Chapter 5
The location was an abandoned warehouse, and the ambiance was completely different than the last time.
On the outside, the building was run down and looked abandoned, but inside, it looked like a club.
Stripper poles were placed throughout the floor, and the walls were all mirrors.
The music was blasting and vibrating through the floor, sending chills up my body.
Unlike the last party, where people stripped down before entering, clothing was removed along the way.
Some people were naked, others half-dressed, and a handful, like me, were fully clothed.
I wasn’t sure what to expect or whether I would participate, but being here made me feel alive. Slowly walking through the place, I figured getting a drink would help ease my nerves. I ordered a shot at the bar and down it quickly.
“Let me get gin straight,” a man stood beside me ordering. “Can I get you a drink?” he asked me.
Interacting made me nervous, but there was no going back now. I was here, was there really any going back? Unsure if I could last here being sober, I smiled back and nodded my head to the man.
“I’ll have a gin tonic,” I tell the bartender.
“What’s your name?” the man asks me.
Maybe I shouldn’t give him a real name. “Brandy.”
“Dillian,” he extended his hand for me to shake. “First time here?”
“No,” I replied as I returned his handshake.
He was also fully dressed in a plaid button-down shirt and khakis, which made me comfortable. He must have been new to this as well.
His smile lit up his face. “Want to take a walk around?”
“Sure.”
It was a large space, and even though it was all open, there was so much going on you could barely tell it was one floor. As we people-watched, we had a conversation.
“What are you into?”
“Testing the waters.”
Dillian nodded his head, “You’re at the fun stage. Exploring a bit of everything.”
We pass a woman dancing on a pole for a man who seems tentatively looking at her.
She was topless and swung her body around like a professional.
When I caught her face, she looked familiar.
Where have I seen her? She let go of the pole as though it bored her and walked toward the man facing her.
Ripping his shirt open, she peeled it off of him, exposing his back—it was the man with the birthmark on his left shoulder.
Anticipation came over me; I needed to see his face.
Gulping down my drink, I begin walking towards him.
This was it. I can put a face to the body and hope that body would give me the same thrill as last time without the aftermath of the guilt.
“Where are you going?” Dillian asks.
“I’ll be back,” I said, unsure if that would be true.
As I walk toward the man, my legs completely give out.
I hadn’t realized how much I drank that night.
Falling onto a couple seated on a sofa, fully naked and all over each other, they assumed I wanted to join.
Their hands started exploring my body, something I wasn’t ready for.
Looking up to Dillian for help, he just watched without giving a helping hand.
I shouldn’t be panicking. After all, this was a sex party, but this felt all wrong.
Feeling hands going up my arm, thigh, back, and chest, I struggled to get out of their grip, but suddenly, my body felt weak when their fingers tried to remove my underwear.
Unable to push them away with enough force, there’s a surge of arousal pulsing through me.
The man and woman’s touch started to feel sensational.
“Get the fuck off her.”
The words rang in my ears. The man and woman were pulled off of me, and then I was tossed over a shoulder.
The music playing pulsed through my body; I could feel it on my skin.
As I was being carried away, I saw Dillian lying flat on the floor.
If Dillian isn’t the one carrying me, then who is?
The odds of it being the man with the birthmark excited me, but looking down at the person’s backside, I saw they were clothed, which was disappointing.
I was taken outside, and the person yelled something out to one of the guards.
“You have bozos in there mixing shit into girls’ drinks. Next time I catch this shit, the whole place is going up in smoke.”
The man nodded. He looked scared, which made me giggle.
“Okay, you can put me down now,” I said as I realized the man carrying me was walking away from the warehouse.
“You’re going home.”
A vehicle was parked around the warehouse in a secluded area, but I couldn’t make it out.
There was one light post, which was the only source of light.
The night air was chilly but felt amazing against my skin.
Finally placed on my feet, I looked up to see who this man was.
My vision was blurry, and I couldn’t stand properly alone.
Leaning my back on the vehicle, I could only make out this man’s dark features.
Thick hair, high cheekbones, and black stubble covering his jawline gave him a mysterious look, but I was quickly distracted by his unbuttoned shirt that exposed his chest. His pants hung on his hip, exposing his v-cut, which gave me the urge to trace my tongue along it.
Grabbing the loop of his pants, I pull him closer to me.
Unexpecting the advancement, he falls toward me with both hands, landing on the top of the car, stopping him from making contact with me.
As he came forward, the light from a lamppost exposed the man’s face, and once I saw the scar cutting through his left eyebrow, I felt the blood drain out my face.
“Emilio?” I whimpered.
“What are you doing here?,” he asked in a husky voice.
“What are you doing here?,” I questioned in return.
My legs were shaky, and I didn’t realize I was falling until he caught me.
“Didn’t I drop you off? How did you get here?”
“It’s barely midnight; why should I stay home?”
“You’re fucking slurring your words, Bethany.”
Was I? I thought I was speaking just fine. Emilio opens the door, forcing me into the passenger seat.
“What are you even doing here?”
Emilio looked annoyed, “Working.”
I couldn’t help but giggle, “Working? Like a sex worker?”
That seemed to piss him off, “Bethany,” he breathed and remained as calm as he could. “Get in the car.”
I would have pushed his buttons, but somehow, I felt drunker.
Barely able to stand straight, I fell into the passenger seat.
Emilio slams the door shut and swiftly walks to the driver’s side.
As I watch him walk around the car, his unbuttoned shirt is pushed back from a light brush of wind, exposing his torso.
His obliques were perfectly sculpted. Did he work out?
When did he have the time? When he was seated in the driver’s seat, I blushed from my body reacting to checking him out.
Emilio sped off without even glancing at me once.
The rush of watching the city fly past me as I looked out the window; the engine's humming vibration sent waves of static through my body, mixed with his scent, sparked strong arousal. It wasn’t as though he smelt differently than before—for some reason, it was stronger tonight and doing something to me.
When he said he was working tonight, what exactly was he doing?
Was he a participant? The city looked different tonight.
The color of the lights was bursting toward me, and I felt as though I could feel the outside air hitting my face as we drove.
I turned my head toward him and watched as he gripped the steering wheel with one hand and the clutch with his other as he switched gears.
“Did I ruin your night?” I asked.
Ignoring my question, “You shouldn’t be at those parties.”
“Why? Because people are having sex everywhere.” rolling my eyes, “I know what sex is. I’ve done it before.”
“That’s not a place for someone like you to be.”
“Ugh, here we go again with this.”
“Luca finds out and will lock you in his cellar."
“Luca. Luca. Luca. All everyone cares about is what Luca will say, do, or think,” I whined.
“Your brother built meaning behind the name DeCarlo. Something you clearly don’t value.”
“That’s not true,” I pouted, trying even to convince myself. Of course, I was proud to be a DeCarlo, but that didn’t mean it made me happy. “You said you were there tonight working?”
“There’s no need to go into details about it.”
“You sound scared,” I teased.
“Scared?” Emilio shot me a look, “Scared of what?”
“That Luca would find out how you spend your free time.”
“Your brother doesn’t need to know what I do in my spare time.” Emilio looked at me with a concerned face and asked, “Are you feeling okay?”
“I only had a couple of sips, but everything is… a lot.”
Emilio inhaled sharply, “Something was put in your drink.”
“How do you know that?”
“Once I saw you, I knew something was up. That’s not like you.”
Right, of course not. “It’s getting really hot. Can you turn on the AC?”
He blasts the air, and the coldness on my skin makes me pant. My body woke up as though life was sprung back into me, and I was loving it.
“Feels good?” The side of his mouth curved into a smirk as though he had a secret but said nothing.
I nod my head, “Mmhhmm.”
“That prick from the party put something in your drink. Probably X. So you’ll feel everything a bit more intensely.”
“X? Like ecstasy?” I laugh, “We call it Molly these days, old man.”
“There are a few names for it, sweetheart. Is it your first time on it?”
I nod my head. My hands touched my thighs; the bare skin-to-skin felt nice. I tilt my head back and close my eyes. Emilio was right—everything was intensified. All my senses felt heightened, and it was exhilarating.
“What are you doing?” Emilio asked.
Rather than reply, I let out a moan.
“Bethany. What the fuck.”
Without realizing it, I had opened my legs and slid my hand in between my thighs to finger myself.
I got lost in giving myself an orgasm. The sound of my fingers entering and exiting my soaked core was the only thing you could hear within the car aside from my moaning.
Opening my eyes, I look at Emilio. It wasn’t until he turned his head and we made eye contact that I saw he was affected. This only made me keep going.
He reached out his hand and grabbed my wrist to remove my hand from touching myself, but he was too late.
I came, letting out a light scream. My body relaxed as I sunk further into the seat.
I smirk from the satisfaction. But what was even more satisfying was seeing a look in his eyes.
Me, Bethany DeCarlo, had Emilio out of character.
He was in control of himself but gave a different type of energy.
His grip on the steering wheel made his knuckles turn white.
The hand on my wrist was giving off heat.
I wanted more. Squeezing my legs shut in an attempt to keep his hand in place, I lean forward and place my hand on his bare chest, making my way down to his crotch, but his hand broke free.
Grabbing my wrist, Emilio sounded irritated, “I don’t know what the fuck you are pulling here, Bethany, but cut the shit.”
“Why?” I teased. “I don’t turn you on?”
We pull into the driveway of Luca’s home, and Emilio slams on the brake once we pass the gate.
Still needing to go up the driveway, Emilio parked the car and got out.
I watch him walk to the passenger side and open the door.
Emilio pulled me out of the car, and I stood leaning against it as Emilio came face to face with me.
“This is the drug talking. You need to get your shit together before you go inside. You hear me?”
I wrap my arm around his neck while my other hand rests on his oblique. “Am I not your type?”
“Sweetheart, I’m all for a blonde with big tits, but you’re messing with the wrong guy.”
Boldy, I wrap my leg around him, pushing the limit. “Scared you’ll get in trouble?”
After removing my leg from his hip, Emilio points his thumb behind him. “That camera behind me is pointing right at us. Your brother will see it once security flags something as an issue.”
As I looked over his shoulder, on the fence, there was a camera pointed directly at us. Even though it was dark out, I was sure it had night vision. This place was scattered with security.
“The fearless Emilio is scared.”
“I’m not the one who would be scared.” Taking my hand, he places it in his pants over his boxers. He was rock hard. “I’ll fuck you right here.”
In shock by his bold move, I stood speechless for a moment. “You’re bluffing.”
Emilio closed the gap between us, taking me by surprise as I placed both hands up against his bare chest. He slowly began pulling up the hem of my dress, which was already short, so there wasn’t much there.
Pressing his erection into me, I felt my heart beating out of my chest. His face was getting closer to mine, and as our lips were about to touch, a bright light was cast upon us.
The light was blinding, and that’s when I realized we would be seen on camera, and the fear of my brother finding out all came crashing down on me. Instantly, I push Emilio away. He looked at me as I adjusted my dress.
“That’s what I thought.”