I nodded in comprehension, scanning the vicinity, trying to make out the labels of the bottles. My passion for alcohol had granted consummate level of the different brands and price, though sad to say, that adroit ability did not apply to watches. Jack Daniels, Belvedere, Chivas and Martell. There are tables with one sole Belvedere, shared by at least 5 men. Cary looked at me expectantly, like a Master who's awaiting her disciple's final testament.
My surveying ended, finally landing on a table against the far end of the wall, away from the DJ and the dance floor. Two men dressed in smart business attire were standing around it. My observant trait sets in, and judging from their hand movements and manner of speech, I gathered that they were good friends, and that it was just two of them. Two bottles of Martell stood haughtily on the table, and one was unopened, the other with 1/4 left. It was then easy to assume the men had came before, probably regulars and the 1/4 bottle was leftover from their previous visit.
I directed Cary's gaze to their table with a small tilt of my head. She smiled and nodded happily, patting my head like a proud mother. Just as I was about to ask what happens after the target is chosen, Cary was already making her next move. Holding my hand, she pulled me to the bar which was merely 2 tables away from the 2 men. She ordered two cups of vodka lime for us, and motioned for me to sit at the empty table closer to the bar, further from the men.
She then arrived with our drinks as we sipped daintily from the tiny straws. I stirred my cup absentmindedly, enjoying the clinking sound that the ice cubes made. She pulled up the stool to be seated parallel to them, to ensure that she was within their vision, but not directly. We made small talk, and at the corner of my eye, I noticed the men stealing surreptitious glances at us. The strange vibe inside me gained control as I delved 3 fingers into my fringe, running them through my hair before reaching the back of my neck, exposing my wrist outwards, lingering for a split second before trailing my hand slowly and deliberately over my collarbone, as though smoothing away stray strands of hair. The familiar gesture has been secretly practiced many times after I picked it up from the woman I met on my way home ages ago.
One of the men managed to catch Cary's attention and they exchanged glances. Cary's aura evoked friendliness that was inviting and sensual. I tilted to face them, and realized one of them had left his seat, with his cup in his hand, sauntering over. Cary raised her eyebrows at me, with a "They're hooked" kind of face and I flashed a smile.
"My, do you girls look stunning tonight." The man was local, and judging from his slight accent and words, he should be quite well educated. He was quite built and big-sized, with a square jaw and eyes that were small, but twinkly. He wasn't exactly handsome, but he had a pleasant and jovial charm.
I remembered how Cary was weak in English and I knew the next move had to be from me. I stretched out my hand for a shake and said, "Hello there. Thank you for your lovely compliment. I am Violette, and this is my friend from China, Cary."
The man then nodded in acknowledgement, his hand reaching out for Cary's, they shook hands and I saw Cary taking a quick glimpse of the over-sized chain watch on his hand. "Hi Violette, hi Cary. Kevin here." He smiled, and it was the typical kind of salesman-smile, well-seasoned and copiously drilled with tactical schemes.
"Would you ladies be ever so kind to grace our night with your presence?" Kevin extended both his hands. I turned to look at Cary for her cue. She nodded and got off her stool, cup in one hand and holding Kevin's with the other. I followed suit, readjusting the hems of my dress as I got off. As we approached their table, the other man who was slightly smaller in size got up for a handshake.
He was decently dressed, and from the signature cutting of his shirt, it was probably Marc Jacobs. He was not as pleasant looking as Kevin, but had lean muscles and a better figure. We exchanged handshakes with both of his hands grasping mine, and his smile was deep, and more sincere than that of Kevin's.
"I am Kai. Pleasure to know you, Violette." He spoke with an American accent.
The moment Kevin poured us drinks, I knew there was a problem - They seemed as if they couldn't speak Chinese for nuts, whilst Cary can't speak English to save her life. Kevin was attempting to strike a conversation with Cary in his fast, fluid English. She then shot me an SOS face and I knew I had to get her out of that awkward situation.
"Kevin, go easy on her. Cary's trying to improve her English. Perhaps she'd love for you to be her teacher." I teased, attempting to make it sound like a joke, fingers crossed that it wouldn't dampen the placid situation instead of saving things. I ended my statement with a chuckle.
It seemed that night was my lucky night as Kevin immediately gave a smart reply, looking at Cary with his glass held up, he said "Well Cary, I am trying to improve my pathetic Chinese. Perhaps you would like to help?" Cary smiled and nodded happily in response, her cup raised for the toast.
Kai and I left them to chat as I agreed to follow him outside for a smoke. I hated cigarettes, having tried to persuade my dad to quit since like forever. But ever since I started working, I knew social smoking was inevitable to encourage bonding. Kai took out his Marlboro menthol and lit it up. I leaned against the wall, my legs crossed as I balanced my clutch bag over the ledge and proceeded to tidy my hair, combing through softly.
"Is Kevin interested in Cary?" I asked, having ran out of the same old personal questions back in the club.
"I am pretty sure, yes." Kai replied, flicking the cigarette ash into the ash tray with expertise, and he continued "Will I see you again? Violette?" he dived into his pants pocket and took out his blackberry.
"Well... I suppose so, if Kevin and Cary will be doing the same." I proceeded cautiously, not wanting to trust men I meet in the club too much. The stigma surrounding the quality of men at such places was too strong to ignore. Kai nodded and handed me his phone, which I then typed in my contact number.
The rest of the conversation digressed to various talk about our hobbies and Kai's job scope. We then went back into the club after his 2nd stick. Cary was alone at the table when we arrived. I gave a bewildered look and she responded "Oh, Kevin went to get some warm water for me."
I smiled and said "Oh, that's really sweet of him huh." I gave her a playful nudge. She giggled and raised her glass, proposing a toast to Kai and I. My alcohol tolerance was tremendously high, trained by the regular drinking sessions with my work colleagues. But I could see that Cary was a fair bit tipsy.
Kevin returned with a glass of warm water, which Cary gratifyingly finished in one breath. After lots of chat in terrible Chinese and broken English, Kai took me to the dance floor, whilst Cary wanted to remain in her seat, for her sky-high heels and tipsiness made it impossible to dance. I was reluctant to leave without Cary, but she urged me to go ahead. Adrenaline was already rampaging in my bloodstream, and thus, I obliged.
The dance floor was packed as Kai grabbed my hand and fought our way through the crowd, taking place right in the middle of two dance podiums. His hand was on my waist in a polite manner that was far from indecent. I appreciated the respect and wrapped my arms around his back in return. We swayed in a synchronized manner and he was smiling the whole time. It felt nice.
Just as our dance was in full swing, Kai twirled me around and I saw... Darren. He looked so dreamy in his black v neck tee and white blazer that was glowing under the UV lights. His matching white jeans was held together by his G-Star Raw belt, one whose buckle I was overly accustomed to. In his arms, was not Wendy, but another girl. She was dirty dancing on him, her hands tugging at his blazer, pulling his shirt hungrily. He was like a connoisseur, his body grooving to match her rhythm, playing the support to her lead.
A sharp pain seared across my heart, piercing right through. Its annoying how you can get used to all sorts of physical pain, but still fall prey to the agonizing freshness of a heartbreak, as though it was something new, as though it was something you have never expected nor tried to prepare for. I guess I must have begot a crushing force field of negative energy, for Darren suddenly turned and stared at me.
I could have sworn my heart died right there. Those large eyes, smooth skin and defined cheekbones, the sudden recollection of how the velvet of his skin felt against my fingers sent a jolt of euthanasia-like paroxysm throughout my body and I felt so exposed, so vulnerable. He smiled at me as though I am a stranger, but I could tell in his eyes, he detected a sense of familiarity that he just could not place. Strength of my hatred abandoned me right there, as I could not muster any ounce of energy to look away.
Just as it seemed I have been astral projected into another universe, Kai summoned me back to Earth with a concerned tug on my arm. I smiled and allowed him to pull me into an embrace. The scent of his CK perfume asphyxiated me as I tried to stifle the pleas of my heart, crying Darren's name. And he did not give up upon seeing I was Kai's dance partner. I saw him pushing his way through the crowd, the mysterious girl he was with no longer by his side.
"Have we met before? You seem vaguely familiar." Darren placed his hand on my shoulder. Anger was strewn across Kai's face as they engage in a battle of ego with no horizon. I stopped Kai's arm, which was about to strike in protest. I whispered into his ears "Wait for me at the table. I will be right back. This is a friend." He obliged, backing off reluctantly after shooting Darren a warning glare, which Darren has conceitedly ignored.
I felt the strange vibe coming back to me again as I said nothing, my ache for his skin against mine too overpowering. My hands were clawing seductively on his blazer, before i turned my back against him, right hand raised over my head, touching the nape of his neck as I pressed my body on him, my ass working against his growing erection. I slid up and down like a cat against its scratch pole, my body channeling enthrallment. Just as I turned back around to match his gaze, I saw the lust in his eyes. Darren's hand was devouring every inch of my ample bottom, as his free hand was on my chin, pulling us closer.
"You are so hot." he whispered, his voice oozing with complacency as though he has caught the bait. Just as his fingers left my chin, they started sliding down... reaching for my breasts. I relished that moment, but realized I was falling into his trap again. I grabbed his hand firmly to stop his advance, a potent mix of hatred and disappointment squirming in the abyssal pit of my core. Looking into his eyes painted with shock, I shouted, my words coated with anger, but driven by extreme pain "Yes, we have met before. I am the girl whom you have fucked and thrown away. The girl you wouldn't fuck again even with a bag over her head. Now get out of my sight or you won't get to see your sluttish balls again." I swallowed hard, the overwhelming heartbreak let loose a fury of tears.
I gave him a shove, leaving him traumatized and utterly embarrassed before slipping out of the hoo-haa i have created smacked in the middle of the party crowd. The words that left my lips felt bittersweet. It was like a thirst that was finally quenched, as I felt as if I had managed to hurt him back, even if it was inconsequential. The pain still stung, but this time, it felt like a knife of hope... Leading me to freedom.
I returned to the table after drying my eyes, where Cary greeted me with a hug. She was sleepy and thus the guys agreed its time to leave. I tried to remain composed, the Aquarian in me fighting to appear detached and emotionless. Kai never stopped looking over from the front passenger seat and I smiled every time he did. I promised to text him again, and thanked the men for the ride home before helping Cary out of the cab and back to our house.
Lying in bed, the dreary dead of night choked with melancholic atmosphere as loneliness and heartache were let loose, engulfing me like ravenous flames. I closed my eyes, the inebriation of alcohol swam in frenzy, pulsating at my brain. With power beyond my control, the night of my first sexual experience replayed in front of my eyes.
It was a Saturday night and my parents were out. Having planned for that day to be our movie night, Darren came over, with the Sadako VCD, a couple of Corona Extras and gourmet popcorn. I loaded the show as he removed his Birkenstock, placing them neatly on the shoe rack. He unfastened his G-star Raw belt, using the in-built bottle opener of the clasp to undo the caps of the beers as I reached out to touch the jagged material of the belt, holding the clasp with my fingers, I helped to fasten it back as he planted a kiss on my forehead.
We downed 5 bottles each and it was halfway through the show. The interim high derived from the booze got his cheeks in a beautiful rose blush as we started making out. His tongue fought through my lips desperately, searching for its counterpart as our lips locked, our tongues thrashing about in a ferocious courtship. His hands busied themselves, scrambling about down my back, wanting to explore and own every part of my body.
I felt his right hand sliding into my pants, the middle finger curved.. reaching for my flushing clitoris before delving further to caress the slot. His slender finger worked itself with dexterity, teasing my nether lips, begging for their sacred dew. It went inside, stroking the walls of my sex, persuading their fluid release.
His thumb was pressed against my neglected clitoris, concocting a makeshift vibration by pressing and releasing, casting me into a centrifugal plane of forbidden pleasure. I felt the build-up of an orgasm as I let out a cry, his index finger slipping in to join the middle one, creating a storm, rendering me with shudders.
My eyes were closed and body immobilized as energy was all dispatched to the intensity down south. He scooped me into an upright sitting position, his fingers still indulging in the nectar they had mined, hungry for more. His left hand fumbled clumsily as he tried to remove his belt. My shaking hands arrived at his rescue, working meekly at the clasp. I tugged at his jeans, fingernails digging into his Levi's underwear as I helped him to get undressed. His manhood stuck out right at my face as I pulled down the obstructing innerwear.
His hand guided my head with a gentle push as I parted my lips to embrace his cock. My tongue tickled the throbbing shaft as he moaned softly, his hand stroking my hair. I took him in further, wrapping my warm mouth around his starving erection, which was writhing in pleasure. I built up a momentum, my lips tightly vacuuming the taut flesh, tongue fondling the sensitive veins and the frenulum.
His right hand exited from the wet mess as he pulled down my pants soaked with juice. He pushed me down onto the sofa, his jeans dropped onto the floor as he stood up right. Getting out of the denim, he then climbed on top of me. "I love you Violette, so much that I want us to be closer. I want to feel every part of you." My heart melted and I made no attempt to decline as I parted my legs, my sex crying to be filled. His sweet, deadly lie seemed so real, and I wanted him to know how much I loved him, how much I'd go to give up things for him. Darren lowered his body, his cock was drenched in pre-cum from all the heated excitement, positioned for penetration.
His arms grabbed my shoulders tight as he thrust his manhood into my sex. Pain intertwined with pleasure, sprouting in my uterus, branching out to every inch of my body. "Does it hurt, baby?" Darren whispered, his voice raspy from the gratification of fullness. I shook my head, my hands clutching his firm ass, begging him for more. Darren went faster as his moans met with mine. His cock was long and hard, stretching me, trying to go deeper, and tantalizing my walls that were seething with ecstasy.
His right hand freed itself from my weight as it wriggled under my tank top, fondling my breast crudely, squeezing and rubbing my sore nipple, plucking at it until my moans intensified. I felt his cock welling up inside as he cradled me tighter, going faster, the sound of his hips against my thighs quickened and the flow rapid. He let out a loud groan as he pulled his penis out, his right hand masturbating it furiously as he came, his hot semen strewn across my belly, sweet orgasmic bliss written across his face.
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The scene faded off into the darkness. I heaved, tears wetting the pillow as I tried to sleep, my heart twitching in agony, with hunger pangs terrorizing my sex, which was still aching with the remembrance of... its first encounter.
Lesson 5: They say what happens in a club should stay in a club.
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