Stella’s point of view.
It’s been a crazy night so far, we’ve been dancing from one music to the other, and I must be honest with something.. I’m really enjoying dancing with Pete.
“I didn’t know you’re such a good dancer” he said over the music.
“Thank you, but you ain’t doing bad yourself”
He shrugged his shoulders.
“I’m just trying to catch up with you” he replied.
I giggled at his reply.
“How about we squeeze out some alone time for ourselves after this dance?” he asked suggestively.
My eyes viewed him from head to toe.
He’s not bad, he’s hot and I can tell his dîck ain’t as huge as Mr huge dîck’s, but he’s gonna be just right -wait, why did I suddenly think about Mr huge dîck?
“What do you say?” he asked again.
“Yeah, but let’s make something clear”
“What?”
“Having a one nightstand with you doesn’t mean we’re gonna be…”
“Well, well, well, who do we have here?” I heard someone clapping behind, which interrupted me.
I stopped dancing and turned around with an offended frown, wondering who has the nerves to interrupt me, but only to come face to face with a familiar face.
I squinted my eyes as I tried to recall where I’ve seen this face before, but there wasn’t no impression.
“A whore will always be a whore” she said.
“Who are you?” I asked her.
“Who am I?” she scoffed unbelievably. “You’re not only a whore, but you’ve also got poor memory too?”
I narrowed my eyes, I could feel anger piling up at the pit of my stomach, but I balled my fists to bury the anger or else the alcohol I’ve been consuming tonight is gonna take over, and it won’t be good for this Miss bimbo.
“What’s going on here?” I heard Megan asked as she approach us.
I guess she sensed there’s a fight going on between me and Miss bimbo here, she (Megan) stood by my side and kinda push me behind her and stood protectively in front of me.
“Who are you? And what do you want from my babygirl?” Megan asked.
Wait, babygirl? Why’s she making it sound as if I’m her child?
I’ll get even with her later. Miss bimbo’s laughter caught my attention, and I threw her a glare which she obviously ignored.
“So this whore has no change, so she’s bisexual?”
Megan raised her hand and made to slap her, but I held her hand and stopped her.
“How dare you call my friend a whore? Who are you to judge her?” she growled at Miss bimbo.
“I’m the wrong person she messed with”
Megan made to reply her, but I stopped her again. “I can handle her” I whispered to her.
“Oh, I forgot, clubs are meant to give shelter to slûts” Miss bimbo snarled.
A frown appeared on my face immediately she said that, but it was soon turned into a sly smirk when I came to realization.
“What are you smirking about?!” she snapped at me.
I sighed dramatically loud, a little bit too loud and shook my head disappointedly too.
“It’s so funny how pots calls kettles black these days”
“Huh?”
I sighed again.
“Since we’re both colleagues in this profession, I see no reason you should condemn me”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” she asked with a raised eyebrow.
Megan burst into a short laugh, then stepped forward and placed her right hand on Miss bimbo’s shoulder.
“She’s calling you a whore too, honey” Meg whispered mockingly in her ear.
Well I don’t think that was a whisper, because everyone around us heard her and roared in laughter.
I didn’t realize everyone’s stopped dancing and were watching us until now.
“You, you, you..” she pointed her perfectly manicured finger at both Meg and I.
“We, we, we what?” Meg asked daringly.
She nodded speechlessly as she glared daggers at us, her chest was rising and falling like a little girl who’s trying to stop herself from bursting into tears.
“Don’t tell me you’re thinking about telling your momma on us” Meg teased.. no, provoked her further.
“I’ll make you regret stepping on my toes!” she growled and made to leap at us, but someone caught her by her waist and pulled her back.
My I moved my gaze to whoever just stopped her, and my mouth fell open when I saw it’s none other than Mr huge dîck.
His eyes were fixed on me, I don’t know if I’m seeing things because I had a few drinks, but I saw some emotions in his eyes, like.. anger and.. was that jealousy?
“Mr huge dîck!” I blurted out, but thankfully my voice wasn’t loud, it’s almost like I lost my voice at that moment.
“Let me go! Let me go!”
Miss bimbo shouted as she tried to free herself from Mr huge dîck’s hold.
Hold on a sec, who’s she to him? What’s their relationship?
“Let me teach this whore a lesson for trying to break another woman’s home!” she growled.
Another woman’s home? These words sounds so familiar, it seems like I heard them this morning…
That’s when realization dawned on me, she’s Mr huge dîck’s sister -no wonder she’s so familiar.
“Mom and dad wouldn’t be so happy to hear their favorite child made a scene in a clubhouse” Mr huge dîck said.
Miss bimbo stopped struggling at once, she couldn’t do anything more than glaring at me, but I haven’t had enough and decided to provoke her more.
I sighed.
“Oh, and here I was thinking of the size of dîck I’m gonna fuçk tonight” I released another deeper sigh. “I guess I’ll go by your brother’s dîck now, I believe he’s got the perfect size here”
I leaned closer to her ear and whispered very lowly, so only the two of us would hear my last words.
“Your brother’s dîck is very huge”
“You’re a sick bitch!”
She pushed me off her, then angrily stormed towards the exit and left the club.
Megan and I burst into laughter, we laughed so hard that we both almost shed tears, because our eyes became very red.
“Damn! Girl, that was so hot!” Pete said.
I stopped laughing and nodded in agreement.
“Right, I wasn’t even…”
My words were interrupted when Mr huge dîck suddenly grabbed my hand.
“Come with me?!” he growled and pulled me along.
But Pete grabbed my other hand and pulled me back, which earned him a glare from Mr huge dîck.
“Let go!” he growled lowly.
“Dude, you can’t just come and…”
Pete didn’t finish his words before Mr huge dîck landed a heavy punch on his nose, this punch sent Pete to the ground and his nose began bleeding.
“What the fuçk man?!” Pete yelled.
Without sparing Pete another look, Mr huge dîck began pulling me towards the staircase leading to the suites.
Megan made to chase after us, but I shook my head in disagreement and signaled her that I’ll be fine and she nodded, but wouldn’t stop giving me worried look until I was out of sight.
•••••••••••••••••
*Minutes Later**
“I’m your sex teacher now, you fuçking know that right?” Mr huge dîck asked angrily.
We’re now in one of the suites, and it isn’t hard to guess he’s already booked this suite.
“Yeah, so fuçking what?”
He scoffed at me, as though I just said the most foolish thing.
“So you shouldn’t be fuçking sleeping around with fuçking random guys!”
Now it’s my turn to scoff.
“And what right do you have to stop me from fuçking whomever I fancy?”
“What right do I have? I’m bloody fuçking you during our class without wearing any condoms, what if you contract a STD from one of those random bastards and pass it on to me?!”
“Oh”
I sniffled a laugh when I watched his angry expression.
“Firstly, I’m always careful when choosing whom to fuçk, and secondly, it’s none of my business if you couldn’t protect yourself”
“You….”
He cut himself off, shut his eyes and massaged his temples frustratingly.
“You’re pissing me off right now, you’re trying to drive me insane!” he growled. “I have nothing to say to you, I’m gonna punish you so hard”
Punish me? Why do I like the sound of that? My mind is so dirty -hehehehehehehehe.
“I’m gonna fuçk you until you realize your mistake, I’m gonna fuçk you senseless tonight, until these legs of yours becomes useless!” he growled lowly before pushing me onto the sofa nearest to us.
“It’s gonna be a sex to remember after all” I said and bite my lower lip in anticipation.