The Dumb and The Clueless

Chapter 62: You're Not The Boss Of Me. Until Now.

I put on my black tight dress that barely covers anything further than my butt, slip on 5 inch red heels, and went downstairs. Harry can eat his cold-ass dinner by himself. I drive to the bar, and instantly feel confident. I wasn't going to let him ruin my night. I walk straight for the bar, and I get my butt slapped by a few guys that I winked back at. After 10 drinks, I felt tipsy. I feel a vibration, and realize it was my phone. I answer and I notice how drunk my voice sounded: "Hellooo" I said in a slurred voice. "Katie, WHERE THE HELL ARE YOU!" I hear Harry yell into the phone. "I'm at the club" I respond, before hanging up, and putting the phone back in my bra. I decided to get a bit more fun and headed over to the dance floor. I saw a bunch of grinding couples, and noticing I was alone, I found this one really hot guy.... I started to grind against him and got a nice "Oh baby" whispered into my ear. I leaned forward so that I'd grind harder, and heard him moaning. "Harry's so gonna regret being late and the mis-send text I got." I thought to myself. The mis-sent text was: "Hey babe, finished rehersals. I'll meet you at your place now ;) .xx"  and that's what got me pissed. But I'm not going to let some curly-haired-pretty-boy ruin my night. All of a sudden, I feel a hand grab my wrist and yank me out of the club. When I look up, I see a blur but after a few blinks, I realize it was Harry. "Get in the damn car. Now." He said, his tone angry. I roll my eyes and sit in the back. I look around in the car, and the whole ride was silent. No talking, no noises, no laughing, nothing. When we finally get home, I head for the stairs when I'm interrupted by Harry. "Where the hell do you think you're going?" "Upstairs, idiot" I slurred, as I turned around to go upstairs. "You know I have to get back at you for this." he warns. "Oh yeah?" he walks closer to me, and looks me in the eyes, expression angry. "I'm gonna fuck the living shit out of you" I let out a drunk laugh, and he picks me up and puts me over his shoulder before stomping into the bedroom, shutting the door and throwing me onto the bed. "You're going to be punished for all of that shit you did tonight" he mutters as he undresses himself. (Im crazy since I'm way past drunk) I stare at him blankly, watching him undress as he grabs a belt from the dresser. Suddenly, I see his dick pop out, literally almost hitting his stomach. I started to feel a bit moist, and try to take off my underwear, but he swats my hand away. "You better not fucking do anything until I tell you to" he warns.