The Spare Girl [M/F/F]

Chapter 22

Melanie’s POV

It was never my intention to set Julie up with Nate. I’d only met him the week before on the dance floor. He’d been interested in a three way and I’d been happy to get a night with him. And it was an excuse to get Julie undressed.

I hadn’t always been in love with her. We’d been kids once. That was a long time ago when I hadn’t realized I liked p***y and d**k. That was a shock since it had never occurred to me to question my sexuality.

But Julie had started to look less like a friend and more like someone I wanted to spend the rest of my life with.

She’s the unavailable type. The ones who like staying in watching television rather than partying. She would rather sleep in and not care of there was no one around to talk to.

She’s a virgin. She’s not interested in women.

That’s where all my dreams ended and I was left to wonder if I would ever get a chance with her.

And then she agreed to go to the club with me. She’d been willing because it was me and she hadn’t said no when I invited her into the back room. She’s wanted me.

At least, that was what I’d thought. No. She’d just wanted Nate. Now, she won’t even answer my texts and won’t stand in the same room as me.

Tonight, I’d wanted to get away from my lack of success. Maybe she was still hung up on the whole girl thing. I know it had taken me a while before I’d admitted that I didn’t mind girls. I didn’t mind it if it was the right person. That right person had always been Jules.

The Red Emblem was crawling with men that wanted to f**k and girls who wanted to experiment. I knew my way around and could get almost anyone to follow me back to the bathroom or the back rooms.

That’s when I saw Julie with a black haired woman. They went upstairs where they put on s*x shows or some s**t.

The guy next to me kissing up my neck stopped.

“What’s wrong?”

I rolled my eyes and pushed him off me.

“Hey! What’s your problem?”

“None of your business.” I threw down a ten. “For the drinks.”

He looked up at me in pure shock. I couldn’t care less about him right now.

“What the f**k about this?” He gestured down at his hard on.

I shrugged while pulling my jacket on. “Go find another whore.”

He yelled some curses at me, but I was already to the door of the club.

Right now, what I needed was someone to replace her. Not some guy who didn’t know what he was doing.

The few drinks I had were enough to cloud my judgment. Julie had always been the one to pull me back when I was about to do something really stupid. Without her here or for the past week, I was on my own. That meant doing whatever the f**k I wanted.

Driving had been my first mistake. I almost ran into the front of the liquor store. A little too ironic for my tastes. My second mistake was heading to the red district part of town. Waiting at the corner was our own local whorehouse.

I sat out in the car, my hands on the steering wheel and my heart racing. There were no tears, but I really wanted there to be. I wanted to scream, beat my fists against the wheel, and to destroy everything I could get my hands on. This isn’t how I should solve my problems. But I needed to get the anger out somehow.

I slammed the car door after me. The walk to the front felt like forever.

Nancy was waiting for me at the door. She gave me a sly smile.

“Haven’t seen you for a while,” she said. She bit the tip of her red nail. “Though you forgot about me.”

I backed her up against the door. She breathed in with a sharp breath. Her chest heaved as I placed my hand beside her head. She was caged in, trapped between me and the door.

Julie crossed my mind. Her pretty curly brown hair and the confused look she sometimes got all were things I wanted to desperately forget.

Nancy ran her hands down my sides and gripped my hips. I let her pull me towards her. Our hips came together. Her lips parted.

“I’m free tonight.” I leaned down. Her heart quickened. I could feel it as I pressed our chests together. “I’ll give you a discount.”

When Nancy offered “discounts” it usually meant she was in the mood for a hard f*****g.

Her thumbs graced over my hip bones. She slipped her fingers below my waistband. I shoved her back against the door and ran my lips up her throat. She let out a breathy moan as I kissed up to her ear.

“How much you want?” I thrust into her. “How much to f**k your p***y raw?”

“God.” She tilted her head to give me more toom. I sucked on the juncture of her throat and collar. If I had a d**k, I would have been raging hard. My c**t throbbed as I tried to get some relief. I slid my knee between her thighs and ground down onto her.

“F-Five hundred.”

I laughed. “Don’t kid me, baby.”

I felt around her p***y. She was leaking all over my fingers. The thin thong she wore barely covered anything. I rubbed over her c**t. I licked my lips as I imagined the sweet taste that would coat my tongue if I licked down to her cunt.

She tossed her head to the side, gasping as I teased my finger over her thong. Her thighs tightened, but I didn’t give her what she wanted. When a silent still minute passed, she turned and gave me an irritated look.