Believer

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The heart I bear was what most people would call vacant. I don’t care about anyone, and nor did I feel the need to. Friends were a hassle, family was a hassle, and every unnecessary being was a hassle. Why concern myself with others for the exception of one reason; that reason is sex.

Everyone wants sex. No matter if you hide under a “good girl look” or you think “sex is a sin”, everybody wants it. Everybody needs it. Just not everybody, like me, is here to admit it.

I scanned the club for someone desirable; I mean it was Halloween so all judgment was a little altered, but that could have its ups and downs. People were scatted, being quite close and the dim lighting made everyone feel even closer. It was almost getting closterfobic. I ignored the fact though because by the end of the night I knew it would be worth it.

No one was standing out in the near vicinity so I turned back to the bar. The tender handed me a cocktail and I picked it up. I was actually hoping it would have been a shot, but once again I was feminized. I knew I should be wondering where, or in particular, who bought me this lacking drink, but I wasn’t. I was always taught that if you question everything in life you lose the rush of enjoyment. Tonight I was not going to lose the rush.

I let the final drop of liquid glide down my throat and set the empty glass on the counter. Almost immediately after, I was greeted with an identical drink. Now I would start to wonder who my admirer was, but not in depth. I took the glass and once again drank it up, casually eyeing up my options. Still no one stood out.

I could just pick out a masked character and hope to God they weren’t ugly, but I prefer seeing the person I choose to rock the bed with. It makes it much more relaxing.

You may be thinking I’m a slut, and I don’t blame you. Labels don’t bother me at all. I’m just am a person who likes to have sex. I guess that is the definition of slut, so I am one. But unless you haven’t had sex you shouldn’t be judging me. We all know how much it is a craving. To be close to someone in the most clarifying state; to feel their skin sweaty and hot, all of them wanting all of you. It is the most addictive craze on this earth.

Again a cocktail was presented on the counter in front of me. I took the drink and felt that this one was a little stronger. This man was getting better.

I slugged it down in one swish, hopping he would get the hint.

He must have, because in that moment a small, clear shot glass, filled with an amber liquid took its rightful place on the bar.

Now I needed to know who this person was because whether he was ugly or hot, he definitely has a good system.  I knew there wasn’t a chance in hell that he was easily going to present himself to me so something drastic has to be done. And I knew exactly what to do.

I pulled myself up onto the stood, steadying myself to where I was standing up. I then moved so my heeled feet were met with the bars counter.

I could feel the group of men below me gathering close. This was no doubt in relation to the small dress I was wearing. It barely came down far enough to cover my bum so I was assuming some of them were waiting for the show to start. I scanned over them looking for the alcohol admirer. I had no idea who he was, but for some reason I knew I’d know. He wasn’t anywhere near. I kept looking around the club. Eventually my eyes fell to a man who leaned his body against the bar. He was wearing a suit and his full black hair was slicked back. A group of girls surrounded him but I could tell he wasn’t interested by the way he plainly smiled and was being far too friendly.

A moment later I felt his eyes look up. I could feel his intense stare scan me from the bottom up. It almost made me feel slightly self-confident, and I was not used to that. I’m the most confident person ever so the fact he was able to edge me off wasn’t happening. I began strutting towards him, making sure to get every guy in the bar to stare at me. I eventually got to the end and squatted down, my together legs being the only thing making me not flash him.

“I see you got the hint.” I whispered, being almost the only person in the bar talking.

Once again his deep colored eyes envied my figure.

“I see you got mine too.”

He held out his hand and slowly helped me off the counter top.

“Ready?” he asked, his hands falling to my hips.

“For anything.”