The front door slammed shut with a force that rattled the windows. Cassie stormed into her living room, her face a mask of fury. She threw her purse, and it landed with a thud on the couch. She didn’t bother to remove her high shoes as she matched to the bar.
Cassie poured herself a drink. The glass and the liquor bottle trembled in her hands as she recalled how Blake was all over Tasha at the ball. “Damn him,” she thought to herself as she drowned her drink in one gulp. She set the glass on the mantle table with a slight bang.
Cassie needed a man desperately, in another way; a toy to play with as she liked. She grabbed her car key off the mantle. Her breath hitched as she pushed open the front door, the familiar scent of lavender pot-pourri clinging to the air. She got into her car. “It was supposed to be me, but I was so stupid.” She thought as she started the car engine and backed out of the driveway with only one destination in her mind; ClubNaughty. The biggest bi-sexual club in town. The biggest secret she had kept away from everyone around her, except her cousin. The only person who knew everything about her.
The neon lights of Clubnaughty glowed ahead, the familiar pulse of bass music vibrating through her chest before she even stepped inside. She took a deep breath. This was where she could forget everything. Where no one asked questions, and no one cared about who she was. She pushed through the door and was instantly hit with the electric atmosphere-loud, chaotic, and exactly what she needed.
The bouncer didn’t even ask for ID; he just gave her a nod. Maybe because of the desperate look on her face. Her heels clicked on the polished floor as she made her way to the bar, the rhythmic thump of the music almost drowning out her thoughts. She settled on a high stool.
The bartender, a man with a face etched with years and a weary smile, looked up from polishing a glass. “What can I get you, miss?” he asked, his voice gravelly.
Cassie didn’t even answer. She just watched the crowd, scanning the room for someone. And then she saw him.
A man standing by the back wall, he met all her specifications. Tall, dark, sweet, young and all shades of dangerous. He caught her eye almost immediately, the flicker of his gaze sent an unexpected thrill through her chest.
Without thinking, Cassie climbed down from the stool and moved toward him, the pounding music and flashing lights fading into the background as she approached him.
“What’s your name?” she asked, leaning in close, her voice low enough that only he could hear.
His lips curled into a smirk. “Depends,” he said, voice smooth like whiskey, “on what you’re looking for.”
Her heart was racing now-not from the alcohol, but from something else. Something she couldn’t quite name. She studied him for a moment. His eyes were dark, but there was a gleam in them that told her he was intimidated by her forwardness. Just the right person she needed; a sissy.
Her mind felt foggy, but there was a certain clarity in her impulse now. She wasn’t here to think. She was here to feel. And right now, she felt like taking whatever she could.
“I’m looking for someone who doesn’t ask too many questions,” Cassie said. “A pretty little thing for the night.” A slight smile playing on her lips. Her voice had dropped even lower now, just above a whisper, but it was enough to make him lean in.
“Good thing I’m not in the business of asking,” he replied, his voice still cool but edged with interest. His gaze lingered on her lips for a moment before rising to meet her eyes again. “I’m all yours ma’am. My name is Crystal.”
Cassie tilted her head, letting the weight of his words settle. She didn’t need a game, not tonight. What she needed was a distraction, something to get the image of Black and Tasha out of her mind.
She motioned for him to follow her with a finger and she started walking back to the bar.
He followed her without missing a beat, taking the seat next to hers, his presence unshakable. The bartender slid a glass of something dark and rich in front of her, and the man beside her didn’t hesitate, he ordered the same.
She glanced over at him, raising an eyebrow. “You like whiskey?”
“Like you, it’s complicated,” he said, holding her gaze just a little too long. “But I’ve learned that complicated things can be fun.”
Cassie smirked, swirling her drink in her hand, letting the ice rattle against the glass. She could feel the buzz of anticipation rising in her chest. This was different. He was different. In a place full of temporary things, he felt like the only thing that wasn’t fleeting.
The energy in the room became charged, as the DJ changed to upbeat music. The music and the drink vibrated through her.
Without asking, Crystal slid off his stool and extended his hand toward her, his eyes now glowing with a challenge.
“Come dance?” His voice was playful, but there was a serious undertone. He wasn’t giving her an option.
She hesitated, looking down at his outstretched hand. It was tempting, the way he stood there, waiting like he already knew what she needed. His nipples had become longer and hard, standing out from the holes of his mesh fishnet top.
She smiled, reaching out her hand, she rolled a nipple between her fingers.
Crystal closed his eyes, accepting the little pleasure she was giving him.
“Let’s dance,” she purred after a moment. And he opened his eyes.
“Yes, ma’am,” he gave her a lustful smile and stretched out his hand again to her.
She placed her hand in his. He led her to the dance floor with effortless confidence, his grip firm but not controlling. As the beat dropped, their bodies moved instinctively, matching the rhythm like they’d done this for years. His arms wrapped around her body. And that feeling was just what she needed now.