CHAPTER TWO

The second all four girls entered the club, Hailey dragged her straight to the bar. Phoebe wondered how her parents handled her, she was so…so…wild, so free, so energetic. And she didn't give a flying fuck who doesn't approve. They both hoisted their asses into stools and waited while Hailey made their order.

"Bartender, two shots of tequila and two shots of chilled Cîroc!"

Hailey turned to look at Phoebe and noticed her looking around nervously.

"What's up, Phoebe?"

"I don't know…a lot of people are looking at me…are you sure this looks good on me?"

Hailey looked around and surely, there were men and even women whose eyes were transfixed on Phoebe, particularly on her ass. Hailey chuckled and looked at Phoebe's flushed face.

"Honey, they're staring—as they should—because you're the hottest in the room. It's what humans do when they see something or someone…they like."

"I know that but…"

"…but it's slightly uncomfortable?" Phoebe nodded and Hailey just sighed and continued.

"It's uncomfortable for you because you think your body is terrible, which in reality it isn't. it's all just in your head."

Phoebe let Hailey's words sink in, and she felt herself begin to loosen up. Though, that may be the shot Hailey had made her drink. By the third glass, all inhibitions were gone with the wind, and Phoebe and Hailey were butt dancing on the stool. In that minute, they were joined by Cindy and Mindy who were both breathing heavily from all their exertions on the dance floor. They ordered shots of their own and Hailey and Phoebe cheered them on as they threw them back, and they went back to dancing right there in front of the bar.

Phoebe was feeling outdone and decided to show off her bedroom dancing skills in the bar, a faint voice was telling her she would be regretting her actions come morning but by morning, she would be blaming all her excesses on the alcohol. Tonight, was to get wild and have crazy fun. Phoebe spread her legs on the stool, placed her hands on the tiny space on her stool, and began to twerk. Her friends went mad as they pulled out their phones and began making videos and cheering her on.

For her, it was the time of her life, for the man sitting behind her, it was the torture of the century, twice he had choked on his drink and she was still going. But they didn't care, Phoebe didn't care, she moved her waist like there was never going to be a tomorrow. She looked up and her eyes caught that of a mysterious man upstairs, he was leaning on the railing, watching her with a glass in his hand, his face was hooded so she couldn't tell his features but somehow, she knew that he was handsome. You can call it a woman's intuition. She just knew. And for some reason she couldn't explain, his gaze on her made her want to do bad things, crazy things.

Phoebe slowly got up from her stool, sashayed to the dance floor, and began the real dancing, all while keeping her eyes glued to the mystery man. Before long, Phoebe felt a pair of hands on her and a groin was grinding into her ass, but she wasn't bothered, she imagined that it was the big strong hands of her mystery man, she moaned and began to grind harder on him. She could feel her arousal begin to smear her panties, her dance partner mistook her moans to mean she was enjoying his ministrations and let his hands begin to roam her curves, but he overstepped his bounds. No sooner had he groped her breasts than the mystery man threw him a few feet away from her.

Phoebe stopped dancing and giggled as she watched the man try to stand on his own two feet. That giggle died in her mouth when the mystery man turned his attention fully to her, she gulped but held her ground as he moved closer to her. So close that they breathed each other in like oxygen. She looked at him and studied his profile. She was right, he was handsome, gorgeous, he had bright brown eyes, in contrast to her big browns, he had a sharp chiseled jaw, she slowly put out her tongue and licked her lips and imagined it was his jawline I was tracing with my tongue. A shiver ran down her spine when he bit her earlobe and whispered in her ear.

"Careful, princess. I might think you want to fuck me." Phoebe ran her hands across his chest and leaned up enough to whisper in his ear.

"But…what if I want to?" Phoebe lifted her left leg till her knee touched his waist and rubbed her foot along his inner thigh.

"What if I want you to unzip your trousers and fuck me right here, where just about anybody might see us?"

Jamie groaned and buried his head in her neck, nibbling on the soft skin just below her earlobe and breathing in her scent. His right hand took hold of her knee that was still at his waist while his left hand slowly trailed from her waist to her ass and after a generous squeeze continued till it settled right at the apex of her thighs, where it was needed the most. They both moaned and the loud music of the club swallowed it, Jamie moaned because he found she was so slippery and wet even though the flimsy thong she had on and Phoebe moaned because she was getting the much-needed friction she knew she deserved. She bucked into his fingers as he rubbed them over her aching center.

"In as much as I would love nothing but for you to wrap your legs around my waist and let me fuck you right here, I think we need to go somewhere more private. I don't want to chase away my patrons with your screams of ecstasy, and believe me…there will be screams."

Phoebe looked around for any of the girls and found all three of them looking at her, she almost died of embarrassment. Had they been watching the whole time? It was as though they could read her mind because they made shooing motions with their hands and gave her a thumbs up. Phoebe didn't know whether to be relieved or not, they were so willing to let her go away with a stranger.

"12 stories."

"What?"

"The building is 12 stories. You asked me just how many stories the building was, right?"

Phoebe immediately agreed with him before he thought she was psycho; she hadn't even realized that she had voiced her thoughts. The elevator stopped and they got out, took another left, and then arrived at a door, he swiped his keycard and opened the door. The room was magnificent, it was nothing short of beautiful. Phoebe took off my heels and sat on the bed, the bed bounced, it was so soft on her bottom that she couldn't resist lying on it. She threw her legs on the bed and raised her hands till they were behind her head.

"Your place is nice, but why did you have to go through all that turns and elevator? Isn't that stressful for you?"

"It is, but it is all for security, princess."

Whatever she was going to reply to him died on her lips as saliva dried in her mouth, all the abs she had felt on the dance floor were on display and it was much better than her imagination. He had tattoos on the left side of his chest and his right hand was covered in ink. She felt her vagina walls tighten by just looking at the tattoos. She rolled on her stomach to get a better look as he stripped down to his boxers and moved towards the bed. Phoebe squealed and giggled as he pulled her leg till her ass was at the edge of the bed.

"You sure you want to do this? I won't condone regrets come morning."

"Well, I don't think we would have come this far if I was going to back out, Mister…what's your name again?"

"It's Jamie." Phoebe giggled at a silly thought that popped in her head.

"I can't believe we're about to fuck and we don't even know each other's names…I'm Phoebe."

"Well, we won't be needing names for what we're about to do…oh, actually, you'll be needing my name when you come so hard on my cock."

Jamie pulled her up by her shoulders and began an idle search for her zipper or whatever it was that held this gown together. His patience wore thin when he didn't find it immediately and so he grabbed the front of the little dress and ripped it clean off of her. Only bits were hanging on to her person and that was easily remedied. And so, she sat there, in nothing but her soaked thong and under the heavy hooded inspection of this Jamie.

Phoebe watched him too, first as he spread her thighs as far as they would go and then as he moved away from her to look at his price. She opened her mouth to stop him when he fisted her thong but it was too late, before she could get any words to come out of her mouth, her underwear was destroyed.

Jamie swore under his breath as he took in the woman before him, she was pure curves and natural too. He wanted to just push her down on the bed and fuck her till she forgot her name but he knew she wouldn't be here by morning; he never repeated the same woman twice. He wanted to savor the time he had with her.

Jamie wrapped his hands around her neck and kissed her roughly, alternating between choking her and letting her come up for air. No one has ever done that with her before, she almost panicked but then she felt her juices flow even harder and soon she found herself moaning every time his hand tightened around her neck. Jamie moved his hands from her neck and fondled her breasts, rolling the taut nipples between his fingers, Phoebe moaned and threw her head back, offering her chest to him to do as he pleases. Jamie's mouth joined in the fun as he sucked the nipple into his mouth, alternating between sucking lightly and harder. He would pull back occasionally and blow the breeze on the wet nipple, driving Phoebe out of her mind. She began to rub herself on his thigh in an attempt to ease the ache between her thighs, but that wasn't doing anything to help Jamie's cause in savoring the moment. He cursed loudly and pushed her back down on the bed and lifted her legs until her knees were above his shoulder, he moved his hands to her waist and pulled her closer to his mouth.

Jamie breathed in her essence and almost, he wasted no time diving in for a feast. Phoebe could only moan and groan as she thrashed around wildly. Jamie's tongue lapped up her juices and twirled around her walls, he caught her clit between his lips and sucked it into his mouth. Phoebe began to see stars as he kept up the suction but she groaned when he stopped when she was so close.

Jamie flipped her onto her stomach so her legs dangled from the edge of the bed and entered her in one thrust, Phoebe groaned as she tried to adjust to his size but he was having none of it, he held on to her hips and pushed her back on him. Phoebe's eyes rolled to the back of her head when he hit just the right spot.

"Fuck, Jamie!"

Jamie moaned and swore when he felt her tighten around him, this was going to be a quick power fuck and weirdly, he was okay with that. He bent over her and placed his hands beside her head, so he even went deeper, he pulled her hair, making her arch her back, and pounded into her for all he was worth. Phoebe's eyes rolled to the back of her head as her orgasm ripped through her without warning, triggering Jamie's as well. They both screamed their release, yelling profanities as they came down from their high. At that moment, Phoebe was really glad that there was no one close to hear them, she would have been so embarrassed.

Jamie reluctantly pulled out of her and rearranged her so she lay properly on the bed and snuggled in next to her.

Phoebe was so sated that she didn't even know when she drifted off to sleep. She was too sated to even care.