The Lucky One

Chapter Fourteen

Poets were wrong for warning people about the danger of kissing - how it knows no bounds; kissing never halts, not even in heaven. But is kissing the only one? Sweaty bodies swaying to the beat of the bass and the drum - the glory of dancing was a dangerous game too. Dancing was a devil incarnate, leaving you teased, aroused, wanting and craving. It was never about the movements of the tongues. It's the swaying of the hips - it was the pulling, feeling each other's heat and skin, feeling the sweat through the garments, snaking one hand on the waist and one hand on the breast, and feeling each other's skin. And the ever wise Dr. Bullock was a victim of it. Drunk in the spirits of alcohol, she abandoned her bar stool, trudged towards the dance floor and danced amongst men to which she ended up with two, trying to catch a sniff of her neck from left to right.

She wasn't that sober to know it was wrong. It was wrong to dance with two men, who, by the way, was touching her in places only she had ever really and truly touched before. But the warmth of their hands and the want to forget was banging through the roof of her head, yelling at her to not let them stop and she didn't. She let those men explored the histories of her skin, let them kissed that soft spot of her neck that only Cate had kissed, let them sniffed her and played with her as she let her demon danced underneath the neon lights.  She couldn't remember how many glasses of vodka she had finished, but she did remember how she walked up on the dance floor and how she pulled these men by their shirts urging them to drown her. And she was enjoying it. She was enjoying every minute of it - she loved how she got the utmost attention of the two, loved how she had those men on chokehold and so she danced, even reciprocated by touching them in places that she shouldn't touch.

"Let's get out of here. I know a place." One of them shouted, trying to make himself heard amidst the thundering music.

Sandra swayed her hips ferociously as she turned towards the man who just spoke, her butt too pressed on the other man's crotch, "Oh, brave boy. Want to have a good time?" She asked, closing her eyes as she felt the lips of the other man from behind kissing her nape.

"Come on. I wanna get out of this place too." The other man chimed, his hands slowly moving forward from her hips up to her breasts, "Let's go out and have some good time."

"But aren't we having such a good time, hm?" She countered, pressing her butt towards the crotch of the man from behind while pulling the other man towards her through the collar of his shirt.

She was drunk, but despite the heat pooling underneath her bones, dicks were never a taste of her tongue. She was in for the fun, the excitement and the teasing, that's all she was there for dancing with those two, so bedding  them was a complete x on the list. Yet, she pretended she would. It was what would take for those two to dance with her some more and her, spending much longer time on the dance floor would make her forget about Cate.

"And if we were to go out, what would you do to me then?" Her flirty tone escaped out of her lips as she continued to dance.

"I would shove my dick into that wet cunt of yours."

"I would put my dick into your nasty mout--"

"And I would punch you both if you won't let go of her." Dressed in leather pants and leather jacket with some tank top underneath, Sandra couldn't tell who she really was as the lights were too blinding and her head was pounding too, "You both don't want me to punch you, believe me."

Sandra stopped dancing as she squinted her eyes hoping to get a clear view of the person who interrupted them, "Excuse me? Do I kno--"

"Hey. Our girl doesn't ---".

"She does." She cut him off as she looked at Sandra and when she did, it was when the brunette realized who it was, Cate motherfucking Blanchett.

The world seemed to stop spinning as the brunette realized what was happening. Cate was there in flesh.  That was something she did not quite expect as she looked at her through her drunken eyes, with the music slowly fading down her ears. Is this real? The world seemed to be muted as the brunette paused, her ears only hearing the wild thumping of her heart. No, no, no, this isn't real. Sandra squinted her eyes as she looked at the blonde woman in front again and when she did, it was when she realized that the woman in front was Cate. She could visibly see that the blonde was mad. Too mad that she stood there obviously wanting to throw punches.

"Let's go." The blonde spoke coldly, yet the authority and command never did falter on her words.

If she wasn't drunk, Sandra would have picked up her own ass and follow her command. She knew better than to argue, but because of the alcohol dancing on the tips of the brunette's fingertips, following her ex-girlfriend was not something she would do that night. Instead of obeying, she shook her head mockingly as she gave her a smile.

"Go where?" Sandra countered before she flipped her hair on the other side of her face as she pulled the other guy towards her, "Hmm?"

Cate remained standing on her place, "Don't make me use my hands, Annette." She spoke calmly but the brunette knew that deep down, a raging storm was already boiling.

"Use your hands for what?" The guy from behind the brunette cut off as he ran his hands on her chest, "Hands to finger our gir--"

"Shit!"

"Oh."

"Oh my god!"

"Cate, stop it!"

"Don't you fucking dare say it again, asshole!" The blonde shouted, the man already on the ground, with a bleeding nose and a cut on his chin, "You're a maniac! A fucking --"

It seemed like all the alcohol in the bruntte's body diminished as she hugged the blonde from behind, obviously stopping her from throwing another punch, "Cate please...stop. It's fine. It's alright. It's fin --" She wasn't able to finish what she was about to say when the blonde backed away from her hug, and turned to glare at her.

"Go home and bathe yourself." Cate spoke as she walked towards Sandra, "You smell like disappointment and trouble." She added before she walked away, leaving the brunette dumbfounded in the middle of the club with almost a  hundred people looking at her.

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