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Prologue

"One glass of Jameson, please." He raised up his index finger, calling the attention of the bartender as he sat alone on the counter. 

He fished out for his phone from his jeans' front pocket, opened Clix from the home screen and started swiping left and right.

"Here you go," the bartender slid the cool, round glass in front of him. 

"Thank you." He looked up for a second, then returned his gaze and attention to the photos of different lovely girls on his screen, one swipe after another. Asian, Persian, Caucasian, Latina, European, African-American. He's been through them all, in all shapes, colors and sizes. Different girls for different occasions, just pure hook-ups, no strings attached.

He pleasured himself with the littlest things in life, sex included. He refused to live in a world with control, with limitations. He decided, he wanted to make the world his oyster, his own universe. 

A hedonist, he considered himself.

Swish, swish. Swipe left. Swipe left. Swipe left. 

He was starting to get impatient, waiting for his fuck-buddy, his match from the dating app. 

Loud music was banging through the entire area, intermingled with the heady scent of smoke, alcohol and sweat from the perspiring, gyrating, horny bodies on the dance floor. It assaulted his nostrils as he inhaled deeply.

Smoke rose and dissipated up in the air as he drew out a breath, followed by profusely long and huge drags off of his Newport cigarette.

Shot, drag, swipe. Inhale, exhale.

A ping on his phone distracted his thoughts, stopping him halfway from taking a puff from his cigarette. A message notification from the Clix app.

Stephanie

<09:34PM> I'm here. Where u at?

<......>

Finally. He left his cigarette hanging in between his lips, promptly typing a reply.

Jesse

<09:36PM> I'm seated by the bar, black and white checked shirt.

He darted his gaze around the bar, looking for his catch.

And there she was, long blonde hair, big blue eyes and crimson-painted full lips. 

Fuckable.

She was already making her way to the counter towards Jesse, sweaty bodies pressing and rubbing up against her.

Moments later, she took the seat beside him, touching his shoulder as she sat on the bar stool.

"Hi," Stephanie greeted and smiled, looking up at his blue and brown-speckled irises.

He looked at her quickly from head to toe. She was real pretty, but nothing exceptional, he thought. For him, she was just like all the other blonde girls he hooked-up and had sex with. Fresh from college, fresh in New York, he assumed. He was checking out her profile before he went off to the bar. 

He noticed she just started using Clix, and had probably gone in just two or three dates based on her profile's statistics. He even asked her if she had gone out to real formal dates with the previous guys she met via the dating app. Apparently, she was looking for someone serious. When he told her he wasn't up to any type of relationship, she still took the bait. Jesse was just too hot and delicious to be ignored and swiped left, especially for a one-night stand.