Chapter 6 #2
What was I doing just now? Soraya thought. She was at a complete loss until she remembered she was eating breakfast with her friends. For a moment, she had completely blanked out of reality.
Jesmine’s words finally registered as she told them about being invited back to a hotel room shared by the blonde and the dark-haired man.
And, to neither of their surprise, she left out no details about all the positions they got into—who was sucking whom or how flexible she still was.
When she was done giving all the grimy details, they all realized too late that their waiter had returned, frozen in place with a deep blush and their check in hand.
After paying and leaving a healthy tip on the table, they exited the building, much to the relief of everyone inside.
Soraya was completely satisfied with their brunch gossip session…and her momentary loss of forgotten time.
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Putting on the finishing touches of eyeshadow, Soraya examined herself in the mirror, much like the previous evening.
It was ten at night, and she found herself alone in the apartment.
Ahvi had to go into work for an emergency meeting and told them she would be back by tomorrow afternoon.
Jesmine predicted that she was screwing one of her co-workers and was going for round two since she had also disappeared on her the other night at the bar.
Then Jesmine sauntered into her room, declaring her intentions to go out.
At the same time, Soraya heated her leftovers from breakfast and poured tea into one of Jesmine’s wacky mugs, which she liked to collect.
As she sat down to eat, Jesmine came out dressed in a sexy nun costume.
Soraya didn’t even bat an eye when she told her she was linking up with the sexy duo again, with props this time.
Soraya just yelled after her to remember to use protection.
Jesmine blew her a kiss as she strutted out the door, a collar dangling from her fingers.
Soraya was mid-chew when she paused.
Had she used protection last night? The thought, of course, gave her a montage of all the things she did last night, and she shifted in her seat, rubbing her thighs together as a familiar pang hit her lower body.
A spark of pure lust danced directly on her clit.
And that was how she found herself applying eyeshadow at ten at night. She needed another hit.
She wondered if she could find the club again. If she could find Tariq again. Her clit throbbed at the thought of him. How could she have just walked out on him without getting his number? She checked her phone and, to her extreme disappointment, didn’t find his name in her contact list.
She paused, lipstick raised halfway to her lips. Looking at herself in her mirror, she wondered how she had gotten home last night. Did she do it by herself?
An unbidden thought entered her mind: Did Tariq drop her off? Kicked her out of the car and didn’t look back? After all, he got what he wanted. For a moment, she believed—
She shook her head away from those useless thoughts.
She hadn’t had sex in a while, and it stood to reason she would grow attached to the first lay she had.
She just needed another to wash him out.
Someone who knew how to seduce her, show her kindness and respect…
and completely rock her world to the point she would pass out from the sheer pleasure of it all.
But most of all, to find someone who made her feel safe.
“Dammit,” she sighed to herself. She had gotten way too lucky the first time. For a moment, she considered not going out at all and cutting short her vibrator’s temporary vacation when her vagina clenched around nothing… and a fierce need came over her.
She took a deep breath and blew it back out in a rush. Her vibrator wasn’t going to make the cut—not this time.
Her pussy had what she wanted, and she wanted more of it.
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Walking around downtown L.A., Soraya wore a white, waist-high skirt with a gold metallic halter top that was essentially a shiny piece of triangle fabric covering her chest. Just her chest. Two pieces of string were tied around her neck, while two more secured the top behind her back.
This meant she had to be very careful when bending over, or she risked flashing the entire downtown scene her goods.
Not that she was opposed to it at the moment. Maybe it would be easier to get a guy that way.
Her booted heels clacked down the sidewalk, and she felt foolish when she had to retrace her steps. For the life of her, she couldn’t remember the club’s name or the exact location. She wondered how people in the olden days could find anything without their phones.
She walked down an alley where she was positive the club’s front door had been located. She went along the entire length of the alley and tried several doors, but nothing.
It was a speakeasy, so she knew there wouldn’t be any signs. At the very least, she thought she could follow other people going to the club, but no one was around.
She debated texting Ahvi or Jesmine, but didn’t want to bother Ahvi at work and already knew Jesmine wouldn’t answer. So, she walked on.
It was only when she found herself alone in yet another alley that she heard the voices of men behind her. She was all alone. In a very sexy and open outfit. In her booted not-for-running heels.
Her heart began to race, she walked faster down the alley, and turned the first corner she came across, hoping to get out of sight of the men. She found herself turning another corner and then another. Finally, she stopped in a rather dark alley.
Panting slightly, she tried to take in her surroundings. There wasn’t much to see: wires webbed between buildings with shoes hanging off them, empty fire escapes and windows, some with butts of air-conditioning units hanging out—and mysterious puddles along the concrete floor.
Wrapping her arms around her waist, she walked until she appeared in a larger alley, and from there, she could see cars stuck in traffic to her left.
Sighing to herself, she stepped toward the direction of traffic, planning to reorient herself and head home, when the sound of a metal door banging open filled the air.
Golden light flooded the alley around her. The sudden brightness was accompanied by music echoing off the concrete walls.
Spinning around, she caught sight of two giggling, drunk women with their arms slung around one another, heading off down the other end of the alley.
Heels clanking, Soraya rushed to grab the door before it closed shut. For some strange reason, she felt that if she hadn’t caught the door in time, she wouldn’t have been able to get in.
Once inside the building, Soraya looked around the exterior, only to find an elevator down an otherwise empty, short hallway.
She thought she heard music, but when the door closed behind her, she was greeted by silence.
Brushing it off, she headed toward the yellow metallic doors of the elevator.
When she pushed the button, they dinged open to reveal her reflection staring back at her.
Stepping into the mirrored elevator, she looked at the control panel.
She saw only one button with an arrow pointing up.
She pressed it, and the doors immediately shut, caging her in. The light bulbs overhead flickered, and she could hear the electricity running through them before it began its ascent.
Soraya hoped the flickering lights didn’t foreshadow her getting stuck in the elevator, and she vaguely wondered how her night would turn out.