Beads Of Demand

Thick Air

Ava POV

The further I got downstairs the more thick the air was. I tried hard to figure the scent and couldn't... it wasn't sweat which is the first many expect from a club. I couldn't let go.. what was the smell?

Too many things were happening at the same time. I couldn't register what I was hearing , I stopped halfway down and so did the woman in front of me. She had a devilish smirk, "If you run like a little school girl, I'll understand."

I narrowed my eyes at her. I continued walking and as I got to the bottom step without even analyzing my surrounding it finally clicked. Over the loud provocative music , there were moans and the smell of sex was overwhelming.

"Stay close," she smiled and I stuck close to her. This was out of my control, not my realm, not my comfort zone at all. However, I wouldn't let her notice how uncomfortable I was. We walked through a crowd and there was a woman jerking off some guy who was in a hand stand. She was wearing skinny jeans and tall black heels with a black fitted t-shirt, hoops hung from her ears and she had shoulder length curls.

The guy looked tortured as he tried to keep up with the handstand as blood rushed to his head. He was trembling and his legs were haywire.

In the middle of another crowd a man was sitting at a table while a girl played with herself in front of him, screaming "Master". He couldn't help but grin.

In another group a man was straight pounding the insides of a female doggy style while pulling on her leash. "You better not cum," he warned and she moaned in frustration. How could she not? I wanted to.

"What is this?" I asked. "Feu Bleu!" the lady said as if that was common sense. "Upstairs was Feu Bleu... this is... is.. uh," I stammered as she stared at me with those intense eyes. I suddenly just stopped trying to form any sentence when a girl tapped her shoulder behind her.

She seemed maybe 19 and had breast tape, a thong and a collar on. She had her head down and I couldn't understand what she was mumbling. "Come with me," this woman said angrily.. not anger towards me ... but to the naked girl. I followed, curiosity killing me.

We went through some hallways into a door. There were things I couldn't even name. A man sat in the middle. "What is it now Maxwell?" the woman asked annoyed.

He snapped and the naked girl dropped to her knees. My eyes widened. What the fuck? I glanced at the woman but her face held no expression. "She's having a problem," he said.

"Why is it my problem?" she asked with bitter annoyance.

"When our contract ends and I return her ... I think you'd like her in good condition... I'll give you a week," he threatened and stood then left. "Stand up. Put some clothes on," she said and the girl went to a closet.

"What was-"

She shook her head with a heavy sigh. "I don't even know why I brought you down here. Go home," she said and gave me an intense glare. Again my voice was caught. No. I'm not letting her have this much power of me.

"I'm not that bitch in the closet. Get that straight! Two, I'm Ava Greene! Don't get it fucked up! Three, you're a complete freak. How could you run a business like this!" I snapped.

"When you come back, you'll regret all of what you just said but for now. Go home," she said and I gave her the finger.

I moved through the freaks , up the steps and through Feu Bleu to see Jennifer getting tongued down by Lucas.

"Are you ready to go?" I asked. Lucas gave her a glare and she shook her head with a smile. "No... I'm fine. I'll stay, see you tomorrow! You okay?"

I nodded and left the club and when I got to my car I got tapped on my shoulder. That jock stood there as I turned around with a huge smile on his face. I shook my head and he nodded and walked off disappointed.

When I got to my apartment building Zay stood there.

Oh today is just shit !

I parked my car and got out and she was pissed. "Feu Bleu!! Are you serious?" she yelled. I blinked at her. Is she serious? I walked out on her. We're done. "Get out of my face Zay," I said and walked off but she followed me.

All the way inside the building and into my apartment where she laid on my couch and I went in my bedroom.

I slept peacefully until that woman showed up in my dreams.

It was her intense stare that was getting to me. She was now directly in front of me and I couldn't bring myself to look into her eyes anymore. I was burning up. Nervous, Anxious. Bitched Out.

"Hey ..."

I woke up to the soft voice of Zay. I looked up and she was smiling. "What?" I spat. "Were you dreaming about me?" she asked.

"Why would you think that?" she asked.

"You were moaning," she said raising an eyebrow at me. My eyes widened in shock and my face went red with embarrassment.

She walked out leaving me to my humiliation with a smile on her face.

I was horny. I was throbbing and wet and my nipples hard. What the fuck? I didn't even have a wet dream. I took a cold shower but it didn't help much. I was still horny and quickly used a vibrator to release.

It helped for a couple hours and then I was horny again.

This continued for days on end. The stupid dream of her and then my insane need to be touched. I was walking to my car when Zay cut me off in her white Nissan Altima 2012. I rolled my eyes. I hated that thing. "Get in," she said and I rolled my eyes. "My car is right there, why would I get in yours," I responded and she pleaded for me to get in the car.

As soon as I got in the car she pulled off and drove to the beach. "What do you want?" I asked irritated. Her windows are soooo tinted.

"You. You've been acting so different. We break up, and get together and now your just ... so distant with me," she said. I crashed my lips into hers and she immediately took control.

"Zay..." she opened her eyes, "yes baby" she panted. "Fuck me," I said and she pulled my waist onto hers and put her seat back.

She kissed me roughly, stimulating all my sweet spots and pulling my hair and nibbling on my nipple through my shirt. She worked on flipping my sundress up and then she undid her belt buckle.

"Always strapped" I breathed out and she smiled at me before putting the tip in. She pulled me down on it and I moaned out loudly. She pumped groaning and moaning and I never understood how she felt pleasure. It's a mental thing she sums it up as.

I sucked on her neck, just how she loved and her eyes rolled back. I smirked.. I had control. Control. Control. Those eyes...

I shook it off but I couldn't cum. I wanted to cum but I couldn't . Sex is what I wanted but not this. Maybe not from her. Zay had already came and was exhausted , but was so willing to win me over. I slid off of her and she bowed her head in embarrassment.

"It's not you Zay.. I just can't do this anymore," I said and she nodded and drove me to my car. The smell of the sex in the car brought my mind back to Feu Bleu. It's been a month.

I can't go back there. I'm so fucked up now. God knows how fucked up I'll be if I go a second time. I got in my car and began to drive home.

When I got there Jennifer was sitting there with ... that woman.