The Adventures of Number Five

Chapter 2

The vibrations from the club echoed on the ground as I was waved through at the door.

It's a rule for all clubs.

Let in about five or six hot girls and then ten to twelve rich guys. It's how clubs take in so much money. The particular club I was in tonight had been nicknamed the musical orgy due to the raunchy dancing that was partaken in, in this club.

I was here on a mission. Objective: forget about Bella Swan. Assignment: Fuck her out of my system.

Sounded easy enough. It wasn't.

After wandering through the club I decided that this would become easier if I was shit faced so I may my way over to the bar.

"What can I get you?" a pimply looking bartender called out over the loud music, is he old enough to serve beer?

"A beer." I said and within a moment it was in my hand.

At least pimply kid wasn't slow.

That was a plus. It was still early so there were few people at the bar. I decided to get comfortable in my stool this could be a long night.

I had to hand it to Pimply Kid, whether he was being paid on commission or something I don't know but there was a drink in my hand constantly for the entire night. I wasn't complaining.

I'm pretty sure I'm drunk at this stage because the dancers are beginning to look slightly wobbly.

Wobbly is a fun word to think while drunk. Ooohh I want to be drunk. More beer.

I was so shit faced at this stage I didn't see the woman sit down next to me.

"You look really familiar." The woman said, her brown hair reminded me of B... no can't think of B... her.

"I do, do I?" I asked, well slurred but the entire thing was coherent. I hoped.

"Yeah, but what do I know! I'm drunk!" she stated.

"Me too!" I said "Want more booze?"

"More booze!" she said clapping, she'd do.

"And after more booze how about less clothes..." I said as I leaned closer to her.

"Definitely..." she said leaning forward and crashing her lips to mine. We made out like two teenagers for a few minute before I pulled.

"How about we skip the booze and go straight for fewer clothes." I said before kissing along her neck.

"Whatever you say Mister." She said hopping up from her stool and grabbing my hand. She pulled me out of the club and we waited for a cab. Our hands roamed each other's bodies as we did, she was so soft, what I imagined B... no stop thinking about her have sex with the drunk brunette you are no longer allowed think about Her.

Once we got into the cab I pulled the girl onto my lap and kissed her neck, she managed to tell the driver her address in between moans. I caught him looking back in the mirror a couple of times and I glared. Pervert.

Says the man currently trying to fuck inappropriate thoughts about his maid out of his head.

Shut up conscience we're getting laid tonight.

Carry on.

I loved when conscience agreed with me.

We pulled up outside a really shabby looking apartment block, but what did I care casual sex was casual sex right?

I threw a fifty at the cabby and told him to keep the change before we stumbled up the stairs to her apartment.

Once inside we fumbled with each other's clothes until they were off and on the floor. She lead me in the direction of her room where I laid her down on the bed.