Club Night

Savannah

Those moments I talked about where I could one hundred percent take the blame and the consequences, this was one of those times.

As my natural self, I have always been confident and have always loved my body.

I used to love a party and went all out for a club night.

Percy and I have been sneaking into clubs, specifically club LX, since we were fourteen.

We’ve never gotten caught, and we have always had a bomb-ass time.

Now, normally I go to the club with the only intention of dancing my ass off and getting drunk as hell.

But tonight was different.

Tonight I was praying like a good little church girl that I would find this night as an oasis for my battered mind.

I wanted to hit the switch and have some seventeen-year-old fun while getting my drink on and maybe showing my vagina some much-needed attention.

Percy and I loved these kinds of nights.

I would send guys or girls his way while I played the field, drinking and shaking my round ass.

We would laugh, having the time of our lives, and tonight I needed a walk down memory lane.

I needed a break in this messed-up life I have been suffering through for the past nine months.

I need a clean slate from Damon Henley.

This was going to provide me with all of that, I would fight for it.

For my mini brain vacation.

Walking into the club, the line of people waiting to get in groaned and huffed at us, but we just strutted on by.

The guard out front let us right in, not even an ID check like we knew he would.

As soon as the black double doors flipped open and the purple, white, and yellow lights hit our skin, the music pumped into our bones and the flow of club life came back like I had hoped it would.

I felt a little more like myself.

We weaved through the crowd and ordered at the bar. I promised Percy I would only have one drink, so a simple Sex on the Beach for the both of us would be it.

We drank it down. Since I hadn’t drunk in so long, and the pull of my ~calm down, lights out~ meds was still weighing on me, I felt it almost immediately and loved it.

My head started to bob to the music. Percy sipped at his own drink like the lightweight he has always been.

“Come on, Percy, throw it up, throw it up, watch how it falls out, what how we ball out,” I snickered while repeating the song that was playing.

His eyes widened but he didn’t comment on it.

He sipped on about half of it before a girl with green highlights came over to get Percy’s attention.

Sometimes I forget Percy is attractive to the outside world. I personally think he’s a little cutie pie, but other people must see him in the non-blood-related way.

He started flirting, and before he could tell me where he was going, she had him by the hand and was dragging him off.

“Good for you, cuzzo.”

I snaked his drink and started draining it of its contents like some wandering desert person finding a splash of water.

The slurping sound was loud, but I cleaned it of the yellow and red mix before tapping it and yelling out: “Another please, my kind sir.”

For whatever reason, whenever I drink, I start talking like some lost, medieval-times British lady.

“Sure thing, dollface.” The dirty red-head winked and started up another delicious drink for me.

I kicked my feet since the stool was much higher than I was tall and bobbed along to the music.

“For you, Sex on the Beach. I like a girl who knows what she wants.”

I flirted back, my eyelashes extra long from the ten layers of mascara I coated them with.

My red lips wrapping around the tip of my straw and moaning as the slushy mix rolled down my throat.

“Thank you, barkeep. ’Tis be mighty scrumptious.”

He laughed. The smile on his face grew as he leaned on his elbow and started talking to me about the same things they always ask.

What’s my name?

How old am I?

Where am I from?

I haven’t been in before because he would have noticed a pretty girl like me.

Same old, same old.

The song ended and Percy came back, with the green highlights on his arm.

“Van, I’m going to the bathroom. You good?”

His eyes cut to the girl, and I just giggled and nodded. If I spoke, he would know I was already getting drunk and he wouldn’t go have fun in the bathroom stall.

I finished another glass of this angelic concoction before the music started to feel good, like it was hitting my skin and getting me to my feet.

With my fresh drink in one hand and the music blaring, I jumped down from the way-too-high bar stool.

Fixing my black, knee-splitting leather skirt and adjusting my black, lace crop top to keep my boobs in and my belly out.

My black, strappy heels look far too good with my red and black lace thigh stoppers.

I picked them up when I kept chaffing and getting thigh burn. I

tried using deodorant along the insides, but it tastes bad when my man of the night was licking up them, so I switched to these little lace rings that laid on each thigh like the tops of stockings.

My lipstick popping with my red nails and my light hair.

I looked the bombshell I am.

I was feeling myself and this night.

***

With the straw in my mouth and the beat hitting, I started in with some sexy moves.

A roll of my hips led me to a shimmy, adding a sway, and before I knew it, I was full-on shaking my fine ass all across the dance floor with two new drinks gone and down.

I felt alive.

I don’t know what possibly could have possessed me to look at the back booths when I did.

My eyes landed on a slicked-back, black-haired Angel with dark, starless sky-blue eyes, along with a mop of blond Sunshine curls and a shaggy bit of brown Moonpie ruffles.

A snarky little smile curled my lips like the dirty minx I am.

I was propelled forward by my vagina; she saw Damon and I had lost all control, she held the reins, while I was just along for the ride I was sure we both would love.

“Moonpie! Sunshine! Angel! What are you sweet boys doing here?”

I smiled from ear to ear as I sat down in Damon’s lap and grinned like those shitty mean little devil cats from Lady and the Tramp.

The girl sitting next to Damon scoffed like I had insulted her entire family line by merely sitting down.

I smiled and waved hi to her, at which she rolled her eyes and flipped her hair.

“Babe, I think you’re drunk.” Sunshine brushed my hair off my shoulder and took the empty glass from my hand.

“’Tis be false, I still be able to stand, my dear friend.”

I took three of the brown shots that sat on the table in a big circle.

Downing one right after the other before making an “och!” sound and taking one more.

Laughing at me, Moonpie pushed the drinks out of my reach, which made me pout like a child and whine at him.

“Moonpie, I was drinking those. That’s not very nice of you.”

Sunshine slapped my hand before I could climb on the table to get another shot.

“Sunshine! How dare ye! Strike a lady in such a manner!”

This made him cackle and roar with laughter, but I felt genuinely hurt and curled into Damon’s chest, my face tucked safely away in the crook of his neck.

I took a deep breath and hummed in delight over his clean smell.

He hadn’t said anything to me and was not even moving his hands to my hip.

He was stiff and looking like he was pissed.

“My Angel is mad at me. And I’m mad at my Angel, but for tonight I am hitting pause so we can be friends again. None of that stuff matters until tomorrow.

“Tonight I’m old Van. That sounds good doesn’t it?”

I licked his earlobe and bit at the shell of it, making him grunt and a cold shiver shook through him.

“Oh yes, ’tis sound very fine indeed.”

I kissed his neck and sucked in the soft flesh there, tasting him and leaving a mark.

He growled, his hand taking my hair and letting his slender fingers drown in my soft curls until he was pulling me back by my roots.

“Savannah, you don’t know what you’re doing.”

He said it with the want of a tone to be strict and harsh, but the husky dip in his deep voice made it clear what he was feeling.

My hand did that walk thing with my first two fingers and skimmed down his chest until I ran my soft palm over the hard bulge he was now sporting.

He hissed and his eyes rolled back in his head, all while I kissed wiggled all over him.

“But I do know what I be doing.”

My vagina had to be, like, a reincarnated witch from old England or some shit for this to be happening every time I became drunk-drunk.

When she took over at the helm I was transformed into this old timey, middle-class European woman from 1707.

My skirt drifted up and I straddled his lap, not a care in the world at the club full of people or the booth, who I was giving a full-on show to.

My lips took his and my tongue went right down his throat.

One hand went under me so I could rub his cock over his jeans, the other went into his hair just like I’ve been wanting to.

I threaded my fingers up the nape of his neck and gave it a good pull to have him up at an angle, then I bit his lip and made sure I tasted that metallic tease we kept tagging each other with.

Damon made a sound that I would classify as a moan, but if we want to call it a groan then that’s fine.

I won’t tell.

My hips rocked up and down, effectively dry humping him in the middle of the club while his friends watched.

I didn’t care, I was getting into it tonight!

They wanted to watch, then that’s what we were going to do.

“Savannah! Down girl!”

Percy picked me up at my armpits and stood me on my feet.

“You are wasted, Van! You promised me one drink.” He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed.

“Leave me alone, ye winch!”

I pulled at my arm, but Percy didn’t let up.

“Van, I can’t let you do something you’ll regret. Let’s go home.”

I started stammering and begging Percy to let me stay, how I wasn’t going to regret anything and I wouldn’t drink anymore.

“Please, Piglet! I promise I’ll be a good girl, I swear it, scout’s honor.”

I held my hand to my heart and smiled big.

“If I’m bad, which I won’t be, but if I am, then Damon can spank me?”

I giggled and turned my head to Damon. Winking, I blew him a kiss.

He repositioned his dick in pants and gave me a sexy smirk.

“I don’t trust a thing you say when you’re drunk, your pussy does all the thinking and I don’t trust her, at all. Ever.”

This made the table fall into a fit of laughter, which made Percy roll his eyes.

“But it’s on pause tonight.”

I dropped my head back and stomped my feet.

“And you did stuff with green girl, did you get it in?”

I peeked through my sheet of hair and waited for him to answer.

The stressed look he had on melted to a beautiful smile, adding a “yeah.”

I jumped up and down, clapping my hands like he had given ~me~ a gift.

“Yay! Go Madis family! Hell’s yeah, buddy. So proud of you.”

I fist bumped and made it blow up before I went into a guitar solo followed by the riff of a killer drum solo that made Percy loosen back up.

“Angel, wanna dance?”

I spun away from Percy and put both my hands flat on the table, making my arms stiff and straight to lean in and show off my amazing cleavage.

I batted my lashes, and shimmied a little to make my boobs jiggle.

“Sureee, Shortcake.”

He dragged out the sure, but I didn’t care, I clapped again like a dumbass and pulled him from the booth.

We weaved through the crowd and I took the middle of the dance floor.

The song “Privacy” by Chris Brown came on.

This went straight to my pussy.

She went into hyperdrive, and even I was like “damn girl.”

I kissed Damon, swaying my hips to feel his hard-on against the front of my body.

His hands finally found their way to my hips and moved me like I wasn’t already doing this.

Our bodies glued to each other like we didn’t know where his began and mine ended.

This wasn’t dancing, this was foreplay in the middle of the dance floor.

With Damon bending down and the way we were moving, my lips pressed right to his ear.

I started singing along to the song, feeling every word like it really was playing for him and me.

Damon sucked in a breath; his hands roamed to my ass and he palmed them like he had to, like he needed to feel my round cheeks.

My leg lifted to hook around his waist, which made that bulge in his jeans land dead center to my soaked thong.

The triangle material was not catching my slickness anymore and I knew I was going to flood over.

Oh well, this isn’t the first time he was going to walk away with a wet patch from me.

Damon leaned down to my ear and pressed his lips to my earlobe. Then I heard Damon sing the lyrics too!

My panties caught fire and smoldered to ash at the sound of his voice and the words he spoke like some panty charmer.

“We need to get off this dance floor before I give them a show they won’t forget.” I breathed my words against his lips.

I felt frantic, like if I didn’t have some type of relief from the category ten hurricane that was sweeping over the lands that happen to be my vagina then I would die.

I needed him.

And I needed him right the hell now.

Damon picked me up by my ass and sat me on his belt buckle.

My legs wrapped around him and I bit and sucked at his neck, his ear, his shoulder.

Anything I could get of this man’s body.

His hands slipped down and felt my swollen lower lips, making me cry out from the pleasure.

His fingers slipped past my panty line and split my soaked and ready folds.

Just a dip, his fingertip brushed my clit, and I almost came right there from his singular touch.

He made a sound in his throat that sounded like a caveman giving some kind of approval.

Barely getting to his first knuckle, he moved away and sucked his finger.

Watching him taste me, like he couldn’t wait another second, made me overflow.

He hummed in delight, carrying me away from the dance floor to the back of the club, where the bathrooms were.

The music started to fade, not that I really cared anymore—I was on fire.

His lips claimed me, every inch they touched was his, I didn’t care anymore.

Lust was drowning me, flowing in my blood and taking over me with such strength that it was getting harder to breathe.

Instead of Damon taking me in the bathroom and locking the stall, he showed a little bit more class than I expected and had us climbing a set of stairs to a back office room.

The office door slammed shut with the heel of his boot and he slapped at the lock that landed with a loud click.

We started clawing away at each other.

The slight hum of the song continued and fell to background noise of belt jingles, fabric ruffling, lips locking, and shoes being tossed off in a desperate hurry.

Damon held me near a couch in a dark room I didn’t give a shit about.

We had pulled apart enough to rip our clothes off like they were burning us and the naked skin to skin was the only thing that would extinguish our fiery flames.

Standing with my back to him, my left knee bent on the couch and my right standing, I pulled at my skirt, but Damon must have thought I was taking too long with the zipper and snaps because the next thing I knew I was being shoved down.

My face landed on the soft suede couch and I felt Damon yanking my skirt off my thighs and down my ankles with demonic speed.

He didn’t waste another second before he had my thong pulled to the side with his warm wet mouth descending to my ready pussy.

A wickedly fast sweep of his tongue down my slit and a plunge of it into my channel was making me teeter at the edge already.

Damon sucked on my clit like he already knew what I wanted, where this was going, how badly I needed him.

I moaned and shook. The sound of the last notes of the song drifted around the darkness we were now sharing.

Damon ate at my pussy like he had been poisoned and my orgasm was the antidote.

As I started to crescendo, he didn’t stop.

Almost like this overstimulation was my punishment.

“Angel, please,” I begged.

“Come again for me, baby, I need more of your sweetness.”

His tongue went right back to work. I whimpered and trembled from the intensity, but I couldn’t tell him no.

I didn’t want to.

Normally if I fingered myself then I could make myself come as much as I wanted. Reid did a good job, but Damon…

Damon, is… Damon made them body-shattering, he made it like he owned my every orgasm and wouldn’t let me have one unless he supercharged it.

This is going to be a long night.