The Betrayal - Sex Stories for Women (Adult Short Stories for Women)

by Flemming, E. M.

  I turned back again, and he was gone. Where did he go?

  “Looking for someone?” he asked.

  He had made his way right next to me at the bar. I looked into his eyes, batting my eyelashes. God he was good looking.

  “No,” I said, and I smiled.

  He smiled back. “Good, I thought for a moment you were waiting for someone else,” he said. Was he being sarcastic?

  “No, it’s just us.” I motioned my head towards Hallie, next to me. She was too infatuated with the bartender to even notice the gorgeous guy I was talking to. “It’s my friend’s birthday,” I half shouted.

  He smiled and placed his drink down in front of him, squeezing in further towards the bar, wedging himself between myself and another girl who was seated next to me. “Sorry,” he said to the other girl. I don’t think she minded. I stared at his arms as he squeezed in. Those arms.

  I waited for him to talk some more, but he didn’t. He just stood there nursing his drink, looking at me every so often. There was this confident air about him that drew me in, and his smell. His smell was incredible. I could have just inhaled him into me at that very moment.

  More shots landed in front of us. Hallie was really working the bartender, and the free shots kept rolling in. “I don’t know how many more shots I can handle. We should pace ourselves,” I said to her. But she was oblivious to me at that point. I almost snapped my fingers by her ear to get her attention, but stopped myself when he spoke to me again.

  “So,” he said.

  I smiled. I could feel him rub up closer to me. I could feel that warm body next to mine and it felt really good. The chemistry was electric. I wanted him to just grab my hair and have his way with me.

  “So,” I said back. Why was he being so awkward?

  “I couldn’t help but notice you from across the room.”

  “Oh?” I was being coy.

  “Yeah, and I just felt compelled to come up here and talk to you. Like something was calling me, drawing me nearer to you.”

  So, he was either reading my mind, or some other magnetic attraction was in full swing. I smiled. “Really?” I asked.

  “Yes, really. It’s the strangest thing actually. What’s your name?”

  “Sydney,” I said.

  “Nice to meet you, Sydney, I’m Blake.”

  I went to shake his hand and he kissed it. He actually brought my hand up to his mouth and touched his sweet supple lips to it. I could have melted right there.

  “It’s nice to meet you too,” I said. I felt like I turned bright red.

  He stood there and smiled some more at me. What was he thinking about? Why did he keep smiling and looking at me like that? It was starting to get loud in the bar and people were crowding in. I could feel a mixture of the bass thumping through the space, and the vibrations from his arm as it kept grazing me.

  Electric.

  He leaned over to speak with Hallie, and he shouted from behind me. “Happy 25th birthday, Hallie,” he said.

  She smiled at him. She took her attention away from the bartender as soon as she noticed the gorgeous guy standing next to me, and she bumped my shoulder with hers. “Who is that?” she mouthed.

  “That’s, Blake,” I said. I turned back to him, “Wait, how did you know it was her…”

  He interrupted me before I could finish. “Let me buy you guys a round of drinks. How does that sound?”

  Hallie was staring at him now, as he pushed back his bronze tussled hair. She was just as mesmerized by him just as much as I was. I could see Hallie’s green eyes light up every time he smiled in her direction. Hey, he’s not yours, I thought. But it was her birthday, so I didn’t dare say anything like that.

  “What can I get you guys to drink?” he asked.

  I’ll take a shot of you. That was what I wanted to say. Hallie smiled at him again. She nearly stopped paying attention to the bartender, who was now up to his ears in patrons anyways.

  “Vodka,” I said.

  “Just vodka?” he asked.

  “Screwdrivers!” Hallie shouted in my ear.

  He smiled. “Okay, three screwdrivers it is,” he said.

  I was smitten. He looked at me again and smiled, and I nearly melted. What was it about this guy?

  “Where are you from?” he asked.

  “Originally from Oklahoma, a small town there north of Oklahoma City. Are you familiar with Oklahoma?”

  He smiled, as if he already knew all about me. “Are you from Oklahoma too?” he asked Hallie. She leaned over and the three of our faces were now inches from one another.

  “Nope, I’m from right here in New York City,” she said. She was starting to slur her words and it wasn’t even midnight yet.

  Hallie turned to look at me, as if to try to give me some sort of signal. “Are you here alone, Blake?” she asked.

  “Yes, I was supposed to meet up with a friend, but he ended up bailing at the last minute, so I came out anyways.”

  “Oh,” she said. She smiled at him again. “Well, if you want, we’re going out after this to a club not too far from here. Do you want to join us?”

  I was shocked. Here was Hallie clearly hitting on the guy that I was interested in. But, it was her birthday. What could I say?

  “Yeah, sure. I mean, of course. I would love to.” He smiled again, but was looking at me as he said the words.

  I looked over at Hallie whose face had contorted into something between glee and curiosity. She was probably wondering who he liked more.

  “And you know, I think both you girls are great,” he said.

  Did he just read our minds? Hallie and I both looked at each other. That was weird, we thought. I smiled, and all Hallie could do was make a strange face.

  “Can I get another round of drinks?” he asked the bartender. At this rate, we were going to be so drunk that we weren’t even going to be able to make it to the club.

  Blake turned to me. “Don’t worry, we’ll pace ourselves after this one.”

  That was weird, again, I thought. “Hey, are you reading my mind or something?” I smiled at him, but it was a serious question.

  “If only I could do that,” he said. He smiled back, but it was a sly smile. The kind of smile you give someone when you’re holding on to some deep, dark secret.

  I smiled back. The music was pumping now, and they were playing some new house music mix way too loud.

  “Cheers guys,” Blake said. He held up his drink to mine and looked me in the eyes. Those crystal blue eyes made me melt.

  “Cheers,” I said, looking straight back at him.

  He turned his gaze to Hallie this time. “Cheers, birthday girl. Happy 25th birthday.”

  “Hey,” I said,” how did you know it was her 25th birthday? I didn’t tell you that.”

  “Lucky guess,” he said, and he smiled again. There was that sly smile. I could have just eaten up right there.

  Hallie gave me this look, as if she wanted to get out of there. “Hey, should we take another shot and head to the club?” she asked.

  “Last one,” I said.

  Blake smiled. “Three more lemon drops,” he said to the bartender. Hallie and I looked at each other, but were too drunk by that point to really care too much.

  As the shots wore on and the liquor ran rampant, Hallie and I would catch each other’s gazes after staring at Blake. We were both infatuated with him, which was clear. And, his laughter was contagious. Every time he laughed we would both follow suit. What was it about this guy? What was it that kept drawing me in; drawing us in?

  “Woo hoo!” Hallie shouted at the top of her lungs as one of her favorite songs came on. “Come on,” she cooed, “one dance before we go. One dance.”

  I could see her pulling and trying to get Blake to get to the dance floor with her. I just shrugged my shoulders and smiled. I was getting pretty drunk, but Blake wasn’t having it. He pulled me along with them. So there we were, two best friends celebrating a birthday, with one incredibl
y gorgeous guy. Who was it going to be? Who was going to get to take him home? It was clear that he was interested in me, but was I going to take one for the team and let her have him? I hadn’t decided yet.

  As the thoughts of a heated embrace ran through my mind, my legs quivered. It was a good thing I was shaking my ass on the dance floor because had I been standing still, I probably wouldn’t have known what to do with myself. When we danced, it seemed like time was standing still and running in slow motion. I could see the beads of sweat on Blake’s face and neck as he danced. I watched him gyrate those hips and imagined them on top of me, impaling me. What was happening to me?

  “I love this song,” Hallie shouted. She danced around in circles, and kept trying to cozy up to Blake, but he wasn’t having it. He kept looking at me in an attempt to apologize. You don’t have to apologize. But as the thought ran through my mind, I realized how sweet it was that he wasn’t trying to let my best friend steal him away from me. He wanted to let me know that I was his favorite, and as drunk as we all were, that message was loud and clear to me; it was very loud and clear.

  I looked at Blake dancing and we locked eyes on the dance floor. I could feel the thumping bass running through my bones as the three of us twirled around. God he’s hot. I looked at Hallie and I could see that she was clearly eyeing up like a piece of meat. And why wouldn’t she? He was gorgeous. But just as she was trying to rope him into doing a close bump-and-grind dance, he locked eyes with me again. I saw him beckoning me to draw nearer to him, and I could see the look of disdain on Hallie’s face. It was after all her birthday.

  Should I not let him lure me in? Should I let Hallie have him? No, he was mine. I spotted him first, and it was at point that I realized we were going to be in for a crazy night.

  “Having fun?” he yelled as he twirled closer to me. Hallie was clinging nearby like a lost puppy.

  “Yes,” I yelled back. I smiled at him. But it wasn’t a normal smile this time. This time, it was my dirty smile. It was the sly type of smile I gave when I’m was up to no good, and he could see it in my eyes. He could just tell right then what I was thinking because it was obvious. It was written all over my face. I wanted him, and I wanted him badly.

  We left the bar at the behest of Hallie who was starting to get irritated that Blake was paying more attention to me than he was to her. I could see her getting visibly upset, and so could he. But he was smart about it, he could tell that she wanted him, but he didn’t make her feel left out ever. During the entire time that we were all dancing on the dance floor, he never once made her or I feel like we were singled out. He was a master of the social situation, and it was clear to me that this guy was a keeper. I wasn’t sure how I was going to have him, but I had decided right then and there that I was going to have him, no matter what.

  5

  You could just hear the music thumping as we got closer to the nightclub. It was just after midnight when we left the bar, and the three of us piled in the back of a taxi. Blake sat in the middle, and Hallie and I were on either side. It felt good being pressed up against him, but then I wondered how Hallie felt. I wondered if she had felt the same way sitting there, only inches from his face. I wondered what thoughts were running through her own mind. Blake. My God he was gorgeous. I looked over at him and half smiled as I stared at his slightly tanned, chiseled features. His boyish good looks probably had all the ladies going crazy.

  “Ever been to this place before?” I asked him.

  “What’s it called again?”

  “Limelight,” I said. I looked over at Hallie and she was staring at him too. She was probably thinking the same exact thing I was. But who would he want in the end? Hallie was definitely a stunner. I couldn’t really say otherwise. She was always attracting the guys, but then again, so was I. I considered myself to be pretty attractive as well. In fact, I usually could have my way with guys, and never really cared much one way or another about them. But, this was different. Something about him felt different.

  I looked at Blake as he sat there looking so stoic, his puffy lips looked so delectable. It took every ounce of my will power not to lean over, grab him, and start making out with him right there in that taxi.

  It’s your best friend’s birthday. I tried to keep telling myself that. If she wants him, let her have him. But I was at odds with my mind. It kept telling me to do one thing, but my libido was telling me to do another. They seemed to be at war with one another, and I wasn’t sure which one was going to win out. And as I sat there close to Blake, our arms touching, I could feel that electric impulse vibrating through my body. I could feel the sensation running up and down my legs, and I started to quiver. I could almost feel my lips quivering as we pulled up to the club and got out of the taxi.

  “We’re here!” Hallie was teeming with excitement as her black high-heeled boots hit the sidewalk. We all got out of the taxi and started walking up to the old converted church, which had now become one of the hottest nightclubs in the city.

  I hope we don’t have to wait in line. That was all I could think of as we both latched onto Blake’s arms for balance. It was weird, but I it felt right. We had just met him, but we were so comfortable with him. I looked over at Hallie and she couldn’t be happier. Even though she had her arm hooked into my man, I decided I was going to let it go for the night. For the night, I wouldn’t care. But after that night, then it was no holds barred.

  Blake looked at me as we strutted towards the long line that weaved its way out and around the old church. We could feel the vibration of the music, as we got closer. The thumping of the bass felt like it traveled through the sidewalk, shaking the entire ground around the old gothic looking structure. As he looked at me, our eyes locked for a moment, and I was in a trance. He had this weird hold over me. I didn’t know how to explain it, but I felt like he was inside my mind.

  When he looked at me, he must have seen a look of concern. He mouthed “Don’t worry, I got this,” as we got closer to the line. I didn’t really know what he was talking about. Maybe he was just drunk? Was he referring to Hallie or me? I felt confused.

  When we grew closer to the line, I understood what he meant. I tried to pull him towards the back, but he just kept dragging us forward. We walked up past a very long and winding line of stylishly dressed young adults that seemed to all be impatiently dancing in place.

  “I know the girl at the door,” he said to us. And as we were walking, we were stopped by security. The big burly man in a black muscle tee peered down at us, took one look at Blake, and smiled.

  “Blake! Where’ve you been man?” he asked.

  Blake smiled, shook his hand, and had a quick conversation. “Been crazy; running around. You know the drill.”

  “Hey,” said the security guard, ”Emily’s at the door. Be sure and call me. Let’s get the guys together for some poker.”

  “Sounds good,” Blake said.

  Who are you?

  We rounded the corner and made our way down the side along the red velvet ropes, to the front of the door. The scene looked like something out of a Hollywood movie with a red carpet, backdrop, and cameras everywhere. “What is this?” I asked.

  “Some movie premier thing they probably have going on tonight. That’s why the long line,” said Blake.

  “And you can get us in?”

  He just smiled.

  We walked up to the front where the scene was madness. People were pressed up against one another trying to get to the front door. The tall lanky woman at the door with a very tight sequin mini-dress noticed us and saw Blake. She walked over.

  “Blake, darling. Where have you been?” she asked in a Russian accent.

  Blake smiled again. “Sorry, doll, I’ve been around. So good to see you,” he said as she lifted the velvet rope and let us slide through. “What’s going on here tonight?”

  “Oh, you know, another big movie premier after party. You just missed all the celebrities that walked through.”

  B
lake smiled again. He looked like he probably had known all of them too. Who are you? The thought ran through my mind again, and he looked over at me. His eyes sparkled in the outdoor lights by the entrance. I could see mischief in his eyes, but then again, there was probably mischief in my eyes as well. I couldn’t help but feel drawn to him. But, when I looked at Hallie, I could see her gazing at him as well. And it wasn’t your average gaze; it was an elongated stare. The kind that says I want to rip your clothes off right now.

  “So, how does it feel to have two beautiful ladies on your arm?” I asked, as we clasped his arms again from either side and walked through the entrance, and down a long dark tunnel before emerging inside the enormous club. The music was so loud it made it difficult to speak.

  “Good,” he yelled.

  “What?” I asked.

  “It feels good!” he said, almost screaming. He was happy to be there. We were all happy to be there. There was something about that place – the deep house music sound, the flashing lights, and thousands of sweaty, hard bodies pressed up against each other; there was something about it that just turned me on. He looked at me, and I could tell he knew exactly what I was thinking. I could tell he knew precisely what was on my mind. He flashed me a sly smile just as the thoughts crossed my mind and our eyes locked again for a moment.

  I smiled at him again as he led the two of us through the sea of people on the massive dance floor. I could start to really feel the music now, and we were pushed up against one another now as we wormed our way through the swarms of partygoers that were pulsating and gyrating on the dance floor.

  We pushed through until we got to another rope at the other end of the dance floor, where another tall, muscular security guard stood. His face flashed into a giant smile as soon as he saw Blake. I could see them exchange words and a clasp of the hand, and another rope was lifted and we were whisked through.

  Who are you?

  Inside, the VIP room, the scene was different. It was a gathering of high society – the elite of New York. I noticed three separate celebrities as we continued to walk through the space and up a set of stairs until we were on a private balcony in the VIP area overlooking the dance floor. More celebrities.