Little White Lies || Cricky [C]

4 | Hell Dust

I ended up taking next two days off. My body took a hell of a beating the last few days. I needed to rest for a little while.

At this point, I decided to go looking for a few quickies at some of the clubs. I just needed some quick money.

I made my way down the road, trying to decide which club to go to. The one on 5th sucks. There's never anyone fun there. The one on Main won't let me in after the last time. The club on 17th is too far of a walk, but it's the only gay bar on this side of the Scranton. That only one that I'm left with is the one I promised not to go to. It's the closest one too.

Oh well. I've never been good at keeping promises.

And fuck that owner guy. He's a piece of shit. He fucking attacked me. If I wanna go to his stupid fucking club, then I will.

I headed to the club and slipped inside. I looked around, seeing if I could spot the man from a few days ago. If he was here, I'd have to avoid him at all costs.

I couldn't see him anywhere, but it was kinda dark. I'd just have to be careful.

I went over to the bar and ordered a shot of tequila. I tossed the money down and threw the shot back. I looked around the club, trying to find someone to get with. I can pretend I'm a girl and I could probably find a few straight boys to blow. That'll get me some money. But I don't see any really gay looking guys around. Unless they're dancing. I could probably find them dancing.

I moved through the crowds of people and onto the dance floor. There were people all around me, either dancing with someone or by themselves. I glanced around, my eyes settling on a man to my left. He was fairly masculine looking, but the tight clothes he was wearing said otherwise.

I approached him, slipping in front of him. Without saying a word, I backed up against him, pushing my ass back against him. He grabbed my hips, pulling me even closer. At least he didn't push me away.

He danced with me, grinding against my ass, running his hands over my body. I put my head back on his shoulder as we moved to the beat of the music.

We did that for a while longer before he pulled me to the side, away from the crowd.

"Can I buy you a drink?" He asked. Ooh he's British.

"Of course."

He told me to wait where I was. I watched him make his way to the bar and order. I sat at the table near me, looking around while I waited for him.

He came back a few minutes later with two beers and handed one to me. "Thank you...."

"Jeremy." He said. "And you are?"

I smiled. "Ricky."

"Well Ricky, how much would it cost me to take you home tonight?"

Before I could answer him, someone grabbed my arm. "What the fuck?"

I turned around, instantly rolling my eyes. It was the guy from the other night.

"You don't fucking listen, do you?" He growled.

He glared at Jeremy and told him to leave. I groaned. I need that money.

He dragged me towards the back of the club and up a flight up stairs. I tried to pull my arm away but I couldn't get him off.

"Let me fucking go!" I yelled.

"Shut up."

I pulled harder. "Fuck you! Let go of me!"

He didn't say anything.

"Stop! Rape!" I screamed, hoping someone would hear me.

He shoved me against the wall, covering my mouth. "If you make one more fucking sound, I'll kill you."