𝕋𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖

in the arms of a stranger

𝓛𝓮𝓲𝓵𝓪

I gulp down the contents from my shot glass in one sip and slam it back down on the counter before doing the same with another. Music blares throughout the strip club as I try to drown out my thoughts.

The only reason I'm here tonight is because I've been recently consumed with loneliness.

The one dreaded feeling that causes most humans to do irrational things. Like paying people to sleep with them for one night, or shoving bills in a woman's g string just so they can watch her dance. So their numb souls can feel something, anything but misery.

I too need someone to screw me back to my senses. To wash away the tainted thoughts I have in my head of me and James Anderson.

A group of handsome looking men sit at a table nearby where they seem to be entertained by a topless woman. She moves her curvy body to the music while touching herself in a way that makes even me tilt my head a bit. One of the guys in particular has been eyeing me ever since I walked in.

I've been waiting for him to walk over and approach me, but after this shot, I might just go over there and introduce myself. The neon red lights surround the sea of people dancing and grinding up on each other's sweaty bodies.

Once I finish my last shot, and my nerves are finally at ease I stand up but stumble back a bit when the blood rushes to my head from the harsh liquor. Two firm hands grab me by my waist before I can even hit the floor. I gasp when I realize it's the same man from across the room. He's a dark tall caramel beauty with kind eyes that could make any woman swoon.

Perfect.

I grab onto his broad shoulders and stand upright fixing my dress a bit.

"Careful beautiful." He smiles and I bite my lip.

"Thanks."

"Can I buy you a drink?" He asks.

"I think I've had enough." I say and he nods, thinking that I'm not interested. I wrap my arms around his neck and stand on my tippy toes to bring my lips close enough to his ear. "But I sure wouldn't mind if you took me back to your place instead."

He licks his lips and nods placing his hand on the small of my back before quickly leading me outside where he orders a taxi. Once we get in I can't keep my hands to myself, and we make out the whole car ride. His tongue glides against mine making me moan loud enough for the driver to notice. A couple of minutes later we stop outside of a lavish looking loft and he leads me inside.

We don't waste any time on small talk and I rip off his shirt before throwing it to the floor. He unzips my dress and it slips off easily showcasing my naked body to his eager eyes. He lifts me up and sits me on his kitchen counter before kissing down my neck and chest. Is it wrong that I'm panting and imagining my professor in his position?

He unzips his pants and puts on a condom before teasing my slick entrance. I'm a heaving mess and once he thrusts into me with no warning I gasp loudly at his size. "Fuck!"
He grunts before pulling out a bit and slamming it in twice as harder. "Ohhh...god"

He picks up the pace and lifts me off the table before fucking me against the fridge and sink, and soon enough he's thrusted into me at every possible angle while I scream and beg for him to never stop. Sweat lingers on my skin and I feel all types of endorphins releasing from my body. When I finally hit my anticipated climax I'm shaking with intensity as he holds me against his chest.

He repeatedly tells me that I'm beautiful and gorgeous and so good. But it doesn't seem to mean anything coming out of his mouth.

I'm too tired to drive home so he offers me his bed and I gladly take it. Closing my eyes while in the arms of a stranger.