Tonight, I'm going to club like it's my last night on earth. Amelia Harper Johnston told herself as she watched her best friend Molly drowning herself in shots. She stuck to her pink cocktail drink she had no remembrance of the name.
She still very much wanted to go home complete. And in one piece. Although, she already had about four of the pink cocktails and Molly was already looking like she had a twin sister next to her.
She looked around the club again and sighed. If this wasn't the worst way to spend her twenty fourth birthday party she didn't know what else was worse.
Clubbing had always been she and Molly's thing, but the club looked dull tonight even with the strobe lights and the loud music. And the guys she had been meeting, she had next to zero interest in them.
"Come on Mia! Have a slippery nipple!" Molly shouted as she pushed a shot into her hands.
Amelia drank it all in one gulp grimacing at the burning sensation in her throat.
"What's wrong? You wanna dance? You don't look too good."
"I'm fine. I'm just bored."
Molly raised her hand and dragged Amelia out of her barstool.
"I know what you need!" She giggled as she dragged Amelia to the dance floor.
"You need some dancing and you need to get laid!"
Amelia agreed on the last part, she did need to get laid. She looked around the club but none of them caught her eye. Even though La Gazelle was one of the most exclusive clubs in the city, she still couldn't pick a guy she wanted.
A few minutes dancing under the strobe lights and heavy music and Amelia swayed from light dizziness.
"I'm going to the bathroom!" she screamed to Molly over the music.
Molly who was busy grinding a random guy on the dancefloor.
"Want me to come with you?" She called out and Amelia shook her head.
"No! I'm fine!" She shouted back.
She staggered all the way to the hallways she suspected the bathroom would be, she wasn't quite drunk yet but positively tipsy. The combination of the drinks and her mild annoyance at how her birthday was turning out made her a bit depressed.
And also the fact that her stupid ex boyfriend Allen didn't wish her a happy birthday.
What a dick! She thought as she groped around the darkly lit hallway.
She wasn't even halfway to the sign that was brightly written with 'Ladies room' before she slammed into a wall.
"What the fuck!" She murmured as she looked up and felt the wall.
It didn't feel like a wall at all.
Damn! It was a man! She thought as she tried to step back.
"Sorry, I wasn't really looking where I was going..." She tried explaining and the beautiful man shrugged.
"No, it's fine. Are you okay?"
She raised her head to see him properly and her throat went dry.
Who is this perfect work of art clad in the most expensive looking Giorgi Armani suit she had ever seen on a GQ magazine? She asked herself as she assessed him.
He was tall, about six feet and a few inches with a lean but muscular frame.
He had black hair slicked back elegantly and the prettiest eyes she had ever seen on a human being.
They were the brightest of blues and stuck out of his face like mini glaciers. They made him look cold and calculating and ruthless all the same.
He had a strong jaw, well defined cheekbones and full lower lip that was just begging for attention.
She could kiss him for days and not get tired.
"Do you need any help?" He asked in a deep husky voice that made Amelia's knees buckle in delight.
"Actually, if you would just point me in the direction of the ladies room." she asked as she hooked her arm with his.
He gave her a smouldering look before nodding his head.
"Sure, I'd love to."
Together they both walked hand in hand to the ladies room
"We're here." He said as they reached the ladies room.
Amelia turned to look at him and moved closer to him, studying every inch of his perfectly sculpted sun kissed face. He looked as good as sin and Amelia was more than ready to taste the forbidden fruit.
"Are you ready to leave my arm now?" The man asked with amusement.
"Not yet." Amelia said.
"What's your name gorgeous?"
"Mia" she answered as she bit her lip. She could tell that he was looking at her closely and intently.
"Today's my birthday." She announced and he raised his eyebrows.
"Happy Birthday Mia."
"Thank you."
She inched closer to him and his eyes settled on her lips. She licked her lips seductively.
And she went in for the kill.
He was taken a little off guard but he didn't back away as Amelia attacked him with a bold and deep kiss. She deepened the kiss as she moved closer to him and they both pushed each other into the ladies bathroom.
She could feel him raising up her dress as his hands moved inside her panties and they both quickly occupied an empty stall. All Amelia could think of was how warning signs were ringing in her brain but she ignored them all as she locked them in their stall.
He pulled her red lacy panties to the side and with two fingers he entered her. Amelia could hear how wet she was when the slouching in her core sent her moaning against his soft lips. This only made the stranger's erection grow stiffer in his pants.
She held on to his muscular biceps as she raised her dress up begging him not to stop. All they could both think of was the pleasure and before Amelia knew it, the stranger was between her legs and her hands were deep inside his bed of silky black hair.
Than God I shaved. Amelia thought as he flicked his tongue against her clit and her body started thrashing in pleasure.
"Come on! Don't stop daddy!" She begged as he inserted his fingers and gently massaged the walls of her pussy.
She felt his tongue twirling inside her and she thought that she would bust out of pleasure.
Before she could mouth a string of curse words, the weight of her release made her entire body shudder. Wave after wave of unending pleasure continued to hit her as the stranger continued licking her with tortuous finesse.
Her knees buckled out of weakness and she lost her balance.
He caught her and pulled her closer to him.
The lust in his eyes was strong as their eyes both met and they both knew that they weren't done with each other.
"Sure you want to do this?" He asked and Amelia nodded.
She grabbed his face and licked her essence from his lips.
"If you don't stop now, there's no going back. Are you sure?" He asked again.
Amelia stared at his face squarely and said the two words that would be her undoing.
"Fuck me."
He wasted no time in backing her against the wall and pushing her dress up.
"Are you sure?" He asked again and she kissed him.
She could feel him fumbling with his fly and the sound of a condom wrapper being torn open.
And with one swift powerful motion, he entered her.
He was long and thick and Amelia felt like she was in heaven. He roughly pulled down the front of her dress and sucked on one breast.
She rolled her eyes till only the whites of them could be seen. Sex with Allen was never this good, she thought as she moaned loudly.
"Come on! Harder!" She screamed as he angled himself. He rotated his hips as her legs tightly wrapped themselves around him and with every stroke she could feel him nearing her sweet spot.
"Oh fuck!" She cursed out as every stroke of his was harder and faster.
Damn! He's so fucking good! Amelia thought as they both groaned loudly and collapsed out of pleasure.
She turned to look at the man who was staring at her intently as he removed his condom and dressed himself.
She suddenly felt embarrassed that she had just had sex with a complete and total stranger! It had never happened to her before.
"Can I at least know your name?" She asked as she pulled up her panties and adjusted her clothes suddenly feeling uncomfortable about the wetness in between her legs.
The man smiled.
"It's Xavier."
"Okay Xavier. Let's just pretend all this never happened okay. I don't normally do this and it is already mortifying enough that I just did it. We'll go our separate ways and forget all about tonight."
She asked and Xavier nodded.
"If that's what you want. Thank you for a wonderful time." He said as he kissed her cheek, unlocked the bathroom stall and left.
What the fuck did I just do? She asked herself as she picked up her purse lying on the bathroom floor.