Renaissance Moon

Chapter 2

I’ve arrived at the club. I’m wearing a brown corset dress. It’s off-shoulders but with flare-long sleeves. I wear brown lace-up high heels and I look so gorgeous. I know I’m chubby, but I have perfect curves, so I love wearing delicate clothes and lovely dresses. I curled my black hair and I had some makeup on. My pale white skin complimented my light peach make-up appearance. My skin shimmers from the moonlight and the lights from the club.

The club looked fancy and I went straight to our VIP room. The room has a dark, elegant theme. It has a combination of black and red stuff inside. There’s a big U-shaped black sofa with a U-shaped center table. The ceiling has black silk cloth and some chandeliers that give out red-orange light. There are some paintings on the wall and some weird mask decorations. The center table already has bottles of wine and whiskey. Did Vicky order all of this? Is she planning to get drunk and pass out inside the club? I sighed and sat on the soft sofa. I’m the only one here and it feels so cold. My body shivers as I wait alone. Where the hell are they?

I pulled out my phone from my pocket and texted Vicky and Atticus.

“Hey, guys! I’m here at the club. Where are you?”

Atticus responded quickly. He said “Coming”. That was short but at least he answered unlike Vicky, who, for some reason, didn’t contact me the whole day. What was that girl doing? I bet she’s doing something steamy at the rich guy’s house.

I heard the door open and I was hoping it was Vicky but I was wrong. From the door came a man with long, curly, messy blonde hair. He has hazel eyes, thick eyebrows, and pouty lips. His jawlines were well-defined with a stubble beard and he looked like a hunky Greek Adonis. He wore a black button-down shirt but he left the upper part unbuttoned, showing me parts of his bare, strong chest. His chest and broad shoulders can make any girl go crazy.

“Umm. I’m sorry to interrupt your stare but Hi. Are you Luna or Vicky?”

Oh s**t. I didn’t know how long I stared at him. Did I drool? That was so embarrassing.

“I’m Luna.”

I looked down after answering his question. I thought I'd be confident because of the dress, hair, and makeup, but that didn’t help. I’m still shy and I felt so uncomfortable. I played with my emerald ring that was given by Mom before she died. This is my mannerism whenever I feel uncomfortable, shy, and pressured.

I felt someone sitting beside me. It was Atticus. Weirdly, I felt hot. A while ago, the room was so cold, but now, it is the exact opposite. I feel like sweating.

“Do you know that the eyes of painters are like the eyes of a psychologist?”

He whispered in my ear and my world was shaken. I could feel his breath near me and all the hair on my body stood up. I felt thirsty. I can’t explain what I feel. I have a weird sensation inside of me.

“All these years, I painted different portraits, their eyes must show what they feel. The eyes are the windows to your soul. It exposes your secrets, your fears, and your anxieties. Though you wear a smile of deception or obscure your face, the organ of sight will tell the undersurface. Looking at you I can tell, you still don’t know the beauty you hold. You have no idea that you can be at love's threshold.”

Atticus sounded so poetic and maybe that’s because he’s an artist. I looked up and I saw him staring at me. He was right. The eyes say it all. He was far different from all the men I met. His eyes tell me I am accepted, I am loved, I am admired. We stared at each other and I could feel my heart beating so fast. He looks at me with lust and like. He moved closer and I smelled his breath. He was already drunk. I can smell alcohol from him. I moved back, unsure of what to do when, suddenly, my phone rang. It’s Vicky. She texted me.

“Hey Luna, I won’t be able to come to the party tonight. This rich guy is hot and we’ll spend the night together. Enjoy your night and please don’t come home till a virgin tomorrow.”

Oh my. Oh God… Vicky is really crazy. This means I’ll be left here with Atticus. I looked at Atticus again and he was still staring at me. The way he stared at me made me wonder, do I look pretty tonight? He stopped looking at me knowing I felt confused and uncomfortable. He took a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon wine and poured it into a wine glass. He handed it to me and I drank it quickly because I was so thirsty. Damn! That tastes good! It has some dark fruit flavors of berries and cherries but at the same time, it has hints of green bell pepper, spice, tobacco, wood, and vanilla. He smiled, amused at how fast I finished the entire wine glass in one go.

He poured wine into his glass and sipped. Then, I took the wine glass and poured more wine into my own glass. This wine is addicting. It was a fine wine that aged beautifully. Atticus and I continued drinking without even talking to each other. Yes, we were silent. We are just staring at each other, absorbing each other’s aura, trying to cover up what we feel through the alcohol. Him, filled with lust, and me, filled with confusion.

After a couple of hours, my mind was now been influenced by alcohol. I dance and sway in the room, while I sing my own song carrying a glass of wine in my hand.

Atticus placed his hands on my hips as I danced in front of him. The alcohol in my body made me crazy. My blood was combined with wine and whiskey. His touch was warm and his hands were rough from painting all his life. He moved his hands around me and I felt like I was being sculpted. I feel as if I’m his work of art. His hands traveled from my hips up to my breast. He squeezed my breast just like how a baker kneads dough. I moaned from too much desire and affection. Then, he stopped and grabbed my nape. He pushed my face towards his face and our lips met.

He kissed me hard and deeply. He was like a thirsty man who hasn’t drunk water for a long time. I gasped for air and when he saw an opening in my mouth, he put his tongue inside. f**k. It was so good. My entire body was shaking and I felt my p***y throbbing. I felt drugged and ecstatic.

He guided me and laid me down on the sofa. His eyes never looked away. He continues his passionate kiss as he moves his hand inside my dress. He touches my c**t and plays with it. I moaned and moaned from the pleasure. Finally, he puts his finger inside my panties and he puts it in my opening. I screamed a little and his eyes were in shock. I looked at him, confused by his reaction.

“Are you a virgin?” he asks. I blushed at his question and was a bit embarrassed, but then I nodded.

“Oh, you’re a precious one,” he said and kissed me deep again with his tongue playing with mine. He pushed in and pulled out his finger and I became soaking wet. I reach the c****x but Atticus is not done yet. He pulled down my dress and cupped my breast. He kisses my other breast and sucks my n****e. I can’t believe I’m doing this inside a club. My body arches as he gives me satisfaction. He takes off my panties and as he opens the zipper of his pants, my jaw drops. His manhood is so big and hard. He slides his c**k inside me and I can feel a pleasurable pain. “Ah!” He moves slowly at first and, as he can see that the pain is gone, he increases his pace, making me moan and scream. “Ah! Atticus! Ugh, f**k” We dance through the rhythm of our s*x until we reach the c****x together. That was f*****g good.

Atticus kisses my neck, my cheeks, and my forehead. It feels so good and satisfying. His soft lips touch my skin gently, sending love and lust to my heart. He closes his eyes and falls asleep on the sofa. Now, I can’t believe what I’ve just done. I had s*x with our painter and I don’t know what his reaction will be tomorrow, knowing he was just drunk, that's why he had s*x with me. I gather my dress and underwear, then I dress up and leave. That was a hell of a night with such good s*x, but it’s definitely wrong.