Something About Aaron

Ch.1.2 (Almarie's POV)

I’ve been so distracted by my thoughts, wandering around aimlessly in search of a place full of s****l tension, I haven’t the slightest idea of where I am. At some point, I hear what sounds like an epic party and am unable to turn away. The insistent, resounding, thumping, leads me inside what seems to be a sort of nightclub. Normally, it would be a bit too much for me and simply not my scene. Yet, I find myself drawn into the crowd. Pulsating music, a sea of bodies constantly moving, people doing what others would describe as unspeakable. This is exactly what I need.

Letting the rhythm control my movements, I find myself in the middle of the sea as everyone bumps and grinds into one another. A very attractive woman in clothing that just barely covers the necessities, begins grinding up on me and without thought, I begin to dance with her in an equally provocative way. The next thing I know, our lips are interlocked in a lustful need for pleasure, attention, and contact. Before it can turn into anything more, she’s being pulled away by another, and a man has taken her place.

It seems like I am lost in a fog. Just barely getting a clear picture as my body does its own thing in pursuit to satisfy its own needs. I watch through my own eyes as if I am watching a movie. I feel all that my body does but my actions are no longer mine to control. The man who has become my new dance partner begins kissing up my neck and along my jawline. His mouth finds its place by my ear. “Follow me.”

The words are barely understood over the noise and said in a way that could be either a question, or demand. He pulls away a bit without releasing his light grasp on my arms. With a sly smile, he nods in a direction, slides a hand down to grasp mine, and begins to lead the way. Unable to resist what hopes to be a promise of more after feeling his arousal while dancing, I blindly follow. We pause briefly in front of a door I would have never seen had he not brought me to it. He pulls a key from his pocket with a wink, unlocking it before pulling me inside, flipping on a light, and roughly bending me over a sink. In a blink of an eye, his pants are unzipped, my panties have been dropped, and we lock eyes in the mirror. Spreading my legs as an invitation I part my lips to speak ever so lightly, “Show me what you’ve got.”

The man gives me a devilish grin. He grabs a fist full of my hair, wrapping it around his hand, pulling my head back while wrapping his free arm around my waist. Our eyes lock in the mirror and with a swift, raw thrust he is inside me. At the sudden penetration, a small gasp escapes me, encouraging the man’s movements. He is pounding me from behind with a fierceness that sends shivers to my core. I ignore the gut feeling telling me to run, figuring it's just anxiety or one of the other people in my mind being overprotective. Before I can shake it off and try to enjoy my encounter, I am given one hard, final thrust, and it is over.

“Want to go grab a bite?” The man asks while zipping his fly, wearing the devilish smile he had before.

“I have plans.” I shrug “Good game though.” I laugh lightly, giving him a wink before exiting to make my way out of the building. I am unfulfilled and ready to move on to a quieter setting than this obnoxious party scene. I need a drink to help calm my nerves as the reality of what I have done sets in. Yes, I was hoping for it but I am still horrified by it. My mind may be clearer now, reality may be more in focus, but I still have an itch that needs to be scratched the proper way. As a result, I push the unsanitary, bathroom encounter, out of my mind and continue with the hunt.