chapter three: gates of hell
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Three hours later.
"Becky, you don't have to follow me. Im fine," I smacked my bloodshot lipstick in the mirror and pouted at her face.
"Miss Victoria... You are still staggering, okay let me drive you at least." She suggested,
"I just want to make sure you are safe."
There was a little point in what she said.
"okay Becky, you almost sound like my mom." I rolled my eyes as I threw on my little purse.
Becky released a sigh of relief and we got in to the car.
She started the engines but paused, giving me one last look,
"Are you sure you want to do this?, it's a one time and forever thing miss Victoria." She said.
"As sure as daylight." I threw my hands up in the air excitedly.
Times like this was why I loved the convertible car.
Then Becky zoomed off.
The streets were alive as we drove past blinding lights and extra energy,
Yes I knew new York was the city that never sleeps but, this was just extra.
Was it the 4th of July or am I just overly an introvert?
"Here..here, let's go in here" I gestured excitedly at the big building with heavy music jarring out.
It had boldy written on it,
"THE GATES OF HELL"
"that's one hell of a name, Becky eyes glistened at the attention grabbing title.
"I bet I will find something hot in here then." I squealed getting out of the car.
But Becky remained on her seats, still holding on to the steering wheel.
"I don't feel good about leaving you all by yourself in there..." she tilted her head, peeking at the crowded entrance.
"Becky, I'm a grown woman. I feel good, and I'll be fine. Trust me." I tugged at her, blowing her a kiss.
But truth was.
I did NOT feel good at all, matter of fact, I felt completely shitty.
But I would rather drown in the gates of hell with a hot demon than, drown in my bed with the constant moaning of Trisha torturing my sanity.
"Hey,,,," I said to a buff lady standing by the entrance.
Something about how built she was screamed I was in the right place.
And If I don't get an Adam today, who knows, I might just get an Eve.
A smirk drew across her lips and she averted her gaze, directing me in.
She must have read my thoughts and wanted to keep it professional.
"yeah right."
The music blasted my ears the moment I entered in,
And the lights, feint neon and blue lights flashed here and there,
It was almost impossible to figure out a person's face.
"what the f**k amount of mental stimulation was this?" I moved past the parade of sweating bodies.
Then the Dj stopped the music.
"okay okay, I see we are all hyped up right now!!"
Then there was an uproar,
"Then we know what time it is right now my ladiessss!!!!" he screamed into the microphone,
But the crowd was even more pumped than he was,
What time was it?
Just then the lights went completely out and the spotlight was on,
Focusing on a nearly demi semi naked hot! Guy.
My jaws dropped.
And the ladies went up in a frenzy.
He was a sexy dancer, and his body was built for this. I Could stake my money.
Then the dj spun the track.
"oh my god! Thats my song!" I squealed excitedly at the sound of a Chris brown song.
"let me take you downnnn.." I sang along in full spirits till Mr hot stuff got down.
My throat was getting really dry, and with the funky way I was feeling, I wasn't exactly sure if tequila was a good idea.
But my feet moved faster than my head.
"Bartender,...six shots of s*x on the beach please."
"Six shots , Are you trying to forget your name?" a male voice said from behind.
Yes I was but that part was none of his business, I turned to face him genuinely curious.
Then my eyes widened,
"it's you, isn't it." he said.
Me?, my cheeks ran hot. Mr hot stuff dancer knew me?
His eyes weren't exactly cold, but they had no excitement in them either.
"two shots of whiskey please." he double tapped on the table.
And in seconds, the bartender whipped out a little glass with ice dangling inside of it.
"you have something that belongs to me." he said, swirling his shot glass.
"I think you are clearly mistaken....?" I said in utter confusion.
He looked around cautiously before saying the words.
Then he leaned in closer.
"the little wrapped up parcel..." he said c*****g his head.
Then the realization hit me.
.
",wait....wait, you've been a delivery guy for me in the past?"I asked sympathetically.
He swallowed the two shots at once.
"You are trying to be funny." he said with a poker face.
Okay now I was genuinely confused. just then there was the sound of a siren right outside the club.
"f*****g hell." he rolled his eyes. throwing his head back
"What do they want, I thought security here was tight.? " I asked.
"We just have to sit back and wait." he said, spinning out of his seat.
"Well, where are you going?" I asked.
"Did you really thinking I was going to sit down and wait?" he shot a glance at me.
My head continued to spiral as he took my hand and pulled me along a hall way,
Away from the craziness.
"wait wait...where are you taking me?"I asked, holding unto his grip on my wrist.
"Shh." he said, just follow me.
Then he used his leg to kick open a slightly unlocked door .
"What is this?!" I cried, yanking out my wrist from his grip.
"I need you to be quiet, it's the least you can do for me."he spat.
"you know what I think?, I think you are crazy,and I need to call Becky this moment," I said, feeling the annoyance build up in me.
"No, you can't bring anyone in here!" he spat once again, pacing from left to right.
"is this...a kidnap?, are you kidnapping me?"
Then he stopped mid track, and slowly turned to face me.
My heart beat drummed loudly against my chest with every step he took to face me ,
Till he entered into my personal space.
This was totally not the way I wanted this night to go, I whimped.
"Actually, yes. Its a kidnap and what do you want to do about it?" he asked, his breath fanning against my nose.
He towered over me easily and no I refused to admit the crappy and nasty thoughts that filled my mind.
I swallowed.
"gbumgbumggbumm" there was a heavy and loud thud against the door.
"it's the deputy speaking, we know you are in there, open the door" A firm voice echoed from outside the door.
A smile drew across his lips,
Now he continued to hover over me, his chest pulling closer and closer against mine,
What was going on?
Why was so much happening at the same time,
I tried to open my mouth to say something but only a gasp escaped.
"I need you to close your eyes and stay .. still." he said, looking straight into my eyes,
his eyes locked with mine screamed like he dared me to make a move.
The thud continued to sound at the door, but he completely ignored it and lowered himself, still not breaking eye contacts,
Then he held on to my thighs and slowly trailed them upwards,
Till his cold palms rested on my butt cheeks.
I swallowed again.
"w..what are you doing?" the words managed to escape my lips painfully.
Shakily, I held onto the his shoulders for support as he slowly folded down my panties.
Was this really happening?, and with a guy I didn't even know his name?
I saved my virginity all these years only to give it away to some community d**k pole male vixen?
"stop it..." I said faintly. Like I didn't even trust my own words.
Then the door flung open, quickly, he tried unfolding my panties back up,
"I can do that myself!" I spat, pushing myself away from him.
Then I felt something brush my skin.
"what’s that ??...." I asked lowly.
"Shh." he hushed me.
"wait, Vic..toria?" the firm voice called my name .
Oh s**t.
This just got bad.
"What are you doing here with....?" his eyes shifted to Mr hot stuff who threw himself on the bed.
"you don't talk to my girlfriend that way. Deputy" he said, a smirk drawing across his lips.
"Girlfriend?" the deputy repeated.
"officers please, search him," said the deputy. his eyes not shifting from mine.
"information has it this young man, Lucas, was in possession of the illegal substance here in the club, in form of a tiny parcel." his kissed his teeth.
"But I think we have more than a little problem too now." he said rigidly, and without a blink, , his eyes blistered with equal dose of Anger and disappointment.
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