8. Chapter 8
Chapter 8
Britt
I walked into Karma with my head as high as my black stilettos. Gold snakes wrapped around my ankle, and I loved the sound of the sharp points tapping the tiled floor as I walked. The little black dress I was wearing was just that, little. It was short and sexy and hugged every fucking curve. I wasn’t wearing a bra or panties, either. I wanted this man to die when he saw me—instant heart attack. The dress had one thin strap that wrapped around my neck, holding it up. My breasts bounced underneath the thing fabric as I swayed my hips through the crowd. The red lights painted me as the little devil I was about to behave like. There was a thin chain attached to the dress from one side of my chest to the other, a gold snake dangling from it, resting right between my cleavage. I saw head after head turn as I passed. My long red hair curled to perfection and sat below my waist. Every man was picturing how they would pull it as they plunged their dicks into my pussy. Jokes on them. No matter who they are, what they do, or how much money they make, they would never taste me. They would never feel the grip of my pussy around their shrimp dicks.
No, for me, the man would be a challenge; he wouldn’t fall to his knees as quickly as these men did. Worshiping the ground, I walked on. Men would do almost anything to have me. I’ve seen it. The only men who had been able to have forced it because either they were too weak but had the means, or they had the power and the means, and to them, that was strength. Both were truly weak. A strong man wouldn’t force me. He would make me feel strong enough to submit to him.
They may have fucked me, but they didn’t win like they thought. They stuck their dick in a tight hole. There is no reward for that, and they didn’t make me cum or even get me wet. The prize was my submission and will to please the worthy man. But alas, there is not one. Derek, though, has made me feel an excitement I thought died in me long ago. I remember the first time we crossed paths. He looked at me, straight at me. Emotionless, his eyes didn’t move from mine. They never left my face even though I was dressed provocatively. His face told me nothing; there was no reading on him, and it was like nothing I had ever experienced. It made me feel worthless as if the weapon I wielded didn’t intimidate him the way it did everyone else. It shook me to my core, although I would never admit it. He shook me awake. I felt something stir in me that day. I wanted to make him want me. So, I started leaving him pictures and videos, but I still got no response. He was a brick wall until this last time. I felt like I was so close to breaking him, and I would. If it was the last fucking thing I did.
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I opened a tab and grabbed a drink; I knew I could get drinks from guys easily, but I didn’t risk it. I would rather open my own tab and reduce the risk of being drugged. I looked around for Krista, she was meeting me here, but I didn’t even know what she was wearing.
Me: here?
Krista: yes, I see you, you look so fucking hot! Coming wait there.
Me: k
I put my phone in my clutch, but then it vibrated again, so I pulled it out, thinking it was Krista. Instead, butterflies erupted within me without permission.
Caveman: She’s right you do look exceptionally delicious.
Bullseye. I turned away to smile and shove the phone away without a response. Hook, line, and sinker.