As the clock struck nine in the evening, Jessica Winters exited Twenty-Four Hour Fitness, stowed away her gym bag in the car trunk, and drove back to her two-bedroom apartment in Iowa City. Pulling into the underground garage, she sighed with relief knowing that her roommate, Kellie, was away for a few days. Finally, she would have some peace and quiet, spared from the constant sound of Kellie and her boyfriend, Jack, engaging in intimate activities at all hours of the night. Jessica couldn't deny that listening to Kellie's "mind-blowing orgasms," as she so affectionately called them, was an absolute nightmare. Especially for someone like Jessica, who had made the decision to abstain from sex until she found her perfect match—the elusive "one" who seemed to be taking his sweet time in appearing.
After a recent confrontation about the noise, Kellie, ever tactless, suggested, "You should get yourself a vibrator. Maybe then you wouldn't be so uptight about it.""If not wanting to be subjected to the sounds of other people having sex makes me uptight, then I'd rather not be considered 'normal' by your standards," Jessica retorted.Kellie smirked and responded, "Geez, you take everything so seriously. I'm just teasing you. But honestly, you're way too wound up about sex. You're twenty, for God's sake. It's time to let loose and embrace your sexuality like the rest of us."I'm not uptight, and I don't need to 'let loose.' I'm simply exhausted from sleep deprivation," Jessica snapped back, her anger evident. "I mean, seriously—four in the morning? If you had early morning classes and were kept awake all night by the howling in the next room, you'd be pissed too. Just keep it down. That's all I ask.""Honey, you can't suppress good sex. If you had experienced it, you'd understand," Kellie replied with a sly smile.Whatever. Just turn up the damn music, at least," Jessica muttered.The truth was that their arguments extended beyond the disruptive moans and groans emanating from Kellie's room. They clashed over groceries, utility bills, and even the placement of items within the apartment. Returning home each night was far from enjoyable, and Jessica knew she had to make a decision—find a new roommate or return to living with her mother, Frannie. While the prospect of leaving Kellie's drama behind and gaining more sleep was enticing, it meant moving in with Slammer, her mother's biker fiancé. He was not only intimidating but also the president of the Gold Vipers, a motorcycle club in Jensen—a lifestyle Jessica wanted no part of.Despite her reservations, she had come to like Slammer, who defied her expectations with his laid-back demeanor and humorous anecdotes. True, he had a fondness for profanity and chain-smoking, but he treated Frannie, whom he endearingly referred to as his "Old Lady," with utmost respect and showed consideration toward Jessica as well. Yet, in Jessica's eyes, he was still part of a gang, and she didn't want that kind of life for her mother.Jessica attempted to dissuade Frannie from pursuing the relationship on numerous occasions, but her words fell on deaf ears. Even when Jessica highlighted the illegal activities and frequent incarcerations associated with bikers in clubs like Slammer's, Frannie brushed it off, defending their love with a familiar refrain: "Slammer insists that the Gold Vipers are different from other motorcycle clubs."Are you ready for this?" Krystal asked, shutting off the engine of her vintage '76 Monte Carlo. We had just arrived at Griffin's, a notorious strip club on the outskirts of town. It happened to be her twenty-first birthday, and her boyfriend, the owner's son, had requested our presence before meeting up with the rest of our friends downtown.I glanced at the rundown establishment, its neon lights flickering and a row of gleaming motorcycles parked along the side. I had never stepped foot inside, but its reputation preceded it. Griffin's was known to be a shady place, and the mere thought of going in made me uneasy. I could only imagine the disapproving expression my mother would wear if she knew I was even contemplating such a venture. She would likely think I had gone off the deep end.A chill ran down my spine. "Seriously? Can't we just wait for him out here, in the parking lot?"Krystal turned to me, her hand reaching for the visor. As she adjusted her blond hair and fluffed it ou
Let's go see what the hell Tank wants."Tank, her new boyfriend, stood at a towering six-and-a-half feet, with muscles that could rival watermelons. He belonged to a biker club called the Gold Vipers. I had only met him twice, and I couldn't deny that he intimidated me. It wasn't that he had been anything but polite, but there was an air of danger surrounding him—a sense of unlawfulness that made me uneasy.Krystal seemed oblivious to it all, or maybe she just didn't care. Her father had left many years ago, and her mother, Bonnie, had never been much of an influential figure. So perhaps she craved the excitement that Tank brought into her life."I wonder if he has something for me," Krystal pondered, her blue eyes sparkling with anticipation. "A present."I teased, "What, like a ring? You've only been on a few dates, mostly quick hook-ups.""Or even better, a new tongue ring," she replied playfully. "Do you have any idea how amazing it feels to have a pierced tongue between your legs
"Well, what are you considered?" I asked, curious to understand Krystal's role in Tank's world.She shrugged. "He calls me 'his girl'. But let me make it clear, I am definitely not a club whore. I won't spread my legs for anyone other than the man I'm dating." A mischievous smile crept onto her face. "Although," she added, "Tank has this friend named Raptor who is ridiculously hot. I wouldn't mind getting a taste of him.""Raptor? What kind of name is that?" I couldn't help but find the nickname peculiar, my mind automatically associating it with the ferocious dinosaurs in Jurassic Park.Krystal chuckled. "Raptor is some kind of bird of prey. Trust me, you don't want to get on his bad side. Tank said his temper is legendary.""Hmm, he sounds like someone to steer clear of," I advised. "No matter how attractive he may be.""You have to see this guy, seriously. He's stunning. Blonde hair, piercing blue eyes, and a physique that could rival a Greek god. He's unbelievably sexy. Sometimes,
My sexual experiences were limited, mostly confined to my high school days when I was in a steady relationship with Jimmy Tyler. But now, as a college student juggling demanding coursework and extracurricular activities, my focus had shifted away from matters of the heart and into the realm of academic pursuits. Romance and intimacy had taken a backseat in my life.You just need to get laid, Adriana. How long has it been?" Krystal's voice carried a mix of concern and mischievousness.I shifted uncomfortably, feeling a twinge of embarrassment wash over me. "I don't know, over a year?" I admitted reluctantly, my gaze dropping to the ground. In truth, it might have been even longer than that. Maybe two years? Three?"We need to change that," Krystal declared, her eyes gleaming with determination as she swung open the door to the lively club. "Let's see what Tank wants, catch up with the others, and find you a hot guy. Someone who can ignite that fire within you and make up for all the lo
Krystal's infectious enthusiasm was contagious, and soon we found ourselves letting go of inhibitions, dancing with carefree abandon. The music surged through our veins, electrifying the air with an exhilarating energy. It was liberating, a release from the pressures of daily life.As the evening unfolded, I couldn't help but be grateful for this spontaneous adventure. The worries and stresses that had weighed me down seemed to melt away, replaced by a sense of freedom and possibility. This night was a celebration of friendship, of seizing the moment, and embracing the joy that life had to offer.sound echoing through the air. Her eyes were alight with excitement, heightened by the effects of the schnapps she had indulged in. It was clear that she was already well on her way to a pleasant buzz."I'm serious, Adriana," she insisted, her voice tinged with playful determination. "Tonight, we're finding you a guy. This party is for you, and I want you to have the time of your life. It's y
As we stepped foot into the strip club, I couldn't shake off the feeling that all eyes were fixed upon us. The scene before me perfectly matched the image I had conjured in my mind – a dimly lit space, tinged with a musty odor, and an urgent need for renovations that extended beyond just the worn-out carpet. Most of the waitresses seemed to be well past their prime, yet their attire evoked a peculiar mix of high school nostalgia and an attempt to cling onto their youth. It was a stark contrast, to say the least.Krystal couldn't contain her amusement and let out a playful giggle. "Do these ladies not realize that the eighties have come and gone? Just like their looks," she quipped, her eyes glinting mischievously.I couldn't help but let out a smirk, unable to contain my amusement. "God, you're such a witty one," I teased, shaking my head playfully."Well, I can't deny that I have a fondness for doggy-style," she retorted with a mischievous grin, a twinkle in her eye. Her remark elici
His gaze lingered on her chest, his lips instinctively moistening. "He's in the back room. I'll inform him of your arrival," he said, his tone slightly husky. His eyes then shifted to me, a leering expression replacing his earlier professionalism. I felt a surge of discomfort, grateful for the modest attire I had chosen, though it seemed to make little difference to his intrusive gaze.Krystal nodded, maintaining her composure despite the bouncer's unsettling behavior. "Yes, that's me," she confirmed, her voice steady.Krystal's poise remained unshaken, her composure a testament to her resilience in the face of the bouncer's inappropriate demeanor. She met his gaze with unwavering confidence, refusing to let his intrusive behavior undermine her resolve.Slightly unnerved by the bouncer's lingering stare, I shifted uncomfortably, aware of his eyes roaming over me. It was a disconcerting feeling, despite my attempt to downplay its impact. I found solace in the fact that I had opted for
"Stay close," Krystal whispered, glancing back at me with a hint of caution in her eyes. "Avoid making eye contact with anyone.""Got it," I replied, understanding the need for discretion.As the music swelled, the attention of the crowd shifted away from us to a woman with vibrant red hair and an ample bosom who had just taken the stage. The expression on her face revealed that she was far from the typical exuberant and cheerful stripper. Her attempted smile appeared more like a strained pout, as if she had just tasted something sour.Krystal couldn't help but chuckle. "Perhaps she should have invested in Botox instead of enhancing her assets. It might have given her a more relaxed appearance.""Well, I doubt anyone will be paying much attention to anything above her collarbone," I remarked.Suddenly, a customer stood up, frantically waving cash and calling for a nurse. "You're giving me a heart attack, Betty!"Krystal snorted with amusement. "Nurse Betty seems on the verge of having