A Taste of Sweet Ecstasy

Chapter 3: To all ma kitty's out there

©sprinklemycupcake

Chapter 3: To the all ma kitty’s out there – we need to stick together my homies!

Well shit, this wasn’t supposed to happen. We were supposed to exit the house without those knob heads knowing but no the floor just had to creak and potentially ruin our night. Ugh, fùck you ground. As I turned around I was faced with two angry gorilla looking brothers and very amused Archie. The silence in the air was so thick I bet not even the sharpest knife could slice the fùcker. So me being me, I decided I would break it first.

I cleared my throat and all eyes snapped to me. “Well, uh, hey guys. We’re just going to go. Sorry to interrupt your game.” I rushed out the last bit quickly. I grabbed Belles hand bolted for the door ignoring our brother’s calls. We sprinted to the car and jumped in. Belle started up the car and exited the drive way, I wound down the window to the passenger side and stuck my tongue out to the boys as we made our way down to the club.

An hour and half and bottle of vodka later, I think it was safe to say that my best friend and I were absolutely hammered. But did we care? Hell no. In fact instead of caring we did the exact opposite and embraced it by grinding against each other on the dance floor creating a crowd. It probably wasn’t the best idea considering there were A LOT of hungry eyes eyeing us with nothing but lust in their eyes. Just that should’ve made us shit bricks but I’m pretty sure that the half a bottle of vodka we downed in less than an hour killed majority of our brain cells, so we were clearly not thinking straight. But it’s Friday and we’ve had a long week of doing shit all at school so I think we deserve a night of fun and regrets. Well I'll definitely be regretting this tomorrow morning.

I jumped out of my thoughts when I felt a pair of hands rest on my hips and someone’s crotch against my backside. I leant back into the person’s chest and swayed my hips to Kelly Rowlands ‘Motivation’ blasting through the speakers so loud that I could feel the vibration pulse through my body.

After a few songs the guy who I have yet to put a face to was still dancing with me and from the obvious bulge pressing against my ass, I’m pretty sure he thought he was getting lucky tonight. Well sorry to disappoint buddy but the only lucky you are getting tonight is your left hand. Don’t get me wrong he was a good dancer and all but I had to keep slapping his wondering hands because his intentions were to obviously take me right here on the floor - no one likes needy men. Deciding that it was time to end this guy’s fun I removed his hands from my waist and searched for Belle in the crowd expecting her to also be dancing but I couldn’t find her anywhere. I started to walk off only to be crashed back into Mr Wondering hands chest.

“Where do you think you’re going sweetheart?” Mr Wondering hands said in a deep teasing tone. Ugh seriously dude! I need to find my friend I’m sure your dìck will survive a night of no loving. Not that it gets that much anyways. I snorted quietly at my thoughts.

“Obviously away from you.” I said in a dismissive tone, my attention focused mainly on finding where my best friend was.

He glared at me, grabbed my hand and pressed it against his crotch. “You have some unfinished business darlin’ you can’t leave me now. Why don’t you be a good little girl and put that mouth to good use?” Ew. What a fùcking creep. I glared back at him and kneed him in the balls. He let go of my hand and cradled his precious jewels.

I smirked at a job well done. “Does that satisfy your needs assholè?”

“You bìtch!” He hissed at me. I stuck my tongue out. “Maybe next time you’ll think before demanding that I give you a blowie!” I said smugly.