Chapter 14
Chapter Fourteen
SAM
It's New Year's Eve, and Quinn is DJing a big event at a club downtown. I haven't been out in a while, so being around people will be nice. I'll mostly be hanging out with Quinn's newest plaything, Brian, since Quinn will be up in the DJ booth most of the night.
He was able to get us a booth with bottle service, which I've never experienced before. Unless you count one time on family vacation when my dad snuck me and my brothers into a club, that experience was not fun at all. He told us to hide out in the corner and keep our mouths shut. Jacob was twelve, I was ten, and Quinn was eight, so we just drank the mixers all night and tried to talk amongst ourselves while Joel flirted with younger women, even though my parents were still married at that time. I'm guessing this bottle service experience will be much better than that.
I’m meeting Quinn and Brian at the club because I had to do some work. When I get to the door, a bouncer with a clipboard asks my name and checks the list to make sure I'm on it. Last time Quinn worked a party was on Halloween, and he forgot to put my name on the list, so I was stuck in the lobby of the apartment building, trying to convince the doorman to let me up to the penthouse. Eventually, he got the host to put my name on the list, and I got in.
Once the bouncer finds my name, he unhooks the rope blocking the door and lets me in. A young woman dressed in a lacy top and leather mini skirt directs me toward a hallway where you access the bottle service area and takes my coat from me. She walks back down the hall, and I can't help but stare at her butt in that skirt. I haven't thought about sex in a while, but something about the lights, music, and atmosphere here is making me think about it again.
I walk to the booth, where I see Quinn and Brian. As I get closer, I can see they already have a row of shot glasses lined up and filled with a clear liquid. Please don't let it be tequila.
"Hey, we have some tequila shots for you!" Quinn doesn't get drunk before his gigs, so I'm lucky I don't have to play major catch-up.
"Quinn, you know I can't do tequila."
"No, you can do tequila. You just don't like to because you become too fun when you drink it."
I look at Brian to clarify for him. "By "too fun,” he means I get feral and usually end up making decisions I regret the next day."
Brian laughs and raises his eyebrows. "I think that sounds like the best way to ring in the new year!"
"Come on, Sam. This is your first night out in a while. Don't be old and lame."
"Old? I'm only two years older than you. And I am not lame."
Quinn picks up a shot glass and holds it out to me. "Then prove it. "
I reluctantly grab it from him. I look around the table, spot a small cup with lime wedges, and pick one up. "I hope you know you're responsible for whatever comes of this." I throw back the shot, suck on the lime. I shiver as it burns down my throat.
LOUISA
"Hurry up, we're going to be late," B shouts at me from the bathroom.
"Are you seriously worried about being late for once?" I walk down the hall and peer through the bathroom door to see her still doing her makeup. "And you're not even ready."
She puts down her brush and looks over at me with a cheeky grin. "I just wanted to see what you would say."
"You are so dumb, you know that!"
She goes back to fixing her eyebrows in the mirror. "But you love me anyway."
I roll my eyes and walk to the kitchen to feed Pepin before we leave.
"Here ya go, buddy." I lean down, which is difficult in my tight, short dress, and fill his food bowl. When he hears the clinking of kibble hitting the metal, he jumps off his chair and trots over. I pet his back while he eats because I feel bad that we are going to be out all night. He's completely fine when we're gone, but I always end up missing him. He's sort of become my security blanket.
B walks out into the living room, where I'm waiting for her, and I notice her new outfit. "You changed again ?"
"The other one was riding up my ass too much."
"That's never seemed to be a problem for you in the past. "
"Well, Daniel has a DJ for tonight, and I plan to be shaking my ass all over that dance floor. I can't have it hanging out all night at a work party." She looks at me and crosses her arms like I should be taking her seriously right now. But I can't. I know her too well.
She orders the ride, and I pour us some shots to take before we leave. We throw them back, wince at the burn, then grab our purses and head out.
SAM
There are still a couple of hours until midnight, and I'm already drunk. But I'm self-aware enough to realize I should probably switch to water for a bit. Quinn is up at the DJ booth killing it, so Brian and I have been hanging out in the bottle service area. Brian made friends with the groups on either side of us, and we've all started to mingle back and forth between our three areas.
To our right was a group of five men dressed in what I can only describe as frat boy clothing. They're all in their 50s, with the exception of one young guy who looks like he's maybe 19 and clearly got snuck in here somehow. I believe he's one of their sons, and he is wasted. The kid looks like he's having the time of his life and getting attention from some hot girls though, so good for him.
The group to our left is made up of a mix of men and women, all in their mid-20s and all incredibly attractive. You can tell they do this sort of thing often and are used to getting a lot of attention here.
Once we all started mingling together, the older men were hitting on the younger girls so hard. Most got rejected, but some of the girls sought out the better-looking ones and have been flirting with them. It occasionally reminds me of my dad and his young girlfriends, but I try to shake that thought from my mind any time it pops up. I am not letting the thought of him ruin my night.
Brian is flirting with one of the guys from the younger group who says he has a wife, but Brian whispered to me earlier that he's for sure a closeted gay man. My brother and Brian aren't in a serious, committed relationship, so I'm not bothered by the fact that he clearly wants to get in that man's pants, but I do feel bad for his girlfriend. I think her new year might start off on the wrong foot if Brian gets what he wants.
A few girls have flirted with me, and I've flirted back, but they all were too drunk for it to go anywhere. I'm not above a one-night stand, but I do not fool around with super drunk girls who likely won't remember it the next day.
I have to admit that I feel sort of strange up here, separated from the rest of the club. Don't get me wrong, it's nice to have the space to walk around without getting drinks spilled on you and not have to wait in line at a bar. But something about it feels elitist, and sometimes I like being smashed body to body on a dance floor. There are fewer eyes on me down there. Up here, I feel like I'm in a fishbowl being observed by everyone.
I tell Brian I'm going to step out for a second, but he doesn't seem to care. I walk around the booth and into the back hallway where the bathrooms are, but I keep walking past them. I reach the end of the hallway, which leads out to the main area of the club. I want to go say hey to Quinn and see if he needs anything. I know there are workers who check in on him, but I wanted an excuse to walk around the club for a bit.
I maneuver my way through the crowds and up to the DJ booth. I wave to get Quinn's attention. Once he sees me, I step around toward the back and wait for him. He'll likely play a couple more songs and then put on a long track that he uses when he takes breaks.
While I'm waiting, someone bumps into me from behind, and I feel cold liquid running down my back. See, this is what I was talking about. Right as I'm whirling around to see who spilled their drink on me, I hear a barely audible female voice, "Oh my god, I am so sorry!"
When I'm fully turned around, I see a gorgeous woman picking up an empty plastic cup off the ground. She stands up once she retrieves her cup and looks at me with a guilty look on her face. "Someone ran by me and shoved me into you; I am so sorry." She grabs my arm and turns me around so she can take a look at the damage she did to the back of my shirt. I'm wearing white shirt, so you can see the full contents of her pink drink soaked into my back.
"It's all good. This place is crowded." I have to yell so she can hear me since we're right by a set of speakers.
"Follow me; I'll help you clean it up." That's really not necessary, but if I don't have to live with a sticky back for the rest of the night, that would be great.
I look up at where Quinn is and consider letting him know I'm leaving, but he'll figure it out when he doesn't see me standing here anymore.
We walk through the crowd, and she leads the way. When we get to a packed section, she reaches back and grabs my hand so we don't lose each other. We weave in and out of groups and make our way toward the front. Once we get out of the crowd, she goes to turn left toward the public bathrooms, but I tug her arm over to the right.
I nod my head toward the private area of the club. "Let's go this way. "
She gives me a skeptical look like she knows we're not allowed back there. Well, she doesn't know yet that I'm allowed back there. She lets up on her resistance and allows me to guide her to the ropes that block off that area.
The security guard recognizes me and lets us in, not even questioning the fact that I came back with another person I didn't leave this area with. Men must bring back women from the crowd all the time. That makes me feel a little sleazy, but I figured the bathrooms would be way less crowded back here.
Her eyes get wide when he lets us through without question. I feel like I need to explain so she doesn't think I'm some super-rich guy who does this all the time.
"My brother is the DJ; that's why I was standing over there by the booth. I was waiting for him to go on a break. The club gave him a booth, so I'm just here with him."
I can't help but notice the slight look of disappointment that crosses her face, but I don't care. I don't want to get women to like me by deceiving them.
I realize I'm still holding her hand and let go since there's no need to be guiding her in an empty hallway.
When we get to the bathroom door, I open it and let her in first. The bathrooms back here are single rooms with locked doors, so I shut the door behind us but don't lock it. I don't want her to feel trapped in here with me since she probably didn't know we were going to be shut in a room together.
"Here, it'll be easier if you take it off." She walks toward me and grabs the hem of my shirt, lifting it up. She's much shorter than me, so I have to help her get it over my head. Once my shirt is off, she grabs it, turns towards the sink, and turns on the water. She pumps a handful of soap, and before she puts my shirt under the water, she looks at me in the mirror and asks, "This isn't some super expensive fabric that I'm going to completely ruin with hand soap, is it?"
"Not that I'm aware of."
She runs it under the water and gently scrubs the soap in. The pink stain immediately starts to lift, and I just stand there, watching her. I feel a little bit like an idiot because I didn't really need her help with this. But I guess subconsciously, I liked the idea of having the company of a beautiful woman.
At some point, she must feel me staring at her because she looks up at me in the mirror and smiles. Her eyes travel from mine down to my bare chest, and it's my turn to smile at her for clearly checking me out.
I step closer to her and press my bare front to her back. I pull her hair off her shoulder and lean forward to press my lips to her neck. She sinks back into me and rubs her ass into my jeans. One of her arms lifts up and wraps around my neck, holding me close. I continue kissing her down her neck and across her bare shoulder. She drops the shirt and turns around to face me, leaving the water running. I reach around her to turn it off, making her giggle.
I brace my hands on the counter on either side of her and lean into her. Her wet, soapy hands wrap around my neck and pull me even closer until our lips meet. The tension between us has been building since she grabbed my hand on the dance floor, so at this point, we both snap.
I grab her hips and lift her onto the counter. Her hands explore my chest, my stomach, my back. Our lips devour each other. I can't remember if she had lipstick on, but I don't care right now. If she did, then it's all over my face because her lips run wild over me. I slip my hand under the skirt of her dress and touch her.
I'm so caught up in the moment that I forgot my manners. Stopping, I pull back and remove my hand. She looks confused and annoyed, but I have to ask. "Are you sure you're okay with this?" She nods. "If you want me to stop at any point, I will." Her eyes soften, and I think she can tell I'm being genuine.
"I don't have a condom on me, so unless you do, I'd like to stop before we get to that point." She looks a bit nervous. Like she thinks I'll get mad or want to just stop right now.
Damn it. I hadn't even gotten that far in my head yet.
"I don't have one either. I'll make sure I can stop before then."
She smiles. "Okay."
We resume right where we left off as if we never stopped. If anything, she seems even more turned on right now. Her lips are all over my face and neck. I run both hands up her thighs and under her skirt. It's loose enough that I can easily maneuver around and lift it up above her hips. When I realize she's not wearing any underwear, I feel my dick pulse against my stomach, restricted by the waistband of my jeans.
I get on my knees and lift her legs over my shoulders. She braces one hand behind her, and the other clutches my hair. I dive into her and hear her moans echo through the room. I lick up her center and suck on her clit. She's so wet, and I can feel her starting to tense. After a few minutes, my jaw starts getting tired, but I don't stop until I feel her pull my hair and her legs start to shake.
I can tell she's trying to be as quiet as possible, but there's no way anyone can hear her over the loud music, even in the empty hallway outside.
She slides off the counter, and I stand as she wraps her arms around my waist. I wipe my face and lean in, giving her the option to kiss me or not. She lifts herself up on her tiptoes and sticks out her tongue to lick across my lips before locking hers with mine. She's so hot, and even though I want to fuck her so bad, I'm fine just kissing her.
We make out for a little bit before parting. She turns around with a smirk on her face but doesn't say anything. She simply grabs my soaking wet shirt out of the sink, rinses out all the soap, and wrings out the excess water. Then she walks over to the hand dryer and turns it on to dry off the shirt.
I finally break the silence. "Are you here with a group?"
"Yeah, I'm here with a group of girlfriends."
My shirt is drying surprisingly quickly, so I take it from her even though it's still slightly damp. I throw it over my head, and the cool fabric feels good on my sweaty skin.
"I'll walk you back if you want."
"That would be great. They were over by the DJ booth when we left. So you can finally talk to your brother like you were trying to do when I so rudely interrupted you."
I smile and lean down, hovering my lips right over hers. "It was a very worthwhile interruption."
"I'm glad you think so too." She presses her lips to mine for one more brief kiss before we head back into the empty hallway.
I lead her back to the other side of the club, where we find her friends and say goodbye.
As I'm walking over to see Quinn, I realize that I never even asked her name, and she never asked mine. I smile and chuckle to myself. What a wild night.