Chapter 2 #2
Club Vixen. It recently opened and seems like it could be a fun place.
Most of the decor is glossy black tables and bar tops with neon-colored light beams shooting around the room.
There are several floor-to-ceiling cages set up with people dancing in them and a few others which have swings hanging inside.
I don’t know if the people in the cages are employees or others just having fun, but the swings are calling my name.
Give me a couple of drinks, and I know I’ll be trying to sneak in.
A woman dressed in a black bra and matching underwear with black wings walks by carrying a tray of light pink shots. Lizzy grabs two glasses and hands me one.
“Free?”
“Your entry into the club covered all the costs.”
“But I didn’t pay.”
“Tony did. He covered the party.”
“Well, wasn’t that nice of him,” I say, knocking the drink back. The burn eases down my throat and into my chest. “So where is this friend of his?”
She points across the room to a group of people standing in a corner, but with all the feathers and everyone wearing white, pink, or red, they all sort of look the same. “He’s super nice and cute, too.”
“Will he make me come in the bathroom?” I laugh, then bump into some guy walking past me. “Sorry,” I say, but he doesn’t seem to notice.
Lizzy slaps my arm, then shakes it. “You dirty whore.”
“It’s a valid question. I need to feel my twat tingle. I need that big-dick energy tonight.”
Lizzy is still laughing when we get over to the group. I recognize a few of the people from parties they’ve had over the last couple of months, but really only know Lizzy.
“Everlee, Derek. Derek, Everlee,” she introduces.
“Hi.” He smiles, holding out his hand for a handshake.
He’s attractive. Dark tan skin, green eyes, and dark hair trimmed short. He’s wearing a pair of red silk boxers with hearts all over them and a set of red wings.
“Hey love,” a man says, placing his hand on my lower back.
Confused, I turn around but don’t recognize him. “Hi?”
“Can I buy you a drink?” He does that stupid little brow thing that I’m sure he thinks is sexy, but makes him look like a douche.
“They’re free, dickwad. Keep moving. She’s not interested,” Lizzy interjects, and the guy scoffs before walking away, mumbling something under his breath.
My head snaps in her direction. “Aggressive, don’t you think?”
“I don’t need some horn dog on my hoe.”
“I’m your hoe now?” A smile curls on my lips.
“It’s the drinks, sorry. You know how possessive I become.”
“I’d hate to see what you’d do if a girl came up to Tony.”
“Oh, they won’t,” she says matter-of-factly, looking away too quickly to be casual.
“They won’t?” A deep furrow forms on my brow as I struggle to understand.
She slowly turns back to me. “No. He’s in white.”
I look around the group and see most are in white, a few in pink, and a few others with red. “What don’t I know, Lizzy?”
She smiles a wicked smile.
“Damn it, Lizzy! What didn’t you tell me?”
“You remember back in college when we used to go to those stoplight parties?”
My mind drifts back, and everything clicks into place. “Let me guess. White off limits, pink maybe, and red is ready to bone?” Derek’s face twists with shock, so I pull my lips in apology for the assumption.
“Pretty much.”
“Damn it, Lizzy.”
“You didn’t tell her?” Tony asks, grabbing her arm, entering the conversation.
“You didn’t tell Derek!” she snaps back.
Derek’s lips pinch into a flat line, and he shakes his head.
A woman in black walks by carrying another tray of drinks, so I grab two off and knock one back, and offer the second to Derek.
“No thanks. I don’t drink.” He must see the surprise on my face because he rushes to clarify, “I drink. Just not shots… or liquor, anymore.”
“One time in Cabo, he had a few too many tequila shots,” Tony adds, patting his chest and providing context.
Not wanting it to go to waste—and absolutely needing something to take the edge off—I down the second shot right as the conversation nosedives into awkward silence.
I get the impression Derek isn’t super comfortable here and was probably lured out by Tony and Lizzy.
Poor guy. I feel bad for him, but I need to get my feathers flicked and my candy licked, and I’m thinking he won’t be the one to do it.
I know it makes me sound needy, but damn, it’s been six months.
“Those shots are fantastic. They taste like those little sugary candy hearts.” I lick the remnants from my top lip and scan the room for another girl in black with a tray.
The room thrums with energy, bodies swaying and twirling to the beat, while flickering lights slice through the air, catching every movement. It’s mesmerizing to watch.
A sharp tingle races up my neck, and as I lift my gaze to the balcony, I find electric-blue eyes locked on me like they’ve been waiting.
The man has feathery dark hair, a strong jawline with a sexy five o’clock shadow, and is wearing all black.
He has those smoldering fuck-me eyes I hoped Derek was going to have, but Derek seems like a good guy.
The guy you’d want to meet your parents, but not the kind who could rock your world in bed.
A soft fuck kind of guy. Not saying he’d be bad, but there would be that thing missing.