this bar, right now. She flashes a sultry grin, and I’m certain she knows what I’m thinking.
The bartender interrupts our moment. 
“What can I get for you?”
I don’t take my eyes off of Liza while I answer. “I’ll take a shot of Jack and whatever this lovely lady is having.”
She smiles sweetly as she orders. “Patron, please.”
Now, that is my kind of girl. This could be fun.
I smirk. “Going for the hard stuff tonight?”
“I sure am. I need to forget.”
It figures. “Who are you trying to forget?”
Her smile drops and irritation flares in her eyes. “What makes you think it’s a who?”
“Ah, well, you’re dressed to kill and seem ready for a night of forgetting Mr. Whoever-broke-your-heart.”
“You’ve got it all wrong. It’s not who, it’s what. I had a rough day at work and I need to relax and have a good time.”
The annoyance in her voice has me thinking I might have lost her for a moment, but then I lean forward, whispering against her ear, “I can show you a good time, if you’re up for it?” Her body shivers from my warm breath. I pull back and peer into her eyes.
She inches closer, grinning, and there’s mischief in her eyes as she asks, “What do you have in mind?”
And right then, I know I definitely got her back on the line.
I give her a devious grin. “I’d like to help you forget all about your bad day. I want me to be the only thing you’re thinking of as I take pleasure in your beautiful body.”
She doesn’t speak, just takes her Patron off the bar, licks the edge of the glass, opens her mouth, and drops the shot in. She places the lime between her lips, and sucks it dry. My dick throbs, and I wish her lips were wrapped around my cock, sucking me dry.
I make eye contact with the bartender and tap the counter, signaling for the same two drinks. He quickly delivers.
She picks up the glass and seductively licks the rim, and I stare at her while she enjoys her drink. I want so badly to take her to my place. I have to close the deal and fast.
“I know you just got here, but if we don’t leave soon. I may just take you right here.”
She peers up at me under heavy lids, then her gaze slides down to my crotch and up to my face again. She shrugs her shoulders, lust filling her beautiful blue eyes. “What the hell? You could be fun.”
That was all the confirmation I need. I sling back my drink, discarding the glass on the bar, wave bye to Liam, and grab Liza’s hand as we head through the door.
During the car ride, Liza’s hand methodically rubs my aching cock. I drive as fast as I can. I need to be inside her. I can’t hold off much longer. As I pull up to my place, I slam the car into park, jump out, and run to her side of the car. I open the door and lift her out, pulling her into my arms.
On the elevator ride up, I push her into the corner, grinding against her as my need deepens, only stopping when we reach my floor. The doors slide open and we make our way to my apartment.
We hastily undress, leaving a trail of clothes straight to the spare room. I flip on the bedside lamp so I can position her the way I want on the bed. She’s fucking fabulous, lying on her back with her creamy white skin and perky pink nipples on display. Her hands are above her head and her legs are spread wide open. Her cunt is bare, and I am salivating with anticipation.
I pour myself another shot of Jack Daniels from my decanter on the dresser, relishing in the spectacular view of the naked woman before me. I take my time to decide what I’m going to do to her. As the alcohol slides down, I enjoy the familiar burn. Then deliberately stalk toward the bed with one thought in mind. I can’t wait to have my mouth all over her.
I climb between her silky legs and start to lick her soft lips. I slowly insert my tongue. Within minutes, she’s bucking her hips and begging for more. So, I give her just a little more by pumping into her with two fingers while sucking on her flavorsome pussy. She begins to shake, so I clamp down on her clit and shove my fingers deeper. This sends her over the edge and she expels a loud moan.
I’m so eager to come that I don’t give her time to recover. I quickly flip her over, shoving her face into the bed. I grip her wide hips and bring her ass in the air. Her ass is so round and white, and I can’t help but smack it before I shove my three fingers deep inside of her to ensure I’ll fit. I hear her muffled cries of pain, but I continue my assault on her, bringing her so close to the edge. I grab a rubber from the bedside table.
Once my glad bag is in place, I position myself, looping one arm around her thigh to caress her clit with one hand while the other is on her breast, roughly pinching her nipple. I slide in and out of her, increasing my pace with each stroke. Her moans grow louder and her cunt tightens around my cock, and I know that she’s close to coming once more. I remove my hand from her nipple and smack her tight ass, while swiveling my hips to hit that sweet spot inside of her. Her body quivers again and mine tenses up as we both find our release.
She falls into the bed breathless, her soft voice whispering, “That was amazing.”
I ignore her declaration as I stand up and head to the bathroom to clean myself off. When I reenter the bedroom to dress, she stares dumbfounded at me.
“Restroom is all yours; feel free to clean up.”
Her expression goes from satisfied to disbelief. “Are you kidding me? You’re done already? I was hoping for at least a round two.”
I glance up at her pouting face. “Not tonight, darling, but maybe some other time.”
I take notice to the displeasure in her eyes, as she grabs her clothes and cleans up. I pour myself another drink of my favorite amber liquid and head to the kitchen to call her a cab.
It’s not long before she’s dressed. She doesn’t say anything, just strolls past me to open the door.
Just as she exits, I yell, “I called you a cab.”
She turns and I can still see the disappointment fresh in her eyes. “Thanks,” she says, the slam of the door cutting off the word.
I lock the door and strip the sheets off the spare room bed. I never have sex in my room because I don’t want anyone in my personal space. Once the washer is started, I take a shower. I always feel dirty after sex with a random woman. It’s not that she was dirty. I met her in an upscale club, but I can’t help but feel disgusted afterward.
No matter how hard I scrub, I can never keep the images from flowing through my mind.
Visions of my mom curled in a ball on the floor while a man kicks her, calling her a dirty skank as he spits on her. Her apologizing and crying for him to stop, but he doesn’t relent. Me watching from my hiding spot, wishing I were big enough to help her, but being too scared. He pulls her up by her hair and slams her up against the wall, unzips his fly and starts to fuck her, her face smashed into the sunshine yellow wallpaper. She’s still crying, but he ignores her cries and continues to slam into her. Her breathing grows labored and I can tell that she’s torn, she doesn’t want to enjoy it, but she can’t help herself. She whines and he yanks on her hair as he impales her. Her screams become louder and then he pulls out and she sinks to the floor in a crumpled mess and sobs.
Fuck! I shake my head in an effort to dissolve the thoughts, but nothing can take the pain away. I’m filled with dread, and anger and hatred consume me, but just as she was torn, so am I.
Once out of the shower, I grab the bottle of Jack, open the top, and let it slide down my throat, warming me once more. After I’m satisfied, I climb into bed. It’s not long before sleep overtakes me.
 


 
A loud noise rouses me from my darkness and realizing it’s the alarm clock, I slam my hand down on top to silence it. Great, it’s five o’clock already. I lie still another five minutes, giving myself some time to come to. Once awake, I toss the blankets off and put on my t-shirt and shorts. I grab my bag and proceed down to the gym. The building I live in has a gym strictly for the residents. It was one of the main reasons that I chose to live here. I kick off my workout routine by lifting weights and finish off with a thirty-minute run on the treadmill. It’s a little after six when I get back to my place.
After I’m showered and dressed, I grab my keys and head downstairs to the parking garage. Hitting the button to unlock my doors, I stare at the scratches that the redhead carved into my Corvette, remembering that I have to call the dealership to check when they can get me in. I guess I will have to be without my baby for a while. It blows that this car is only a few months old and it will already have to be re-painted.
I remember the day I first laid eyes on her. She was in the middle of the showroom floor. The gunmetal-gray flake, five star chrome rims, and sleek lines really caught my eye. The dark-tinted windows and the low profile tires gave her an aggressive edge. I fell in love right then. I just had to have her. I marched over and opened the door, impressed once again with her beautiful leather seats, touch radio system, power locks and windows.
My girl has all the bells and whistles.
The sales representative approached me, keys in hand. He handed them over and I started her up, the low grumble of her motor like music to my ears.
“How much is she?”
He pointed to the sticker, and said, “Just under seventy-five.”
I gave him a cocky grin, and asked, “How much do you want this sale?” as I handed him my Black Card. “What if you just put it on there? And how quick can we be done with this?”
He stared at me as if I had lost my mind, and I eyed him right back. He changed his tune once he knew there’d be no loans involved, dropping the price five grand. What he didn’t know is that I already knew the value of that car. I didn’t earn my money by just throwing it at whatever I wanted. In less than thirty minutes, I was driving her off the showroom floor.
Now look at her, completely fucked with scratches. Stupid bitch! I get in, close the door and drive to Starbucks for my morning cup of coffee. I order my coffee blonde and sweet, just how I prefer my women. Kandy takes my order and pays me extra attention. So when I get my cup of coffee, it has her name and number scribbled on the side. I wink at her and casually stroll out the door.
About twenty minutes later, I’m in my office. I’m a partner at Standbridge and Black Wealth Management Group.
I scan my calendar for today. I have a few meetings with potential clients and then a meeting with an interior decorator for the hotels that I’m renovating on the side. I shouldn’t be too busy today. I could possibly be finished early enough to grab a drink tonight.
And by drink, I mean a quick fuck.
“Mr. Black, your eight o’clock appointment, Mr. Callen, is here,” Daniella informs me via the intercom.
“Thanks, Dani, can you show him in?”
“Yes, sir.”
The door opens and a gray-haired, heavyset man moseys in. He appears to be in his late sixties. Great, another person that wants me to invest their life’s savings so they can get rich before they kick the bucket.
I stand up behind my desk to shake his hand. “Good morning, Mr. Callen. What can I do for you today?”
He sits down and gets straight to the point. “I want to invest some money; I would like something with a quick turnaround.”
“Do you have anything in mind?”
“No, not really.” He chuckles. “But I have always joked with my girls that I should’ve bought stock in tampons and chocolate.”
I simply stare at him, frowning at his absurd rationale. Tampons and chocolate? I wouldn’t know the first thing about tampons, but I have used chocolate for some rather fun things.
I’ve never been in a serious relationship. Women aren’t on their cycle when they are with me, so I have no basis for comparison. The majority of my conquests are one-night stands that way I don’t have to maintain the same woman. They become clingy and want more than I can give them. For the most part, I don’t like to hook up with the same chick more than once because of these issues. I fear they will want more, and I don’t have it in me to offer them anything other than sex.
I shake off my thoughts and focus on my client. “Well, I don’t think that would be appropriate for you, sir, since you want something with a fast turnaround. I can work with you to find the proper fit. How much are you wanting to invest?”
He answers proudly. “I have about one hundred and fifty thousand.”
I nod. “And what’s the amount that you would like to end up with, ideally?”
He shifts in his seat. “I would like to get about half a million. My wife and I could retire on that and be able to enjoy what is left of our life. We have always wanted to travel and that would guarantee that it’s possible.”
“I’m not sure that we can accomplish half a million, but I think we can get close enough for you to be comfortable. How does that sound to you?”
He grins. “That sounds great.”
I turn my computer monitor and show him various options. I explain the one’s that I think would be the most profitable. Once we reach an agreement on which stocks he thinks will be the most beneficial for him, I explain the next step.
“Okay, from here I will set you up with Daniella and she will get everything ready for you to sign.” We shake hands and I walk him out to Dani.
Daniella is her real name but she likes to be called Dani. Dani has been my personal secretary for the last five years. She’s remarkable at what she does. She’s a very vibrant and attractive woman, but I would never dream of bringing her home.
I appreciate her too much for that.
It was just a few weeks ago that my grandma passed away. She was diagnosed with throat cancer and in less than a year, she was taken away from us. It was a terrible death. She suffered the whole time. Unable to eat or drink anything, she was fed from a stomach tube. She had throat cancer a few years before and was able to beat it, but this time it came back with a vengeance, and there wasn’t anything we could do. Lord knows, we tired chemo and everything else we could, but in the end it was her time.
As we sit in the lawyer’s office on this lonely Thursday afternoon, we go over my grandmother last will. She has left some instructions on how she would like us to use what she has passed down. She not only enriched my life with many memories but a hefty inheritance. She knew before she passed away that I was working on building a non-profit organization for child abuse awareness. In her will, it stated that I have to use the money for two things. One is to help with the start-up, and two is to ensure my happiness by doing whatever it is my heart desires.
I think about that for a moment. What does my heart desire? Well, I want to start up this NPO to honor a friend that I lost when I was younger. I also want to find a man that will love me for all of me, including my flaws as I have many. I want a house and children one day, and I’m sure that my grandmother would want all of those things for me.
As we leave the lawyer’s office, I ask Daddy if he knows any financial advisors that I could trust to help me invest the money.
My dad is a state’s attorney and he is very well connected. I’m sure he knows someone who can assist me in this.
“As a matter of fact, I do. Standbridge Wealth Management is who handles all of our finances. But actually, I believe they’ve changed the name since Carl Standbridge retired. It’s been quite a while since the last time I’ve been there. I handle most of my accounts via phone. Let me get you his number when I get back to the office and I’ll set you up with him.”
“Thanks, Daddy. I knew you would steer me in the right direction.”
“You’re welcome, baby girl. I’m happy to help you in following your dreams.” He gives me a hug before I leave. “I just want you to know that your grandmother would be very proud of you right now.”
“I know she would. Thanks dad and please call me with his number as I will just be home studying for my test in the morning.”
“Okay, I will. Love ya.”
“Love you too, daddy.”
I walk out of my office to quickly drop some papers off for Dani and she stops me as I turn to head back. “Oh, Mr. Black, your nine o’clock is running a little behind.”
My jaw clenches. “Thanks, Dani.”
I absolutely loathe when my clients run late because then it messes up my entire schedule, causing clients that are on time to have to wait. When I get to my office, I glance at my calendar. Ms. Anaya Cole is my nine o’clock. Oh, yes, Mr. Cole’s daughter. She’s come into her inheritance and needs help investing. I check my email while I wait.
About thirty minutes later, Dani comes over the intercom, “Ms. Cole is here for her appointment.”
I don’t bother to look up. I just keep clicking the delete button. “Send her in.” I’m thoroughly annoyed at this point since she’s so late.
I’m focused on reading through my email when she clears her throat. “I will be with you in just a minute, Ms. Cole. Please have a seat.”
She ignores my command and doesn’t sit down. She stands there the whole time. I force her to wait, while I finish responding to my email. After all, she made me wait. I hit send, and glance up at a very irritated Ms. Cole.
I ignore her glare. I know that I pissed her off, but she pissed me off first so I guess we can call it even.
She’s kind of sexy with her long, chocolate brown hair, amber eyes and honey-kissed skin. She removes her coat, revealing this little black dress that hugs her waist, accentuating her curves. My dick hardens at the sight of her hips that beg to be gripped as she’s bent over getting fucked. My heart beats faster and my hands become sweaty. I try to hide my attraction, but the only thing on my mind right now is fucking her.
My eyebrow rises. “What can I help you with, Ms. Cole?”
“Please, call me Anaya.”
“Okay, Anaya. What can I help you with?”
She takes her seat and her legs part just for a moment as she crosses them, causing my dick to pulse. Sweet mother of God.
“I recently came into some money and I would like to invest it in various places. I have about a quarter of a million dollars and I’m wanting to turn it over.”
I stare at her plump, red lips as she speaks, fighting the urge to suck on her bottom one. My erection is painful; I can hardly stand the straining in my pants. I slide my hand under the desk, to try to get him to stand down. The attraction I’m feeling toward this woman is more than I have ever experienced before. I really don’t understand it, but I know that if I don’t fuck her soon, I’m going to be in serious trouble. I take a deep breath, attempting to remain professional.
“Ms. Cole, do you have any particular stocks you would like to invest in?”
“Yes. I had to do some research for my business class and I’ve put together this stock folder. Let me get it for you.”
My eyes watch her in wonderment as she takes a binder from her briefcase and flips the pages. The pages are filled with various graphs and numbers. Once she finds the page she desires, she sets the binder upon my desk and shows me a list of stocks. I glance through them and it appears that she has really done her homework. She has picked some high dollar stocks. I’m impressed, not that I’d let her know that.
“What percentage would you like to invest?”
She leans forward and I get a good glimpse of her luscious tits. I can hardly contain my urge to bury my face in them. She turns the page and shows me the percentages. Once again, I’m surprised by her knowledge.
“May I look through this book?”
She nods her head proudly. “Yes, of course.”
I slowly flip through the pages and it becomes apparent that she doesn’t need me. I mean, yes, I could be a bastard and take her money, but she has done her homework and has everything done. It’s obvious that she’s very well educated and has put a lot of time and effort into this. I’m suddenly quite captivated by her.
“Ms. Cole, I’m torn here. I don’t know whether to take you on as a client, or offer you a job.”
Her answering smile lights up her face. “Why would you offer me a job?”
“It appears as if you’ve done your homework; you’ve picked pretty profitable stocks and you have the right idea about the percentages you should invest in each of them. With these numbers, you could turn your quarter of a million into a million in less than a year. Now, I would be happy to assist you with this, but in good conscience, I don’t think that you need my help.”
She peers at me with needy eyes. “Honestly, I would prefer if you would help me. I really don’t know what I’m doing and I want to use this money to invest in the non-profit organization I’m in the process of starting up. So it’s imperative that I do this right.”
My interests piques. “What kind of NPO are you starting?”
“I would like to start an awareness center to help children deal with abuse.”
This takes me by surprise. “How do you plan to help them?”
“By providing a safe place where they could receive counseling and learn how to understand what happened to them, and how not to let it consume their life.”
“And what made you chose to do this?”
“Let’s just say I was inspired by a childhood friend. I’ve already secured all the necessary documents and they’ve been approved. I’m just waiting to find the perfect piece of property.”
“Well, Ms. Cole, that settles it. I refuse to take you on as a client.”
Her face falls, and she squints her eyes, as if she doesn’t understand what I’m saying. Therefore, I elaborate. “I would however like to help you invest your money. I will guide you through the process step-by-step. I would even like to be on the board of this NPO, if you’re interested. What do you say?”
She seems shocked. “Um, I will have to think that over, Mr. Black. Can I have some time and maybe talk to you in a few days?”
“Absolutely, I will have Dani set you up with an appointment next week.” I pause and stare into her beautiful amber eyes. “And do be on time, Ms. Cole.”
She rolls her eyes as she stands, then saunters sexily through the door, leaving me hard and in need of a release.
As soon as I leave his office, I replay the events in my head. Seriously! I know I was thirty minutes late, but what gives him the right to chastise me for it? God, and the way he handled the entire situation! He doesn’t want to take me on as a client, yet he wants to be part of my organization? Who the hell does he think he is? I’m not even sure I would want him on the board. I mean, he has his hands in several companies so I’m sure that he won’t want much to do with mine. Maybe he will just want to be a silent investor. Could I use someone like that?
I get in my car and rush to campus for my next class. When I graduate in the spring, I will have a degree in business. With the money I’ve taken in so far from the various charity functions I’ve thrown, and the money that I can donate to my cause, I should be able to get the NPO up and running by the time I graduate next May. I’m only allowed to donate a small amount at a time, but I think I have enough benefactors for my cause that it shouldn’t matter.
I pull into the parking lot, grab my books, and check my watch. Shit, two minutes before class starts! I break into a run. Crap! My next class is all the way across campus.
I enjoy my course load as it has been a huge help in getting this NPO up and running. The work I’m doing in school has been beneficial to the company’s start up. Just to get my nonprofit organization approved, I’ve had to show a complete business plan as well as prove that there are no similar nonprofit organizations to compete with. It took about six months, but I finally got my approval. After that, I started raising money to open up the center.
When I hit the door to class, I’m panting. I take a moment to compose myself then march through the door and swiftly take my seat. Of course, I get a glare from my professor, but what the hell? Today has been so screwed up. I overslept. Then I had to hurry to get ready and drive downtown to meet Mr. Black, only to be pulled over for speeding, which got me a huge ticket and made me even later for my appointment.
Oh, and then the nerve of Mr. Black! I rushed through his door only to be ignored. I mean, sure, he wasn’t bad to look at with his dark, almost black hair and deep-blue eyes. The charcoal suit that he wore really showed off his muscular stature. He smelled of trouble and I just knew he was going to be the death of me. Nonetheless, it made me want to lean over, pull him across the desk by his thin, black tie, and do very naughty things to him. But, I stood there waiting and impatiently glaring at him.
When he raised his eyebrow at me, it made my sex clench. I didn’t want this arrogant asshole to have that kind of effect on me, but he did. I tried to maintain my composure, but he really was getting to me. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to curse at him or screw him right there on his desk.
I’m so glad that stock binder came in handy; I guess this business class is good for something. After all, I did impress Mr. Black.
Speaking of which, I need to focus on the upcoming project my professor is explaining, since it does count for more than half my grade. I steadily take notes and jot down my ideas for the rest of class.
As soon as class is over, I meet up with my best friend, Carrie. She’s about an inch taller than me, with pale skin and long blonde hair that curls slightly at the ends. She has astonishing navy-blue eyes, as well as a curvy figure that guys seem to love.
We became friends in high school just after Lacey’s death. I was a mess, suffering from depression. I wouldn’t eat, couldn’t sleep, and blamed myself for not helping my friend. Carrie came to me one day and just asked if she could sit with me. I cried the whole time, and eventually, she broke through my walls and helped me cope with the loss. I was in self-destruction mode, and I’ll never be able to thank her for bringing me out of that. God only knows where I’d be if she hadn’t saved me.
Carrie has been encouraging me to start this organization ever since. Well, her and a lot of my family, especially my grandmother. Now that my grandmother has been ripped away from me, I’m having a lot of self-doubt. I’m trying to not dwell on it, but I miss her. It’s not like she just passed away naturally due to old age. She died because that nasty ass cancer got her, and I’m left without the one grandparent that I felt loved me unconditionally.
Carrie comes strolling up to me with her books in her hand, sipping on a coke. She must have needed a caffeine fix. She seems a little stressed.
“Hey, girl, how about we do a girls’ night tonight? I have had a pretty rough day. I think I’m flunking my statistics class.”
Concerned, I ask, “Shit, what happened?”
“I flunked my last two exams. Fucking Fridays! I just can’t seem to grasp this crap. Maybe I should start sleeping with the teacher.”
“Yeah, there’s an idea, but at his age, I doubt he can get it up.”
She spits out her coke on a laugh. “What the hell, Anaya?”
I half-heartedly apologize. “Sorry, you left yourself wide open for that one, babe.”
She nods her head in agreement. “I guess you’re right. So, how about going to a club tonight?”
“I had a pretty rough day and have been a little down in the dumps. So letting loose sounds good. Where do you have in mind?”
“There’s this new spot, just around the corner from your house. It’s called Club Surrender. It’s a pretty upscale place, have you heard of it?”
“No, I sure haven’t, but I’m game.”
“All right, I will meet you at your place around nine so we can get ready and then we can party!” She jumps up and down and yells, “I’m so excited!”
 


 
As I am getting out of the shower, I hear a knock on the door. I wrap up in a towel and rush to answer it, knowing it’s Carrie.
“Oh, well, aren’t you sexy?” she teases.
I roll my eyes. “Get your ass in here so I can get dressed.”
She follows me to my room. “I wasn’t sure what you were going to wear so I picked a few things to choose from.” I search my closet as she hunts through her bag. “I brought these.” She holds up her black skinny jeans, a sparkly top, and a pair of black heels.
 “Nice! Did you bring a coat? It might be a little chilly. It is October in New York, after all.”
“Yes, Mom, I brought a coat.”
We busy ourselves with getting ready. We apply our makeup on the heavy side, since we are going to a club. I dry my hair so that it gets a waviness to it, bending over and running my fingers through it for added volume. When I flip it up, it’s all poufy. Carrie and I crack up as she helps me calm it down a little. With a few squirts of my favorite perfume, I’m ready to go. I paired red stilettos with my black skinny jeans and a red silk top, low-cut to show off my boobs. My eye shadow is done in different shades of smoky silvers, and my lips are a deep red.
Carrie pins her hair up in a fancy ponytail. Her eyes are made up in smoky browns that really illuminate the deep blue in them; her cheeks are a pale pink as well as her lips. It matches her outfit really well.
She looks to me and asks, “Ready?”
I get my wrist clutch, check that I have my money and ID, and then grab my black leather jacket from the rack. “Ready!”
It’s only a few blocks away from my apartment, so we hail a cab since we won’t be drinking and driving. The line at Club Surrenderis clear around the block when we arrive. There are some windows in the front of the club that we peek into. The dark tint makes it somewhat hard to see anything, but just inside appears to be some small tabletops with bar stools, and red neon lights lining the ceiling. The music is pumping and there’s a sea of gyrating bodies. I glance at the throng of people in front of us and it seems as if it’s going to take forever to get in the door.
A bulky guy comes out and starts marching down the line. He hands some cards to a few girls, and then they duck under the velvet ropes and head to the doors. When I catch on to what he’s doing, I stand up straight and bump Carrie. She nods her head in agreement and we both cross our arms, squeezing our tits to amp up the cleavage, and smile sweetly at the bouncer dude.
He looks us up and down, and then hands over the cards. We ditch the line and show our cards to the doorman. He gestures for us to enter. I reach behind me and grab Carrie’s hand as I maneuver our way through the crowd to the bar.
When scanning the area to locate the bartender, I spot a familiar face. He’s talking to some blonde wearing a very skimpy dress. She giggles and places her hand on his shoulder, leaning into him to whisper something in his ear. I don’t know why it bothers me so much, but the sight makes me turn away in disgust. My stomach feels sour and I think I’m going to throw up. I’m not sure if that’s his girlfriend, but she looks like a high-dollar call girl.
What does she have that I don’t? 
Whoa, where did that thought come from?
The bartender comes up and I order a shot of Patron. “Oh, hell, make it two.”
Carrie stares at me as if to ask did I order one of those for her or am I going to drink them both.
“It’s been a hell of a week and we are here to party, might as well start it off right.”
She laughs and orders the same.
We both down our shots and I drag her to the dance floor.
I don’t know where Mr. Black went, but judging by their behavior at the bar, they probably went somewhere to get in on. Carrie and I dance and shake our asses to quite a few songs before the need to rehydrate overcomes me. She follows me to the bar and I order a screwdriver, and she orders a sex on the beach. We take our drinks and sit at a high-top table in the corner.
I bob to the music as “Blurred Lines” plays. I spot Mr. Black on the dance floor with another girl, and this time she’s a tall, slender brunette. It appears he’s on the hunt. I’m starting to think he’s a bit of a player. I down my cocktail. “I need a refill, how about you?”
She finishes her drink and nods. “Me, too!”
“I’ll be right back.” I wander over to the bar to get us another round. Some guy leans into my personal space, trying to hit on me.
“Hey, sweet cheeks, did you hurt yourself when you fell?”
I give him an irritated glare. “You mean from heaven?”
“Yeah.”
“Seriously, dude, you need to come up with some better lines. That was lame.” I spin on my heel and head back to the table.
Carrie takes a sip of her drink. “Um, this is good! What did you order me?”
“I had the bartender surprise us. He said it was Liquid Marijuana.”
She takes another sip. “This is freaking fabulous.”
I sample mine, and she’s right. It’s sweet, with a slightly bitter taste. “You know, I think you’re right. I may have just found my new favorite drink.”
We find our way to the dance floor, leaving behind our empty cups.
In no time at all, Carrie has some hunk dancing with her. I’ve been shoved to the side as her attention is directed at him. I’m kind of the odd one out, dancing alone, since the floor seems full of couples. I tap Carrie on her shoulder to let her know I that I’m going to the restroom. She starts to tell the guy that she will be right back, but I motion for her to stop.
“It’s okay, I will be right back.”
On the way to the bathroom, I pass Mr. Black and his brunette friend. Luckily, I don’t think he noticed because he was busy working out his lips.
I huff as I enter the door. Today when I was in his office, I saw the lust in his eyes for me, but he is just another player. I’ve been watching him tonight and he has gone from one woman to the next. The fact that he’s sucking face with one so quickly just goes to prove my theory.
Just as I’m about to exit the stall, I’m pushed backwards by none other than Mr. Black. I let out a startled gasp as he pins me against the wall, and he covers my lips with his own. The thought crosses my mind that I should fight him off, but I just can’t. He has awakened this need inside of me. I’m dripping wet from the kiss alone, from the taste of whiskey on his breath. It’s delicious; it’s the most alluring thing I’ve ever tasted and I want to savor it.
He runs his hands along my sides as he devours my mouth. His tongue dips deep inside, eliciting a whimper from me each time. I arch toward him as he brings one of his hands to my breast. Oh, God! He slips his hand under my silk shirt and pinches my nipple hard. I cry out against his lips and wrench him closer to me. Fuck, please do it again. He lifts me up by my waist so that I’m wrapped around him, my core pressed against his rock hard cock. I grind into him, wanting more, and he grips my ass tightly and jerks my shirt to the side. When his searing hot tongue finds my nipple, I moan loudly.
With every new sensation, I melt. Each time he rocks against my aching center, I can’t help but wish he were inside of me. My heart pounding fast, I’m eager for more. I shiver as his hot breath flows over my skin. Every nerve ending within me is calling for his touch.
It’s all so overwhelming. 
Without warning, he abruptly pulls away, leaving me pressed up against the cold metal wall. He stares at me for a moment and then seconds later, a burst of music pours into the room quickly followed by the sound of the stall door swinging shut telling me he’s gone.
What the fuck was that?
And what the hell am I doing? I can’t believe I let him get that far. Damn him.
I take a few minutes to compose myself. Then I make my way to the sink to reapply my lipstick and ensure I’m not a mess. A tall, curvy blonde wearing way too much eye makeup exits the other stall.
“Sorry if I interrupted, but I couldn’t hold it,” she slurs.
“Huh?” Then realization hits. She thinks by walking in she ruined the mood. I didn’t even hear it, but I was on sensory overload.
“No, it wasn’t what it looked like.” I dry my hands and smile as I hurry out the door in embarrassment.
I search for Carrie and find her practically devouring the hunk she’s dancing with. I point to her that I’m going to the bar and she signals for me to get her a drink too. I order two more shots of Patron and down them rapidly to get rid of the taste of him, trying to erase what just happened. After I finish those, I place another order for two more Liquid marijuana’s. I grab the drinks and meet up with Carrie on the floor and we dance to a few more songs.
While dancing, I occasionally scan the club for Mr. Black but never find him anywhere. He must have left right after realizing his mistake. How am I going to face him on Monday afternoon when we have our appointment? I’m going to be so embarrassed.
What the hell was I thinking?
That’s it, I wasn’t thinking. I was slipping into old habits and I can’t be that reckless. I need to remain in control. Yes, I will just pretend it didn’t happen. Hopefully, he will too.

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