A Love We Deserve (True Love Book 2) by Betsy Anne Page B

thumping loudly as we approached the block. The road is closed off, so the cabbie drops us off as close as he can. We have to walk three blocks, in very high heels to get there. My feet hurt already. I don’t dare complain or they’ll throw me in there and run away. The bouncer likes us, I think we’re probably the same age, and he lets us right through, no waiting in the block-long line. Tom probably called first, I bet. Love that guy. I haven’t been to a nightclub like this in a long time. Things don’t seem to change much though. Girls in way too little clothing, guys standing around in groups watching and everyone very drunk. I don’t know how she managed it, but Colleen disappears and comes back quickly with three shots in each hand.
    “Compliments of the two guys at the end of the bar. I went to buy us a round, and they were being poured for us already. Three MILFs ready to shake it!”
    Oh God, she’s really woken up. She downs her first one, and looks at us impatiently.
    “Seriously? Miss ‘I can’t wait to party,’ you better take these.”
    Knowing Katie’s low tolerance for alcohol, Coll helps herself to a third, and gives Kat only one. She stands holding the last two out for me to take.
    “What the hell.”
    I down them one after the other. Yikes, tequila. Historically, not a friend. We shuffle our way through the crowd to the dance floor. I’m trying my best to feel comfortable, even in my new thinner skin, but it’s hard. I’ve never really been a club person. Never had the opportunity. The shots are kicking in, and help a lot . I feel warm all the way down to my toes. I can’t help but bump into a guy next to me who’s dancing very closely with another woman. I turn to apologize, but my fuzzy brain has a different idea when I see how hot he is. I grab his butt and wiggle my body between him and his dance partner. They must not know each other well, because she doesn’t seem to care. She backs off and starts to dance with another guy. He immediately reciprocates, and grabs my ass. He pulls me against his body forcefully and begins to grind on me. The tequila in my blood thinks it’s a great idea to grind back. We’re essentially dry fucking on the dance floor, and I don’t care. It feels fucking great. My head is spinning and pulsing with the beat, which adds to the experience. He leans in close to my ear and says, “You’re fucking hot. Follow me.” Tequila Tina agrees excitedly, and lets him take my hand and lead me to a back room. I see Colleen and Katie staring at me, mouths touching the floor. 
    He seems to know this place pretty well; he’s making a beeline for a curtained-off area. It’s so dark, only small candles on tables in front of puffy sofas. If I were thinking clearly, this would seem weird. Couples are having all different kinds of sex in here. One guy is propped up on a couch with his fly open and a girl down on her knees in front of him. Another guy is guiding her head up and down helping her give the other guy a blowjob. There is a fully naked couple next to us going at it hard. She’s bent over the arm of the sofa, and he’s up on his knees giving it to her from behind. The music seems even louder in here, if that’s possible, and it adds to the anonymous feeling of it all. You can’t hear or be heard. It’s like being in an X-rated music video.
    My stranger wants a little more privacy, so he shakes his head and keeps walking to the back of this odd room. He’s done this before, duh. There’s a circular couch with a long arched floor lamp over it. The light is still dim, but it’s enough to see what you’re doing. He sits down first, and pulls me onto his lap. Fuck, he’s even hotter than I thought seeing him this close. We begin to make out furiously, all hands and mouths exploring each other. He has a hard erection that I’m perched on. He unzips his pants, then slides my skirt up my thighs so I’m sitting directly on top of him; only my panties are