Good Girl

Prologue

*Irene*

The bass thumps through my chest, a heartbeat echoing in the dim light of the club. I lean against the bar, swirling a half-empty glass of something neon and sugary, letting the vibrant chaos wash over me. It’s loud, it’s wild, and I’m pretending to be lost in it.

The perfect act for a perfect night, as I sit here and play bait, waiting for the right kids guy to bite.

A man sidles up next to me, his eyes glinting with the kind of hunger I’ve seen before. He’s got that cocky grin, the one that says he’s used to getting what he wants. “You look like you’re having a good time,” he says, leaning in just enough for me to catch the scent of his cologne… a mix of cedar and something darker.

I let my laughter bubble up, the kind that dances on the far edge of tipsy, but I keep my gaze steady. “Yeah, just enjoying the sights,” I reply, letting my fingers twirl the straw in my drink. “But I think I might head home soon.”

His smile sharpens, a predator spotting its prey. “Why don’t you let me show you a better time?” His voice drops, low and silky, as if we’re sharing a secret.

I feign a giggle, leaning in closer, letting him feel my warmth, making sure he gets a whiff of my heady perfume. “And miss all this?” I gesture vaguely to the throng of bodies swaying to the beat. “I think I’m good.”

But he’s persistent, he keeps flirting, his eys lingering on me. It is like he is hiding his time and I can see the wheels turning in his head as he leans closer, his eyes flicking to my drink.

I pretend to be searching my handbag for my lipglos and catch him slipping something small and glimmering into my drink. My heart races… not from fear, but from the thrill of the game. I lift the glass to my lips, pretending to take a sip, while my mind races through my options.

“Oops!” I spill a bit down my chin, feigning clumsiness. “Can you get me a paper napkin?”

He’s momentarily distracted as he turns to grab one behind him, and I take that chance. With a swift motion, I empty my glass into the small sink behind the bar, putting the empty glass in front of me, like I just drank it.

“Here you go my pretty,” he hands me the paper napkin.

“Thanks,” I dap my chin and neck, trying to make it seem sensual and slightly clumsy.

He sees my glas, and this slimy smile slides across his face, “thirsty huh?”

“Yeah, it’s a bit hot in here,” My pulse quickens as I plaster on a dazed smile, tilting my head as if I’m starting to feel the effects of whatever he slipped in.

“Let’s get some fresh air, yeah?” he suggests, and I nod, letting him wrap a possessive arm around my waist. I sway slightly, but it’s all part of the act.

We stumble outside, the cool night air hitting me like a slap, sharpening my senses. I allow him to lead me down the street toward a nearby apartment, the city lights flickering like stars above us. I can feel his excitement radiating off him… a dark thrill that makes my skin prickle.

He pushes the door open, and I step inside, feigning a weak laugh. “Wait, this is not my apartment.”

The space is sparse, the air thick with the scent of cheap cologne and something else, something darker. “No, it is my place, my pretty, you and me are gonna have some fun.”

“No,” I tell him. “I am not feeling so well… I should get to bed.”

“I agree, you should,” He shoves me backwards Until I fall onto the bed, the springs creaking underneath me.

“You’re going to love this,” he says, his voice low and eager. “I’m going to f**k you so hard and good that you can’t walk straight tomorrow.”

I watch him as he leans over me, his hands gripping my thighs, pulling up my skirt. I weakly swat at his hand, pretending to grow weak from the drug. “No stop, I do not want to.”

The predatory glint in his eyes tells me he thinks I’m completely out of it, this f*****g freak is looking forward to raping me, it is not just about the s*x for him, it makes it all the better that I am drugged and that I do not want to.

“Look at that,” he says, tugging my panties down, his gaze devouring what he sees. “You’ve got a beautiful p***y, I can’t wait to pound that little snatch raw.”

His hands are rough, possessive, and I can feel the weight of his anticipation hanging in the air. “You know, I can tell you’re new to this,” he continues, smirking as he runs a finger along my thigh. “But don’t worry, I’m a pro. I’ve done this plenty of times before. You’ll be begging for more before I’m done with you.”

I bite my lip, pretending to tremble in fear, while my mind races. He’s good at this, I’ll give him that. The way he talks, the confidence in his movements…it’s clear he’s done this before, and not just with willing partners. I can see the thrill of power in his eyes, the way he’s savoring my supposed vulnerability.

“Don’t worry, sweet thing,” he whispers, leaning down closer, his breath hot against my ear. “You’re in good hands.” He drags his mouth along my skin, and I suppress a shudder, keeping my breathing steady. “I won’t do any permanent damage, I am just taking what I deserve.”

The darkness of the moment wraps around us, and I let out a soft, breathy laugh, laced with false innocence. “I’m just a little dizzy,” I say, my voice shaky as I lean back against the bed, letting him think I’m succumbing to his will. “You’re scaring me, you are really strong.”

“Oh, baby, you have no idea,” he replies, his hands exploring my thighs, inching closer to the heat between my legs. “Girls like you, they want it, you just do not want to admit it… but you are all whores.”

As he grips my skirt, pulling it up higher, I notice the gleam of excitement in his eyes, the way his breath quickens. He’s lost in his fantasy of raping me, convinced he’s the one in control. I can feel the tension build in the room, a dark energy coursing through the air.

When he pulls back, standing up at the end of the bed and starts unbuttoning his pants I know it is time. I get the little bag from inside my bra, get up on my knees and pour some of the powder into my palm.

“Hey bastard,” I yell, making him look up, dropping his pants. Then I blow the powder into his face.