“What’s your name?” the man asks me.
Maybe I shouldn’t give him a real name. “Brandy.”
“Dillian,” he extended his hand for me to shake. “First time here?”
“No,” I replied as I returned his handshake.
He was also fully dressed in a plaid button-down shirt and khakis, which made me comfortable. He must have been new to this as well.
His smile lit up his face. “Want to take a walk around?”
“Sure.”
It was a large space, and even though it was all open, there was so much going on you could barely tell it was one floor. As we people-watched, we had a conversation.
“What are you into?”
“Testing the waters.”
Dillian nodded his head, “You’re at the fun stage. Exploring a bit of everything.”
We pass a woman dancing on a pole for a man who seems tentatively looking at her. She was topless and swung her body around like a professional. When I caught her face, she looked familiar. Where have I seen her? She let go of the pole as though it bored her and walked toward the man facing her. Ripping his shirt open, she peeled it off of him, exposing his back—it was the man with the birthmark on his left shoulder. Anticipation came over me; I needed to see his face. Gulping down my drink, I begin walking towards him. This was it. I can put a face to the body and hope that body would give me the same thrill as last time without the aftermath of the guilt.
“Where are you going?” Dillian asks.
“I’ll be back,” I said, unsure if that would be true.
As I walk toward the man, my legs completely give out. I hadn’t realized how much I drank that night. Falling onto a couple seated on a sofa, fully naked and all over each other, they assumed I wanted to join. Their hands started exploring my body, something I wasn’t ready for. Looking up to Dillian for help, he just watched without giving a helping hand. I shouldn’t be panicking. After all, this was a sex party, but this felt all wrong. Feelinghands going up my arm, thigh, back, and chest, I struggled to get out of their grip, but suddenly, my body felt weak when their fingers tried to remove my underwear. Unable to push them away with enough force, there’s a surge of arousal pulsing through me. The man and woman’s touch started to feel sensational.
“Get the fuck off her.”
The words rang in my ears. The man and woman were pulled off of me, and then I was tossed over a shoulder. The music playing pulsed through my body; I could feel it on my skin. As I was being carried away, I saw Dillian lying flat on the floor. If Dillian isn’t the one carrying me, then who is? The odds of it being the man with the birthmark excited me, but looking down at the person’s backside, I saw they were clothed, which was disappointing. I was taken outside, and the person yelled something out to one of the guards.
“You have bozos in there mixing shit into girls’ drinks. Next time I catch this shit, the whole place is going up in smoke.”
The man nodded. He looked scared, which made me giggle.
“Okay, you can put me down now,” I said as I realized the man carrying me was walking away from the warehouse.
“You’re going home.”
A vehicle was parked around the warehouse in a secluded area, but I couldn’t make it out. There was one light post, which was the only source of light. The night air was chilly but felt amazing against my skin. Finally placed on my feet, I looked up to see who this man was. My vision was blurry, and I couldn’t stand properly alone. Leaning my back on the vehicle, I could only make out this man’s dark features. Thick hair, high cheekbones, and black stubble covering his jawline gave him a mysterious look, but I was quickly distracted by his unbuttoned shirt that exposed his chest. His pants hung on his hip, exposing his v-cut, which gave me theurge to trace my tongue along it. Grabbing the loop of his pants, I pull him closer to me. Unexpecting the advancement, he falls toward me with both hands, landing on the top of the car, stopping him from making contact with me. As he came forward, the light from a lamppost exposed the man’s face, and once I saw the scar cutting through his left eyebrow, I felt the blood drain out my face.
“Emilio?” I whimpered.
“What are you doing here?,” he asked in a husky voice.
“What are you doing here?,” I questioned in return.
My legs were shaky, and I didn’t realize I was falling until he caught me.
“Didn’t I drop you off? How did you get here?”
“It’s barely midnight; why should I stay home?”
“You’re fucking slurring your words, Bethany.”
Was I? I thought I was speaking just fine. Emilio opens the door, forcing me into the passenger seat.
