“Put your wings on and fix your tits.”

  “What’s wrong with my tits?” I slipped the wings on and lifted my tits up.

  “Nothing now.” She patted the top of them like bongos. “Girl, you are fire.”

  “How much have you had to drink?”

  “Enough.” She winked, grabbing my hand and leading me through the club.

  It was my first time at Club Vixen and it seemed like it could be a fun place. It was a new club in town and most of the decor was glossy black table tops and bar tops with light beams shooting around the room. There were several floor to ceiling cages set up with people dancing in them and a few others which had swings hanging inside. I don’t know if the people in the cages were employees or others having fun, but the swings were calling my name. Give me a couple of drinks and I knew I’d be trying to sneak in.

  A woman dressed in a black bra and matching underwear with black wings walked by carrying a tray of light pink shots. Lizzy grabbed two glasses and handed one to me.

  “Free?”

  “Yea. Your entry into the club covered all the costs.”

  “But I didn’t pay.”

  “Tony did. He covered the party.”

  “Well, isn’t that nice of him.” I said, knocking the drink back. I felt the burn ease down my throat and into my chest. “So where is this friend of his?”

  She pointed 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 looked the same. “He’s super nice and cute, too.”

  “Will he make me come in the bathroom?” I laughed. “Sorry.” I said after I bumped into some guy walking past me.

  Lizzy slapped my arm. “You dirty whore.” She laughed.

  “I thought it was a valid question. I need to feel my twat tingle. I need that big dick energy tonight.”

  Lizzy was still laughing when we got over to the group. I recognized a few of the people from various parties they’d had over the last couple of months, but really only knew Lizzy.

  “Everlee, Derek. Derek, Everlee.” She introduced.

  “Hi.” He smiled, holding his hand out for a handshake.

  He was attractive. Dark tan skin, green eyes and dark hair trimmed short. He was wearing a pair of red silk boxers with hearts all over them and a set of red wings.

  “Hey love.” A man said, placing his hand on my back.

  I turned and didn’t recognize him. “Hi?” I said cautiously.

  “Can I buy you a drink?”

  “They’re free dick wad. Keep moving. She’s not interested.” Lizzy interjected.

  My head snapped in her direction. “A bit aggressive, don’t you think?”

  “I don’t need some horn dog on my hoe.”

  “I’m your hoe now?” I smiled.

  “It’s the drinks, sorry. You know how possessive I become.”

  “I’d hate to see what you’d do if a girl in here came up to Tony.”

  “Oh, they won’t.”

  “They won’t?” I asked, confused by her certainty.

  “No. He’s in white.”

  I looked around the group and saw most were in white, a few in pink, and a few others with red. “What don’t I know, Lizzy?”

  She smiled a wicked smile.

  “Damn it, Lizzy, what did you not tell me?”

  “You remember back when we were in college and we used to go to those stoplight parties?”

  I closed my eyes slowly, letting everything click into place. “Let me guess. White off limits, pink maybe, and red is ready to bone?” I caught a shocked look on Derek’s face and pulled my lips in apology for the assumption.

  “Pretty much.”

  “Damn it Lizzy.”

  “You didn’t tell her?” Tony asked, grabbing her arm, entering the conversation.

  “You didn’t tell Derek!” She snapped back.

  I looked at Derek, whose lips pinched into a flat line, and he shook his head.

  A woman in black walked by carrying another tray of drinks. I grabbed two off and knocked one back, and offered the second to Derek.

  “No thanks. I don’t drink.” I couldn’t hide the surprise on my face, and he quickly added. “I drink. Just not shots… or liquor… anymore.”

  “One time in Cabo, he had a few too many tequila shots.” Tony added, providing context.

  I knocked the other shot back before the conversation fell awkwardly quiet. I got the impression Derek was not super comfortable here and was probably lured out by Tony and Lizzy. Poor guy. I felt bad for him, but I needed to get my feathers flicked and my candy licked, and I was thinking he wouldn’t be the one to do it. I know it made me sound whorish, but damn, it’s been six months.

  “Those shots are fantastic. They taste like those little sugary candy hearts.” I said, licking the remnants off my top lip, trying to find another girl in black with a tray.

  The room was packed with people dancing and lights jutting from side to side. It was almost mesmerizing to watch. I started to get a tingly feeling and looked up to the balcony above and found a pair of electric blue eyes watching me. The man had feathery dark hair, strong jawline with a sexy five o’clock shadow, and was wearing all black. He had those smoldering fuck me eyes I was hoping Derek was going to have, but Derek seemed 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.

  I couldn’t pull my eyes away from the man and found myself not wanting to. I created a game in my head- a staring contest- one which he didn’t know the rules of, so I would win. Was it stupid? Yes. But I liked games and right now I was loving this one. I felt my heart beating faster the longer we stared at one another. Was he playing with me, too? Testing me? Waiting for me to turn away?

  I saw another man in a black suit, equally attractive, whisper something to him. His lips flattened and his face changed from amusement to frustration. His hands gripped the railing a little tighter before he turned to walk away.

  “What are you looking at?” Lizzy asked, putting her cheek beside mine. “Oh, that’s the owner’s suite up there.”

  “Owner’s suite?”

  “Yea. Do you want to meet them?”

  I looked at her, shocked. “No. Why? Do you know them?”

  She laughed. “No. But Tony and Derek do. They helped design this place. I could talk to Tony.”

  “No. That’s ok.”

  “Good. Tony said they were kind of weird.”

  “Weird?” Is it bad I was intrigued? I glanced back up to the balcony, but he was gone.

  “Yea. He said there are four of them, but only one really talked to him. The others were… not standoffish… but I don’t know.”

  “Maybe they were under a tight deadline to get the club opened and they each had their own roles.” I defended, garnering an odd look from her.

  “Anyway…” she laughed, turning us back around to the group. “We have this entire area.” She waved her arm around to several seats and tables. “We are VIPs tonight, baby.”

  “Wooo!” I yelled, feeling the spirits of St. Valentine- rather St. Rum and St. Vodka- flowing through me.

  “Want to go dance?” Lizzy asked our little group of four.

  Both of the boys politely declined with the look of panic on their faces. “Let’s go.” I said, grabbing Lizzy’s hand and dragging her to the packed dance floor. It had been a while since she and I went to a club and danced the night away. On the way there, I snatched us another shot off the passing tray and knocked it back.

  “You should probably slow down.” Lizzy warned softly.

  “You’ve had at least as many as I have.”

  “Yes, but we all know I handle my liquor way better than you. I don’t need you ending up in one of those swings tonight.”

  I squeezed both of her hands and twirled in a circle. “Do you think they’d let me?”

  “No, and don’t even think about it.” She sounded like a parent talking to a child.

  “You couldn’t have Tony talk to them?”

  “You’re serious?” She stopped dancing for a second and then laughed. “You’re one crazy bitch and I love it.”

  “Thanks.”

  “Anytime hooker.”

  “I won’t snort coke off anyone’s penis. I draw the line there.” I shimmied by hips down and then popped back up. “I guess technically that would be passed the line, so the line would be somewhere behind that. Or before that? And not the line of coke, obviously, because I’m not doing that.”

  “What in the fuck are you talking about?” She asked, thoroughly confused.

  “Betty.”

  “Who’s Betty?”

  “She was my driver here. She’s found Jesus now, but apparently she was not hookering for a friend and ended up doing blow of her BFF’s boyfriend’s dick.” I laughed out loud as a thought hit me. “Do you think if she gave him head while there was coke on it, she could say she was blowing blow?”

  Lizzy looked at me with a concerned smile on her face. “Let’s go to the bar and get you some water.”

  “I’m fine.” I was not fine. The room was spinning just a little, but I didn’t need her babying me. I will admit I probably had too many shots too quick together, but I wanted to have fun tonight. I may not have wanted to be here at first, but once I committed, I was all the way in. Which is why Rich hurt me so much. I was fucking committed. Planning out our future and babies and everything else. “Asshole.”

  “What?” Lizzy asked, pulling me across the club.

  “Sorry. Inside thought slipped out.” I leaned in and whispered. “Hey if my boob slipped out, would you tell me?”

  “Yes. Yes, I would tell you.” Lizzy pushed her way through the crowd to an open spot at the bar and flagged down a bartender. He was attractive with dark hair, dark eyes and a short trimmed beard that was perfectly etched along his jawbone, wearing black pants and a nipple piercing. That was it.

  “Can I get a glass of water and a menu?”

  “We don’t have food here.”

  “Nothing?”

  The man’s lips flattened.

  “Shit.”

  “She going to be ok?” He nodded in my direction.

  “Yes. She-” I shook my head. “I’m going to be fine. Just keep those vixens-” I laughed out loud, realizing I didn’t even mean to say that. “Sorry. I didn’t mean… Nevermind. Just keep those delicious pink drinks away from me.”

  “That’s my creation.” He smiled pridefully.

  “Well, you’re going to hell sir, because those are delightful.” I pointed my finger in the air.

  He chuckled. “You’re probably right, but not for that. They also pack a punch. How many?”

  “Three.”

  “Four.” Lizzy corrected.

  “No.” I counted back on my fingers. “Fuck. Yea. Four.”

  “I’ll send someone out to get you some food.”

  “No, you don’t have to.”

  “I think I do. If Callum found out my drink fucked up a lot of people, he’d kill me. So really, I’m doing it for myself, not you.”

  “Well, as long as you’re being selfish.” I winked. Was I hitting on the bartender? I mean, I’d tap that, but damn. I was horny and he was super fun to flirt with.

  He waved someone over and whispered something in their ear before pulling his card out of his pocket.

  “You’re over there?” He pointed across the bar to the area where Tony and Derek were standing.

  “Yea. How did you know?”

  “I make it a point to keep an eye out on all the pretty ladies that could cause me trouble.” He winked.

  I couldn’t help but smile.

  I stopped and turned around when I saw him looking at something above my head. The man from earlier was standing there looking down at us… me, again. In all my alcohol induced stupidity, I winked at him. His head tilted to the side like I’d broken him. Was he a robot? I saw him huff before he walked off. Not a robot.

  I looked back at the bartender. “Who was that?”

  “Who?”

  “That man up there looking at us.”

  His face fell. “That was Callum.”

  “He didn’t look too happy.”

  He looked down at the bar. “He’s… an acquired taste. I have to go help some other patrons.” He said before darting off, but then called back, “I’ll bring you that food over though.”

  When he can’t hear the word no, put him in his place.

  Lizzy and I were in a deep conversation about nipple piercings when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around to find Callum, the mystery man from the second-floor balcony, standing behind the table with a bag of food in his hand. His intense stare focused on me, with a hint of something else. Annoyance? Curiosity?

  “Thank you.” I said, standing up to reach for the bag, but tripped over the shoes Lizzy had left on the ground. In my tipsy… yes, tipsy, not drunk state, I fell towards Callum. It was like I was in one of those fucking romcoms. Look at me clumsy bumsy, catch me if you can.

  And he did. He not only caught me with one arm, but leaned me back like we had choreographed a sexy dance routine, eyes locked, staring at one another. My skin was on fire under his touch and under his gaze. He definitely had big dick energy with delicious fuck me eyes and I’m pretty sure my whole body was yelling pick me! Pick me!

  “Everlee!” Lizzy shouted in shock. “Here.” I heard Lizzy say as she stepped forward to grab the bag out of his hand, breaking our trance.

  With his other hand free, he used it to help me stand upright. I wobbled in place, staring at him, not because of the alcohol, but because he made my head spin. Holy shit! I’d be his valentine.

  His eyes narrowed on mine. “You shouldn’t drink so much.” He commanded before turning around.

  Before thinking, I sarcastically replied. “Yes, sir.”

  His head snapped around and there was a fire ignited in his eyes. I felt my breast swell and my stomach tighten as my breath hitched in my throat. Could I orgasm off a single look? Because fuck, I was close. Or was I masturbating in public and not realizing it? I looked down, relieved to find my hands hanging by my side.

  When I looked back up, he was gone. Vanished. Like a ghost.

  “Wow.” Lizzy said.

  “What?” I asked, hoping she hadn’t seen me nearly melt into the floor.

  “Nip, nip did you good.”

  “What?”

  “I don’t know his name, but the bartender bought you several gourmet sandwiches from Bo La Vie.”

  “Really?” I said, peeling the bag away from her and peeking inside. I pulled them out, carefully treating them like gold bars, and laid them on the table, looking at all my options.

  I’d been dying to try the new restaurant, but could never get a reservation. The fact I even had to get a reservation to get into a gourmet sandwich shop irritated me, but now I was all too eager to try everything I could.

  “Do you think nip nip would let me have a knife? I can cut these up and share.”

  “No. You don’t need to share.” Tony said.

  Lizzy’s eyebrows shot sky high. “Don’t listen to him. That is a great idea.”

  I knew she wanted to go there as badly as I did and wouldn’t let Tony stop her from trying the goods. I moved and swayed through the crowded dance floor and landed at the bar again. I waved my hand to get nip nip’s attention. I really needed to learn his name. He walked over smiling, “I’m not serving you. You’re cut off.”

  I pouted. “I wasn’t coming over for a drink, but now I want one.”

  He looked over my head again and I turned to find Callum in his usual spot, watching me. “What’s with him?”

  “Who?”

  “Callum.” I said in a deep and spooky voice.

  He laughed, then stopped. “What do you mean?”

  “He’s been standing up there most of the night watching… people.” I didn’t want to presume and say me, but I definitely felt his eyes on me.

  “Oh. He’s just… watching everyone. Big night.”

  “Yea?”

  “This is our first big opening. We had a soft opening before, but tonight’s the big night.”

  “So he’s not always that uptight?”

  He chuckled. “No, he is.” He looked up at him again, then said nervously. “Well, I better get back to it.”

  “So you really wouldn’t serve me if I wanted a drink?”

  He pulled his lips. “Callum’s orders.”

  I turned to cast daggers at Callum, but he was gone.

  “Well, I didn’t want one. Just a knife.”

  His neck snapped back in surprise.

  I laughed. “For the sandwiches. Speaking of which, you really didn’t have to get me food and from Bo La Vie, of all places. Although, I’m not hating it. I’ve been wanting to try that place out for a while and haven’t been able to get in.”

  “Really?” He seemed shocked.

  “Yea. Reservations are like a month out. How were you able to get food from there? Oh my gosh, do you want one? I can bring it over to you.”

  He laughed. “I know the owner and no, you and your friends enjoy.”

  “How much do I owe you?”

  “Nothing, but you also aren’t getting a knife.” He winked. “Now I really have to go.”

  “What’s your name?” I called after him, but he only smiled.

  I walked back to the group. “No knife.”

  “I love you thought he would just give you a knife to walk across a crowded club with.”

  “Yea, I didn’t really think that through.”

  I picked up a Wagyu sandwich with truffle and Gruyère and took a bite. I’m pretty sure if it wasn’t for the thumping music, I would have thought I had died. It was the best thing I had ever put in my mouth and that included cock. And I loved cock. Unfortunately, chances weren’t looking great since Derek left. I couldn’t blame him. We didn’t really seem to hit it off, and he was getting hit on every two seconds. For some reason, aside from the first guy, no one else tried to dance with me, which was a bit of a bummer.

  “Lizzy. Try this.” I said, waving my sandwich in front of her face.

 

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