by Ashley Beale
"Thanks Levi," Amy says with a giant grin.
"Yeah, thanks." I hold the beer up and he matches the gesture before taking a swig.
Amy and I make it out to the dance floor and the Levi guy stands back, making his way around the place. We get lost in the music, just as we had before, except there is such a different atmosphere it quickly becomes intense and sweaty. When we need a break to sit down, we find some stools at the same bar we'd gotten the beers at.
The bartender comes over and asks what we want, which we both request another long neck. She quickly gets them and places them in front of us without asking for money. Amy lifts her beer to mine. "I'll toast to that."
"Right."
Someone’s hand runs along the back of my neck and it gives me a bad vibe, especially when Amy pinches her face together. I turn my head and see an older guy, probably in his forties, with long hair pulled back into a sleek pony tail. His teeth are yellowed by years of tobacco and he smells like he hasn't showered in a few days. My body tenses up as shivers run down. Not good ones either.
"Do you mind if I make love to your private parts with my mouth?" he asks me in a gruff voice. He then has the audacity to lick his lips before biting his bottom lip. His eyes are suggestive and I'm instantly sick to my stomach. I feel like I'm going to throw up. I'm seriously contemplating on smashing him over the head with my beer bottle.
Instead of being so dramatic, I just shake my head and turn away from him, keeping my focus on Amy. "Oh baby, baby, don't do me like that. You'll break an old man’s heart."
I have to press my lips together to keep from laughing. Amy rolls her eyes and together we take another sip, completely ignoring the creep. I glance around my proverbial vision to see if maybe that Levi guy is around. He didn't give me the best of vibes, but he is obviously well known around here and made me feel a lot more comfortable than this guy behind me. But I don't see him anywhere.
His mouth gets close to my ear and my entire body shuts off. I can't move, breathe, nothing, I just sit here, frozen and disgusted. "If that sweet little pussy of yours doesn't want some tongue action, I can show it some loving with something else."
Seriously?
Gross!
I can feel the bile rise in my throat and I shudder in my seat. With a giant breathe, I grab Amy's hand then pull her with me as fast as I can, with no notice, which causes her to topple just slightly, and I make my way towards the crowd dancing around. Once I weave through half the crowd, I turn slightly and don't see him anywhere.
Amy pulls me in for a hug and talks close to my ear, not because she is a sicko but because I wouldn't be able to hear her otherwise. "What the hell was that?"
"I know," I whisper-yell.
She pulls back and scrunches her face up. I wave my hand in a dismissal way. The guy didn't follow us out here, so we should be good, but I'll keep an eye out just in case. The thought running through my head the most is, if this is how guys at the bar act, I'm good with ever coming back.
Time goes by pretty fast and we ended up getting three more rounds of beer. I ask her what we're going to do about the ride home, but since we're not far from home really, she claims we can just get a cab. Besides, we're not paying for any alcohol, may as well enjoy the moment.
The DJ announces last call, so we walk over to get another drink. The bartender doesn't even wait for us to ask for something before sliding two beers our way. When turning back around, Levi approaches us. "Why hello there lovely ladies," he says loudly.
We both smile and wave. He is the reason we're down here after all, and the reason we're getting free drinks for whatever reason. He stands close but there is a lot of people around, so I just lean against the bar to make sure there is no touching of any kind. He still doesn't give me the best of feelings. I'm not sure why, it's just my gut reaction something is off with him. It doesn’t matter to me if he is well known or not.
"There is an after party back at my place if you ladies want to join?" He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively at the two of us.
"Sure," Amy says the same time I say, "No thanks."
He laughs and starts bringing his own beer to his lips. "Which is it?" He looks at Amy while he takes a sip.
She turns to me. "Please, pretty please, just for an hour. I'm not ready to go home yet. I have a buzz and just wanna have fun. He said it's a party, so there will be a lot of people there." She pouts her lips and bats her lashes.
Ah hell, who am I to say no to that? After all, I need to get out more. I look to the guy. "Who is going to be there?"
He twirls a finger in the air, signaling to the people around us. "Whoever wants to attend. I usually get a fine crowd of people."
"Ah, so you do this often?" I yell out.
"Sure do, every weekend." He grins and places his beer down between Amy and I on the counter, and when he pulls away he makes sure to brush his fingers along both our arms. "I got to grab a few of my buddies, let them know it's time to head out. Here's my card, address is on it. I'll see you ladies there." He pulls a card out of his front pocket and hands it to Amy, then winks in our direction as he walks off.
I pull the card from her immediately to make sure his job title isn't listed as a serial killer or something. She laughs at me, but I ignore it. Nope, it states he is a welder actually, and he has a local address with a home number and cell. If he carries cards around and has his information proudly printed on them, I'm sure he means well.
Finishing off my beer, I place it on the bar and we head out the doors. Amy calls a cab number and we give the address. They claim it'll be at least twenty minutes, so while waiting for it to arrive, we rush back in to use the bathroom, both giggling about our insane decision to go to some random party thrown by someone we don't know.
When coming out of the bathroom, the guy with the slick long hair that made way too inappropriate suggestions is standing across the door. Figures we couldn't leave without another run in. Amy and I keep our eyes down as we walk down the hall but he grabs my arm and it's rather hard. I can feel the sting under his grip. I try to pull away but it's to no avail.
"Ouch," I say and whack at his hand, but it's no use. He isn't letting up and the club is emptying out fast, since its past closing.
Amy stands tall with her arms crossed. "Excuse me, but we're not interested, you need to leave my friend alone before I call the cops."
He winks her way and tugs on me a little harder, this time he pulls me so I'm falling into his disgusting chest. He has what people would call a beer gut, and it hangs well over his too tight pair of black jeans. I immediately inhale cigar smoke from his hair and start coughing, trying to push away, but he just grips harder. "I suggest you don't do such a thing. Your friend here has been a tease all night, wearing this short dress and shaking her tight ass." His hand goes to my thigh and I smack it with my own free hand.
Amy takes a step closer, not looking in the least scared. I'm glad someone isn't terrified, I sure as hell am. "I said get your dirty paws off from my friend, or so help me God, you won't like the consequences. I'm not scared of some grimy piece of shit."
He makes an awkward sound with his throat as his nostrils flare and before I know what is happening, he is spitting a thick, white loogie at her. I want to gag, I feel so bad for her. I think I'd rather him have his hand on my arm than for him to spit at me.
"Now, if we're done here, I'm going to show your friend just what being a tease gets you. Some delicious mouthwatering loving." He licks his lips my way and starts to pull me towards the bathroom. I scream out in terror and Amy, ignoring the fact she just got spit on, runs over and starts hitting him on the back of the head, screaming at him as well.
He just laughs and continues pulling me. "Naughty girl," he whispers softly at me, just as he gets to the bathroom door.
I start pleading, loudly, hoping I get someone’s attention. Anyone’s attention. At this rate, he'll probably take us both. "Please, I'll do anything, just please. Stop!"
The door opens and he tugs me in with him, even though I'm doing everything in my power to claw at him and get away, but he is way too strong for me. Amy continues assaulting the back of his head with her fists, but when he gets in the bathroom, he turns and pushes her, causing her to fall backward.
"I'll be quick, bitch," he seethes at Amy. "Trust me, your friend is going to enjoy herself."
"Please," I beg him more. "Please don't do this."
He goes to close the door, even as Amy is using her legs to keep it open and I'm kicking at him fiercely, but he weighs close to three hundred pounds and we're like field mice in comparison to him. Just as it's about to latch, it swings back open, causing him to loosen his grip on me. I fall backwards on the ground, landing hard on my butt, and he gets pushed back into the wall.
I'm not sure who the guy is that comes flying in, but he just starts repeatedly punching the guy in the face over and over. Blood pours down the guys face and I'm just stuck here watching the craziness. Amy comes rushing to my side and wraps her arms around my shoulder. "Are you okay?" she asks me.
I jerk then turn my face to hers. She has tears in her eyes and I realize that I do too. "Uh, I think so." I’m honestly not sure if I am. That just happened way too fast. I was just way too close to something seriously horrible happening. I don't even want to think about it.
The grimy asshole falls to the ground, yet a smug smile remains on his face, giving me the creeps even more. The other guy, with blood all over his hand holds it out for me to take. I accept it so he can lift me off the ground. "You okay?" he asks. I see his shirt, it reads security. Ahh, he is a bouncer, that makes sense.
I nod my head quickly. "Yeah, now, thanks to you. Thank you so much for that."
"No problem. Do you need me to call the police so you can put in a complaint?"
"Um," I know I probably should, "that's okay. I'm sure he learned his lesson."
He shakes his head and grabs the guy shirt, pulling him off the ground. "Leonard, I thought I told you to stay the fuck out of this club." He practically pulls the guy behind him and I'm shocked by the fact this guy is known around here- and this is obviously not his first offense. Maybe I should have had him call the police. I just didn't want to be here until four in the morning, reliving the details of what just happened. I'd rather just move past it now.
I wash my hands and Amy washes the spit from her. "I'm not in the mood for that party now," she claims as we're drying them off.
I smile at her. "I'm not either, but we still can't drive."
"I'm going to call Kevin to come get me. Get us, I mean. I'll have him drop you off at your place if you want."
"No, that’s okay, I'll call my friend Aubrey or my mom. I need someone to keep me company tonight."
We both leave the bathroom and make our way outdoors. I try Aubrey's phone but it goes straight to voicemail. I'm sure she is long gone passed out, she is nine months pregnant, I shouldn't bother her. I look at the time and I really shouldn't bother my mom either. I'm sure I look like hell now too, and I don't want to worry her.
Scrolling through my contacts I come across two names that I know will pick me up and keep me company. The question is, which one do I want to call more.
Chapter Sixteen
"You need to take a shower, you look and smell like shit, no offense."
"Gee, none taken, thanks."
He slaps my arm and I flinch. "What, did that hurt?"
I look down at my arm and see a large bruise around my arm. When I start to rub it, his eyes zero in on it and grunts out in frustration. "What is that bruise from? That looks like someone put their damn hands on you. I can see finger marks." He pulls the vehicle over just seconds before his place and puts it in park. He reaches over to get a better look at the bruised rings around my arm. It's going to really hurt tomorrow, I can tell.
"Shit, it's already swelling. Who did this to you? I'll fucking kill him. Was it-"
"No, stop it. It was some drunken idiot who got way too grabby tonight. A bouncer beat his face in and kicked him out. I'll be fine if you stop touching it. It's sore." I pull my arm away and continue rubbing it with my other hand.
He slams the back of his head on the seat and rubs his face with his hands. "Fuckkk," he yells out. Not to me, just in general. I watch him, a little nervous seeing him so angry. "Please tell me you at least called the cops or something?" He turns to look at me again.
All I can do is stare. He shakes his head, annoyed, but doesn't say anything.
He puts the vehicle back in gear and we continue the ride to his place in silence.
When we arrive, he tells me to go ahead and take a shower and he'll bring me in some extra clothes of his to put on after. When I enter the bathroom, I grab a washcloth and towel out of the linen closet. I place my hands on the sink and hang my head for a moment, replaying everything happened tonight. I don't know how I could be so reckless. I don't know how I didn't see that coming. I can honestly say that was the scariest thing that has ever happened to me.
Knowing that thinking on it that way won't change things, or make me feel better, so I decide to shake it out of my head. I adjust the water temperature until its perfect, then I get in. Seconds later I hear a knock on the door. "All set," I yell out. I'm not sure why he feels the need to knock, he has seen me naked a million times, but I decide that at least he is being chivalrous.
I suck in a breath between my teeth as the hot water rushes down on my bruise. I pull on my arm to see the other side, just to see where his fingernails must have dug into me. I hadn't noticed until now, but there are four crescent shaped marks with dry blood on them.
The curtain pulls back and I almost fall down from it scaring me. "What are you doing?" I yell.
He actually looks embarrassed and it's adorable on him. "Sorry, you sounded like you were really hurt."
I raise a brow at him and try not to feel too awkward in the situation. "You could have just asked."
He smirks beautifully, then his eyes slowly look me up and down. Surprisingly it doesn't make me uncomfortable, it actually warms me up better than the hot water rushing down. I don't let on though, instead I cup some water in my hand and splash his face.
With a laugh, he jumps back and wipes his face. I grab the curtain and close it. "Leave me alone, I'm exhausted and want to get to bed soon."
"I bet you do," he says suggestively through the closed curtain. With a small laugh, he leaves the bathroom. I wash quickly, then get out and dry myself off. Once I towel dry my hair and get all the droplets from my body, I reach for the clothing he brought me. A tee-shirt. That is it. Nothing else, no boxer briefs, nothing. Great, just great. That little vindictive ass.
Fine, he wants to play that game. I grab the scented lotion I left here, rubbing it up and down my arms, legs and stomach. I braid my hair into two low pig tails, then I brush my teeth using his toothbrush- oops. I throw the tee-shirt on and walk out of the bathroom.
When I reach the bedroom, he is lying in bed, watching some TV, acting like I'm not at the door. I pretend he is non-existent as well. I walk over, pull the sheets back and climb in, then I roll over to my side so I'm not facing him. He clears his throat but I don't acknowledge it.
"Night, thanks for picking me up." I close my eyes.
He nudges me. "Hey, Cassie."
"Mm?"
There is a slight pause. "Um. Goodnight."
"Goodnight."
I can feel the bed move, like he is adjusting himself, but he is still watching TV, so I'm sure my plan will work out just fine. After several minutes, the TV goes off. "Cassie, you awake?" I don't answer. He sighs and the bed moves some more before the blanket gets pulled up.
I count twenty-five Mississippi’s, then I roll over, propping my knee just barely on top of his leg. He softly pushes it off him and I moan softly. I can feel him tense. "Cassie?" he whispers. "Hey, Cass, you awake?" I completely ignore him. I'm impressed with myself for keeping such a straight face.
When I
adjust my leg again, more of it goes on top of his. He sighs but doesn't move it. "Mm," I moan softly, then I reach my hand out. He has no shirt on. He did when I got in bed. It's hard to hold my smile back at that. "Ohh," I moan again, this time using my nails to slightly dig at his skin.
I can hear a small growl in the back of his throat. I'm driving him wild. I love it. It's his fault. He slowly pulls my hand away, but he brushes his fingers softly over my bruise. It's so endearing, it makes my heart swell. But I'm not in the mood to think about that, I'm just in the mood to torture him for not bringing me anything to slide under the oversized tee-shirt.
My shirt pulls up when I move where my hand is, then I turn over, pushing the blankets down just lightly with my leg. I know my butt is hanging out just below the hem of the shirt. I have to press my lips together when I feel his hand caress it softly. If I really were sleeping, I'm not sure if this would be creepy or not. I decide since it's him, it's really not creepy at all.
I push my butt into his touch, making it look like my body is stretching. His hand moves to my hip. The touch warms me all over. This just got harder. I'm liking his touch, I wasn't expecting it though. I simply wanted to make him suffer, but now his hand is inching closer to my core and my body is buzzing.
He separates my legs slowly and his hand glides down until it lightly rests in the middle. I can feel myself get wetter at the sudden warmth of his skin. One lonely finger runs up and down the seam of my entrance. I'm not sure If I've ever been so teased before, and with the fact I'm trying oh so desperately to not move or make any noise, it just makes the situation all the more intense.
That one finger slowly dips inside me but it doesn't go far as the rest of his hand just rests there.
Not able to handle it much more, I push my hips up to meet his touch. I can feel his body get closer, then his lips are on my neck. I tilt my head away, giving him better access and he lightly licks it, sending shivers all over. That seems to excite him as his adjusts his hand and ends up shoving his finger deep inside me.
The moan that leaves my mouth is not a fake one at all. He pauses a moment, then does it again. My breathing increases the same time his does. He adds a second finger and pushes it inside me, then wiggles them before pulling them out. I gasp at the feeling.
