My Fav. Bitch

Chapter Five: Hot Pervert!

Oh, you!
All that I want
No good
At giving you up
Come on
And give me some love tonight!

Time should have taught me a lesson
Went looking for a sign
But instead I got a message
I take off my pride
Anytime we undressing
Draw the line
I'm by the line
Yeah!

Time should have taught me a lesson
Went looking for a sign
But instead I got a message
I take off my pride
Anytime we undressing
Draw the line
I'm by the line
Yeah!

The music quickly changed from The Chainsmoker's mix to David Guetta's mix as quickly as it had came.

Hoots and squeals rang through the club. Couples whined and grinded on each other. Neon lights flashing all around, making the already drunk people as dizzy as possible.

"Say my name, say my name, say my name, let me hear you" Ella slurred, rocking on her stool. "And you seriously need to get laid, K."

While Vazquez, as I like to call Daniel, was off somewhere in the middle of the dance floor, probably, grinding/dancing with a girl. I was stuck here with Ella who doesn't waste time in informing the world of how much needs to get laid.

Meanwhile, I was trying to flirt with the shirtless bartender. Keyword: trying. And I know I was failing miserably at it.

The poor tan muscular guy with a boyish face was saved from my hopeless flirting when a petite brunette traded places with him.

Soon enough, a guy came to drag Ella to the dance floor. I became bored and decided to go dance as an excuse to find Ella or Vazquez.

Daddy's Yankee's Con Calma played and the club went wild. Already having a few shots to drink, I was feeling wild enough to grind on a random guy on the dance floor. Not!

The guy made the first move by coming in front of me to hold my waist. I danced for a few minutes and I moved away from him. In the process of turning around, I was pulled into a hard wall, a muscular one at that.

The stranger started rocking us side to side. I leant into him, rocking with him. He had his nose buried in my neck, his hands trailing my curves. His warm breath and nearness assaulted my senses. I couldn't keep a sigh content off of my lips. He took in a sharp breath and pressed his lips to my neck.

I danced with him. Not caring a bit. At least not when I'm drunk out of my wits!

I felt his hands, ever slowly made their way underneath my dress. That, was when I sobered up. I pushed his hands off me so quickly. I doubt Usain Bolt could be that fast.

I turned to the man who I had been dancing with, taking him in for the first time since I started dancing with this night. He was lean, but I think he was larger than this. Did this guy switched with the one I was dancing with? Or, maybe, just maybe my brain was placing games with me. But, don't worry. He was still muscular, just lean muscles.

He raised a brow and slowly unwound his arms he had kept on my shoulders to steady me.

I rushed to the restroom. No! No!! Not what you are thinking about. I really needed to pee. Thank goodness, a bathroom stall was empty. I swear I would have peed my pants.

Ha! That was refreshing!

"Is it that refreshing to run from I thought we were having the fun of our life. Tsk, tsk! My ego has been bruised."

I jumped in a start when I heard a voice behind. I looked through the mirror in front of me and spotted him leaning casually at the door. I scowled. I didn't I said that out loud.

I turned to him and for the first time tonight, I actually saw I had been dancing with for the past hour. I noticed him wearing a three -piece red Armani suit with a black shirt. The shirt did nothing to hide his tone chest. I must admit he was hot! Don't get me started on his hair. It has got to be the messiest hair I had ever seen. His piercing green eyes with playful glint on them seemed to stare right into my soul. My eyes trailed down to his deep pink lips, which seemed to be pulled at its side into a smirk. He was enjoying me checking him out. He wants a game with me, don't he?

A really loud moan and grunt erupted from one of the stalls. Panting could be heard from the restroom.

"You know.." He slowly left the door and move closer, invading my personal space, his hands coming around my waist to pull me closer. "..this.." His fingers caressed my jaw. "..could be us." More moans erupted around.

Pervert!

His breath fanned my face. He was seducing me and he knew he was succeeding. Yeah! I know he was a pervert and all. But he was a hot pervert! And Ella was right. I needed to get laid.

I ran my hands on his chest, then, wrapped around his neck. I made the first move. I kissed him first.