Submissive cravings

Chapter 16

~VIC’S POV~

“C’mon, queues are for losers with no contacts.” Jaime uttered enthusiastically while dragging me alongside the long line of people waiting to get inside the club.

“Oh, but I have no contacts.” I blurted out sincerely.

“You are so innocent sometimes.” Jaime remarked, stopping on his tracks to hug me softly and rest his head on my shoulder. “You know me, I know the right people, we get in for free.” Mr. Sassy. added in a low voice, gently kissing the area down my earlobe as he did so.

“Now, would you follow me Vic?” Jaime asked leaving my shoulder and instead looking right at my eyes as he licked his lips. God, he was actually too good for me. The perfect distraction. He was able to make me forget about everything when acting like this. Just like alcohol.

"I wonder what will happen when I mix them together later." I thought with a smirk on my face.

“Hey Matt!” Jaime shouted as we approached a well-built blonde man. He was probably in his thirties, yet it was hard to guess because of the suit he was wearing. Yeah, suit. I had never seen a club’s security guard in a suit, but then again I hadn’t exactly gone out dancing enough times to know if it was rather common or not. Actually, I had only gone dancing three times before this so I guess I was really a newbie.

“Look who decided to show up!” Matt cheered winking at Jaime and immediately moving from the entrance.

“Back to converting straighties, huh?” He added fixing his eyes on me.

“Not really. He is my date, so don’t even think about it.” Jaime snapped pulling me closer to him.

“What a shame, you know I love shy ones. You look cute together though. Now, go get inside before my boss shows up. Get wasted, have fun!” Matt exclaimed, urging us to enter the club. Jaime thanked him afterwards, blatantly ignoring the nasty looks –and comments- from those waiting in the queue, and guided me inside.

Big. I couldn’t think of anything else when I first looked around the building. It was an enormous place full of stairs, floors, bars and people. The dance floor was made of glass, the walls were actually mirrors and there possibly were every type of light effects you can think of. As for music, it was loud but not to the point it turned deafening. What is more, the speakers it came out of were full of glitter that slowly rained down as they vibrated. It all seemed so magical. Gays certainly knew how to decorate a place; this was way beyond any dance club I had been to.

After making a ‘quick stop’ at one of the many bars and drinking some shots of vodka, Jaime decided it was time to push me to the center of the really crowed ‘green’ dance floor. I was so nervous about this. I just knew I would suck at dancing. Well ‘dancing’ is a nice way to put it. Nowadays, people just rubbed themselves against others in certain different ways. I shouldn’t be worrying, though, because this is probably my last date with Jaime...might as well enjoy it, right?

Eventually, Jaime stopped where he found a little space for us to move and gazed at me expectantly, as if I was supposed to do something.

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“You look so lost honey. Have you ever been to a gay club before?” Jaime questioned with a curious look on his face.

“Yeah, I’ve been to Aló once but I was in a corner making out all night so I guess I didn’t get the real experience. However, the thing is, I’m not good at dancing.” I raised my voice so he could hear me over the loud beats.

“Mmmm I disagree. You just hadn’t found the right partner.” Mr. Sassy. affirmed in a sultry voice before circling me so as to wrap his hands around my waist and pushed me against him.

Nothing was said for the next hour.

Hands. That I remember. Jaime’s touching my hips, scratching my chest, caressing my back. Then, his lips… they just wouldn’t stop kissing and biting my skin, especially since the club’s ‘No-shirt hour’ had officially started. Taking the chance, I left some hickeys on his pale skin too but it was nowhere comparable to my purplish shoulders and neck. Lastly, alcohol. We had taken way too many ‘breaks’ to go to the bar and drink whatever had vodka or tequila in it.

And continued to.

I was drinking either my sixth or seventh shot of tequila since I got here as I thought about Jaime and me.

I looked at us. We were sweaty, shirtless, horny and drunk. Jaime was so hot under the neon light… I mean, he always looked attractive but in here it was a different story… the atmosphere kind of had some special effect on him… something made his body exude sex appeal: his movements, even the simplest ones, seemed somehow erotic. And I wasn’t the only one noticing that, people turned their heads to watch him and stared in a trance. Not that I could exactly judge them, I was captivated too. However, I wasn’t wasted enough to not see the hour on the wall clock. I had to make a decision.

The decision I had been putting off for too long.

Jaime put his drink down and grabbed my hand hard so as to drag me to the ‘red’ floor. I stayed put.

“Vic! Get up, you are not even that wasted.” He said rolling his eyes, feigning annoyance. That was a thing I had learnt about slightly-drunk Jaime, he overacted every gesture to the core.

“Jaime, this is it.” I replied letting go of his hand. I had chosen my words carefully so as not to stammer or break down. I was making the right decision here. All in all being with him was a short but hella intense experience. I got to open up with him like I had never done with anyone before and sex was superb. Actually, everything with Jaime was perfect, even this dancing stuff that I thought I would hate turned out to be great fun.

But that was in the past.

I had to move on and prioritize my sanity and well-being over my ‘non-conventional’ likings.

Jaime was every -sub- gay guys fantasy. I was more than certain he would be able to find someone more deserving of him...someone sure about his damn sexuality...someone better, prettier...

As for me, I was going to try being straight again. Third time’s the charm, right?

Maybe I would find a bossy libidinous girl

with porcelain skin,

raven hair,

black eyes,

and tattoos on her arms.