Don's Fiancée [18+Only]

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The cold wind was fanning my skin, swaying a few mischievous strands of my hair to tickle my face. Another moonless noisy night. Another uneventful night in my lonely life. Uneventful is good, I silently hope that every night would be as peaceful as this.

Taking a long drag off my Marlboro red, I inhaled the tobacco smoke until it reached my lungs, and puffed it out in the cold New York air. The cigar scent skimming into my skimpy black dress, overpowering my lavender perfume.

Lurking, I am waiting for my so-called new friends to come in sight in front of this club. They're already ten minutes late. Along with the long line of waiting club patrons from the alley where I stood.

Clubbing isn't really my thing but I made a promise to myself that I'd get out more when I moved to New York.

Live a normal life.

Maybe find a guy, have wild steamy sex with some random hunky who smells like forest pine. Hmm, that sweet smell that makes my senses go haywire. A one night stand or perhaps get a dragon tattoo in the bum.

Is that what normal people my age do?

This is a new beginning for me so I want to do those normal things, crazy stuff. I left everything in San Andrés, in the hope that I can start over, somewhere where no one knew who I was.

After finishing my second stick for the night, my new found roomies finally arrived. All I know are their nicknames, Apple and Robin. Two sexy blonds who work at a real estate company in Manhattan. They posted a 'wanted roommate' online, the lodging was cheap but there was no peace at night. Most nights, they'd bring their fuckbuddies and because of the thin walls that separate our room, I had to endure their stamina in bed.

Those 'Ah.. right there' that Apple used to scream and 'oh... faster, Daddy' that Robin always cries about. Sometimes, I wonder what's so good about sex. Maybe I'll have one tonight to know what it is.

"Lian" Apple wrapped her petite arms around my left as Robin took my right.

"You're early," Robin murmured as she nodded at the big bouncer. He let us in without even checking our Ids.

The way Apple and Robin lead the way through the crowds of sweaty bodies until we reach the bar tells me that they're regular goers in this establishment.

The dimmed light and colorful lasers of the club weren't giving a good sight of the place. All I know is that it stinks of alcohol, sweat, smoke, and pot mixing with the DJ's upbeat tune.

"Quick orgasm!" Apple practically shouted at the young bartender with ink-covered skin. He was a buff guy, willing to pass as a bouncer but he gave a toothy grin in our direction. He placed three shot glasses filled with dirty brown liquid in front of us.

Drinking wasn't new to me, but the mix was stronger than what I regularly take. It scorched my throat and sent a tingly feeling in my fingertips. Apple and Robin paid for a few more shots of colorful and funny dirty named drinks before they dragged me to the dance floor.