TOXIC (Elizabeth Olsen x G!P OC)

62. Mine

Two months later

I watched the woman dance in front of me, a cup of Don in my hand, and I took leisurely sips, as the music came from the DJ booth and my eyes looked between the women the lack of clothing doing everything for my imagination, it was my birthday I was 28 now and the guys took me to the strip club.

I was pretty tired though, yesterday was Chris' birthday and I went to his place for the party he had and I didn't leave his party until like five in the morning, and he was at mine now, but he looked much more energized than I was.

Earlier today though, I had spent some time with Royalty and Lexi, they had got me a cake and sang happy birthday to me, well Royalty did to the best of her ability but she still wasn't speaking that much, I still appreciated it so much.

Speaking of Royalty she was walking now, like full-on fucking walking, granted she was still stumbling here and there, but I was so proud of my baby.

Chris nudged me with his shoulder and I looked at him, and he was giving me the blunt, and I put it between my lips, inhaling the smoke feeling it fill my lungs and I took it from my lips, and blew the smoke out, slumping even further in my seat.

I took another hit before I gave it to Jared I was on a new level of high right now, I had already pre-gamed before coming to the club, then we had the weed, and I wasn't even completely over Chris' party last night.

I closed my eyes for a second, before opening them, drowning out the conversation Jared, Chris and the yes men were having and a girl walked up to me and I blinked slowly, my eyes raking her up and down, I assumed she was a worker with the outfit she had on.

She held her hand out to me, and I blinked a few more times, and Chris and Jared both urged me to take her hand, leaving me to think this was some shit they set up, but I was past the point of caring if they had or not and I took her hand.

Allowing her to pull me up, and I stood above her and she gave me a look, before pulling me out of the booth and I followed behind her, my eyes scanning the room though with how fast I was looking everything was just a blur.

She took me to the back and took me to a 'room' and sat me in the chair and I put my arms on the armrests of the couch, and she pulled the curtain closed and I bit my lip, and she stalked over to me and I looked up at her with her now towering over me, and she put her hand under my chin, moving it down to my neck and she squeezed it causing me to take a deep breath, and I felt my dick twitch in my pants.

She took her hand off my neck, and leaned in and whispered in my ear, sensually, and put my hands on her ass, and my mouth hung open and she turned around, shaking her ass and I adjusted the way I was sitting in the seat.

"I want these off," I told her, my finger pulling back the strap of her g-string, and she gasped but she did as I said and I let out a shuddering breath, just staring at what was exposed for me.

I was far too inebriated to care/think about anything else, other than what was happening in this moment now, I pulled my wallet out and got the condom I had in there, and held the wrapper between my teeth, my hands fumbling with my belt, my blurry vision making it a difficult task but I got it off.

I ripped the condom open and put it on my dick that stood at attention, ready for the next hour or two, and I grabbed the woman by her shoulders, bending her over the chair I was sitting in, holding her ass in the air.

"Are you okay?" I asked, even being intoxicated I didn't want to fuck someone who ain't wanna be fucked.

"Yes." She breathed out, and I held the base of my dick running the tip over her wet folds, asking her if she wanted this. "Yes, yes I want it." I lifted my shirt and tucked it under my chin, and I pushed myself into her, and she moaned out, and I bit my lip, my head rolling back and I reached forward to put my hand on the wall behind the chair.