001

ROSE

“I think you’ve had more than enough, young lady. Are you with someone?” the bartender asked me pitifully, eyeing the four empty bottles of cheap beer I had downed.

I burst into a giggle instead of replying. Was I with someone? Who would want to associate with a loser like me, someone who had nothing to give? My giggles gave way to shaking shoulders and soon, tears filled my eyes, my emotions jumbled by the influence of alcohol.

“Okay, that’s it, no more drinks for you. Get off my stool and go wash your face in the restroom. I'll get someone to find you a taxi.”

When I did not comply immediately, he walked around his counter and pulled me off the stool. It was almost midnight yet the club was filled to the brim with people. However, none of them objected to the bartender pulling me up like an errant child. I went along with him, my tongue too heavy to make any complaints. He escorted me to the beginning of a barely lit hallway and helped me stand properly.

“This is as far as I can go. When you get to the end of the hallway, the restroom is the first room by your left. You can’t miss it.” He let go of me and I stumbled forward, catching myself before I could plunge my face into the floor. He tutted in disapproval, mumbling things about little girls taking more than they could handle as he left me there.

I was not a little girl as the bartender wrongly insinuated. I had turned twenty four last spring but my petite size made it hard for people to believe I was actually an adult. Added to my long lashes and my stupid baby face I could not get rid of, I had to wave my ID like a detective everytime I went to a club.

At least, I had lucked out with puberty, my amble bosom and curves making up for my lack of height. Everything else about me sucked and that was why I had come to Smoky Paradise to get shitfaced. That was the first plan of mine that month that had gone successfully and of course, it was something unbeneficial to me or my liver.

Somehow, I got to the end of the hallway and I stood there, tasking my brain to remember the directions the bartender had given me.

“Get to the end. . .of. . .the hallway. . . first door. . the rest. . .room. . .is. . .” I waved my index finger left to right, humming a tune as I went and left the decision up to fate. My finger stopped, pointing to the right and I went that way, singing a drunken version of a Mariah Carey song.

The hallway there was in complete darkness or maybe it was my vision spiralling into half-consciousness. I patted the wall again, guiding myself and leaned on the first door I found. That was my second mistake of the night.

The door gave way and I tumbled into the open space, falling backwards on my ass. The hard floor felt like a spank to my ass and I felt my hipbone shift, my elbows definitely bruised. I let out a sharp cry of pain when I struggled up to my feet, massaging my sore backside.

“You are here, finally,” a mean, impatient masculine voice suddenly spoke and I jumped into the air. Who was that?

The room was pitch black but I could smell a pleasant whiff of expensive cologne in the air. It smelled like something that belonged in those tiny bottles on the bedroom shelves of billionaires. I was absolutely not in the restroom. Oh shit!

“Wh. . .who a. .re you?” I stuttered, squinting my eyes to see in the dark. A dark form that was crouched rose to a taller size and I was ready to get out of there. I turned to the door, limping due to my graceless fall when the door shut on its own accord. No wind could have done that; what the hell was going on?

“You are not going anywhere, little rabbit until you do what you came here for.” How did he get behind me so fast? My back was pushed against his stomach and I could feel the well sculpted abs he was packing. My breaths came out in staccato beats and his big hands wrapped around my waist possessively.

“I have been waiting for half an hour now after your little tease on the dancefloor earlier. I already spoke to your agent and we have agreed on a f*e. You are mine!” he stated in a tone that did not permit any disobedience. I remembered seeing a tiny, busty woman dancing on a stage earlier but I was not interested in watching. Obviously, the big man who was touching me like he owned me had been interested and for some reason, he thought I was her.

“Sir, there. . .must. . .be—”

He scoffed in disgust, taking pins out of my hair. “You are drunk—or is this some trick you use to cheat people out of their money? You won't find a gentleman in me, I'm afraid.” His very warm palms lifted the hem of my dress, slipping underneath and I squirmed when he parted my legs easily. No, no, I had to distract him somehow. He was about to make a very big mistake!

“Um, how much. . .did. . .you. . .agree to pay. . .for. . .my. . .oh, yes!” I moaned shamelessly when he dragged a naughty long finger across the lining of my panties. I was no innocent and I was on the pill but I didn't just go around having sex with random strangers. However, I suddenly wanted to whine when his finger stopped moving.

“$5,000,” he replied nonchalantly, like he spent such obscene amount of money everyday. That sum would clear half of my student loan and he had spent it in anticipation of a good fuck. Well, he was about to be disapp—

He licked a path from the back of my ear to my neck, nibbling as he went and I arched away from him, taut as a bowstring. His fingers were busy elsewhere, searching for the zipper on my dress. I had gotten the black taffeta dress that stuck to my body like a second skin at a thrift store for thirty bucks and his low growl of appreciation made the purchase worth it.

So what if I wasn't the woman he thought I was? Why couldn't I have a little fun to unwind? He wanted me, a male made of flesh and blood desired me! That realization made something snap within me.

“Take me, Daddy,” I heard myself whisper hoarsely, sucking in a gasp when he snapped my bra loose. My dress fell in a pool around my ankles and he cupped my ample breasts greedily. “Take me hard, please. I want you to make me scream, Daddy. Please, please,” I begged while panting heavily when I felt his erection pressing against my ass, crowning all my mistakes of that night.

He turned me around in his arms and picked me up, my legs wrapped around his waist automatically, as if they belonged there. With a swift move, he ripped my tiny panties off, tossing it into the shadows. My entire body shivered, the caveman show of impatience so damn hot.

His pants were still on and I whimpered, rubbing my wet pussy against his erection, seeking for friction. He swore colourfully, missing a step and tightening his hold on me.

“Jesus, fuck. Hands off, bunny,” he argued, batting my hands off his belt and slapped my exposed pussy, eliciting a long moan from my throat. Before I could attack his annoying belt again, he spun us around and my back slapped against the bed deliciously. He gripped both of my wrists with one of his and pinned them over my head.

Hot lips landed on my nipples, his tongue lapping wickedly at the hardened pink flesh. I wriggled about underneath him, not sure if I wanted to get away from his skilful mouth or closer to it. A hand covered my mound and a finger stabbed at my dripping wetness.

“Fuck, you are so tight. You are gonna fucking strangle my dick if I go in right now.” He pumped two fingers in and out and I thrashed my head left to right, swearwords entangled with moans spilling out of my mouth. “Easy there, bunny. You want my dick so much you are gagging for it. I'm gonna give it to you, I'm gonna fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk for days. You would feel the power of my thrusts for weeks. Hold on to the headboard,” he commanded, letting go of my hands.

He filled me at last with a long thrust, pining my knees to my chest. Two more short thrusts later, I came with a loud scream, blacking out almost immediately.