The Road Trip
Chapter 5, "What Happens in Vegas..."by Noopster.
DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of absolute fiction based on nothing real or plausible at all. Fantasy is legal and this is all made up. Thanks for reading.
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THURSDAY AFTERNOON
"So..." Charlie began saying as he drove them to Las Vegas, trying to break out of the tense silence that had surrounded the couple since they had left the spa, "...that was fun, huh?"
"Yeah, it was," she replied, devoid of emotion.
"You were incredible in there, I've never seen you like that."
Lily was so focused on her phone, she didn't even react to her boyfriend's praise until she heard him clearing his throat. "Oh... yeah, you know me, I'm full of surprises."
"You don't seem too happy though."
"I'm happy," she replied in a flat tone.
"Is there something else on your mind?" There was no response. "...Babe? I'm talking to you."
"Oh, sorry. I was just thinking about that girl at the spa. I was really rude to her, dismissing her like that, and I wanted to apologize afterwards, but I couldn't find her."
Lily saw a grin form on his lips and she raised an eyebrow with curiosity. "What?"
"Oh well, it's just funny that you mention her because I have a feeling we'll be seeing her again really soon..."
"What? What does that even mean?"
"I don't want to ruin the surprise."
"What surprise? Did you plan something for tonight?"
"Maybe..."
"With that girl from the spa?"
"Maybe."
"After I specifically told you I wanted to take it easy today."
He chuckled. "You weren't taking it easy on Marko back there."
"I did that for you!"
"Really? Because it looked to me like you were doing it for both of us."
Lily was already irritated, and Charlie bursting into laughter only made her mood worse. "You have a lot of balls, you know that? I asked you for one thing today, one simple thing, and you couldn't even listen. You just went ahead and did what you wanted."
"Oh, look who's talking about listening. I've been trying to have a conversation with you for the last two hours and you can't even look away from your phone for five seconds."
"Well excuse me if I'm not really in the mood to talk to you after what you pulled this morning."
"Stop being a drama queen, I was just trying to get you out of your comfort zone, you know, try new things!"
"You don't get it, do you? I asked you to drop the sex mentor shit for one day, one lousy day so we could enjoy our vacation together like a normal couple, and instead you lied to me and put me in that awkward situation. So I did what you wanted, I went with it, I sucked his dick, and what do you do? You keep plotting behind my back!"
"What the hell are you talking about, Lily? I thought this was what you wanted. You agreed to this."
"I did, and I’ve done everything you asked. But then I asked you to stop for just one day, as is my right, and you didn't. Now what does that sound like to you?"
"Okay, that's really not funny. You're way over the line right now."
"No, Charlie, you're way over the line! Inviting someone to our bed without my consent? That's a shitty thing to do regardless of anything else on this trip. How many times do I have to tell you I'm not into women!"
"Jesus! Alright, I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry for wanting you to experience new things. From now on we can just stay home all the time and fuck in missionary with the lights off, just the way you like it."
"Right, because I'm so incredibly boring, right? Well I'm sorry I'm not a total slut like the women you used to sleep with. I'm not gonna start fucking strangers just because you want me to."
"Not for free at least," he mumbled derisively.
"Excuse me? What the fuck does that even mean?!"
"It means I'm getting tired of you acting all high and mighty as if you didn't' just fuck a complete stranger last night AND take his cash right after."
"Wh-what?! How... how did you--"
"Two-way glass, babe. So you can drop the goody two-shoes act right now because I ain't buying it anymore."
"YOU WERE SPYING ON ME?!" she yelled, her voice breaking with anger as her small fist banged against the leather door panel.
"Hey, it wasn't my idea, okay? Big Jerry had set up already for his girls and he invited me to watch."
"WHO THE FUCK IS BIG JERRY?!"
"He owns the club, I told you I knew the owner."
"AND YOU LET HIM WATCH ME?!"
"Hey, I didn't know he had that kind of setup. You were already in there when he told me, what was I supposed to do, kick him out in his own business?"
“You could’ve told me! Wait, did he have anything to do with the spa today?”
Charlie rolled his eyes and sighed.
“Answer me!”
“Jerry owns the spa too, yes. But he wasn’t watching, no one was watching.”
“How the fuck can you be so sure?”
“Because he would’ve told me, okay?”
“This is so fucked up, Charlie. What else have you been hiding from me?”
“Nothing!”
“Did you send that kid into the locker room too? Did Jerry? You were probably betting on if I’d fuck him too, you fucking assholes!”
“What kid? What the hell are you talking about?”
She turned away to look out the passengers window, her voice breaking with anger and disappointment. “I can’t believe you would betray my trust like that!”
“Oh come on, stop being so dramatic.”
“Oh you think I’m being dramatic, huh? Stop the car. Stop the car right fucking now!"
"Calm down, we're still--"
"Pull over, Charlie."
"There's no place to--"
"STOP THE FUCKING CAR RIGHT NOW, YOU ASSHOLE!" Lily yelled, starting to open the door with the vehicle still at full speed.
"Jesus Christ! You want me to stop here, in the middle of nowhere? Fine!" Charlie stepped on the brake and aggressively pulled over to the side of the road, leaving a cloud of golden dust behind as the tires on the passenger's side slid on dirt, rocks and dry brush.
The car had barely stopped and Lily had stepped out already. "I can't believe I trusted you!"
"C'mon, babe, you're overreacting," Charlie said, leaning over the hood.
"Overreacting?! You let some random creep spy on me!"
"Oh for fucks sake, drop the innocent little dove act already. We've both realized your true nature on this trip."
"So what is it, Charlie, am I a boring idiot or a closeted whore, huh? Because you keep changing your mind about it when it suits your fucked up needs."
"Oh so I’m a pervert now? Because I tried to teach you--"
"I'm 30 years old, Charlie! I'm a grown woman, not some dumb college girl you picked up at a bar. I don't need you to teach me anything!"
"You're being ridiculous right now."
"Whatever, don't fucking talk to me, you're disgusting," the furious brunette said as she struggled to pull her boyfriend's suitcase from the back seat, "I can't believe I let you drag me into this."
"Whoa, whoa, I didn't drag you to anything, and what are you doing with my stuff?"
"I'm-- unngh!-- leaving it here-- mmnf!-- with you!" she replied, angrily dragging the black suitcase out of the car.
"What?!"
"You heard me. Give me the keys."
"Are you insane?! You can’t leave me here in the middle of nowhere!"
"Yes, I can. Now give me the keys to my car. Give me the fucking keys, Charlie, or I swear to God you'll never--!"
"Okay, fine! Take the fucking keys. But this is bullshit, how am I supposed to--"
"Call an Uber, walk, I don't care," she said as she stomped over to the driver's seat, "Oh, and when you get to Vegas don't try to call me. I hope you have a lot of fun with your hooker."
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Lily spent the next few hours driving to Las Vegas in a blind rage. She felt so stupid, betrayed by the one person she thought she could trust under any circumstance. She cried and cursed so much on the way that, by the time she got to the bright lights of the town better known as Sin City, she had calmed down a little bit . But once she was there, she realized she had stormed off without a plan. There were a ton of missed calls from Charlie on her phone, as well as a couple dozen messages, but the last thing she wanted right now was to find out what he had to say. Just thinking about the way he had casually confessed to breaking her trust was making her stomach turn. No, the last thing she wanted was to spend the night in the same room as him, much less the same bed, and yet, the thought of spending the night alone, crying her eyes out in some lifeless hotel room while the bustling city around her partied and rejoiced seemed like an even darker option.
First she tried calling her best friend Liana, but she never answered the phone. Ashley was still in Europe, 9 hours ahead and most likely asleep. Finally she called her mom, but had to hang up before she picked up, realizing there was no way she could explain what her fight with Charlie was about. Sitting in her car in the middle of a gigantic casino parking lot, she felt ashamed, helpless, and utterly alone. She was about to break into tears again when her phone started buzzing, and then she lost it. "Leave me alone, asshole!" she cried out, shedding tears of anger. The furious actress was about to throw her phone out the window when she realized it was Harper's name flashing on the screen and not Charlie's. For a second, she thought about ignoring it, but she was desperate to talk to someone, to not be alone.
"Hello," she said, wiping the tears from her eyes and trying to sound as normal as possible.
"Hey, uh, Lily... I hope you don't mind me calling, I just wanted to know if-- Are you crying? Oh no, is something wrong?"
Lily felt like she was about to lose it and there was a moment of silence while she tried to gather herself. "I just... I had a fight with my... with a friend."
"Oh no, I'm so sorry. Is there anything I can do? I'm not being a nuisance, am I? Oh shit, I totally am. I'm sorry, I fucked up, it's none of my business if you had a fight with your friend, I need to learn not to stick my nose in people's--"
"No, no, it's okay, I'm okay," she cut him off, the tiniest of smiles drawn on her lips due to Harper's extreme awkwardness, "I'm glad you called, I... I could really use some company right now, you know? I just... I don't want to be alone right now." Her voice cracked right at the end, but then she saw Harper had just texted her his location, and she smiled again.
"That's my address, or I can come and pick you up if you need me to. Either way, I'm here for you," he said. It was the sweetest thing she'd heard all week.
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Harper's place was in an apartment complex almost an hour away from the strip. To Lily, it felt weird to be driving down quaint streets that looked like those of any other city in the country, away from the myriad of lights and the huge crowds and overall rowdiness she had always associated with Las Vegas, but even weirder than that was her destination, the apartment of a college kid she had met the night before at a strip club. Lily almost laughed at the absurdity of the situation and as she got to the designated street she saw that Harper was waiting for her outside the building, looking like a big, dumb, tail-wagging puppy as those big blue eyes of his lit up when they recognized her.
He came to her side as soon as she got out of the car and they shared an awkward hug. "Let me help you with this," he said, already reaching for the pink suitcase in the back seat.
"Nonsense, I'm not letting you stay by yourself in this fucking city. You can sleep in my bed and I'll take the couch." Had she been in that situation with any other guy, Lily would've immediately taken that for a shady tactic and refused, but it did not seem that way with him, somehow she could tell that his concern was earnest.
"It's not a big place," Harper said as he opened the apartment door for her, “but at least the cops won’t wake you up at 3 in the morning when they’re breaking up another drunken street fight.”
"It's really nice," she said politely as she stepped inside the small living room of a sparsely decorated apartment.
"So... do you want to talk about it or..." he said, offering her a glass of water and trying not to stare too much at her delicious bum under that flowery skirt.
"Not right now, no."
"Oh, right, sorry, it's none of my business, that's the probably the last thing you wanna talk about and I'm here asking you about it. I'm an idiot, I shouldn't be-- what? Why are you laughing right now?"
"And I thought I needed to relax..." she said with a smile, but there was still a lot of sadness in her voice and the hint of a tear in the corner of her eye as she sat down on the big beige couch.
The blonde man sighed, "I'm sorry, I never know what to say when someone is going through something. I just wish I could help in some way."
Lily looked up and grabbed his hand, "Come here, sit down." Harper did as told and they stayed next to each other for a little while, holding hands on the edge of the big beige couch in complete silence. His hand was sweaty but she did not mind, and she wrapped his arm around her back before she rested her head on his shoulder. She could tell he was extremely nervous just to be close to her and that too was extremely adorable. Harper had a junior high boyfriend vibe about him that made her feel very comfortable, a nice change of pace after so many days of being pushed to the limit. Harper would never ask her to do anything she didn't want to do, he would never even consider asking her to--
"Ow..." he said suddenly, helping Lily realize that she was stabbing his palm with her long nails. "Oh, sorry," she apologized, relaxing her hand to caress his with her thumb instead. "You know, Harper, I'm really grateful for... well, this."
"Don't even mention it, I'm just happy to help."
She was about to say something, but paused to look into his big blue eyes. A maelstrom of sadness, rage and indignation was still stirring inside of her, and suddenly the urge to get back at her boyfriend was all she could feel. "There's very few guys who would do this kind of thing for a girl they just met without expecting something in return."
"Oh no, I'm not expecting you to... not at all. I just wanted to help, that's all."
"I know," she said, turning slightly towards him and putting her free hand on his thigh, "I know you're not, that's what makes you so special."
"Umm, well, I guess... thank you?"
Pulling a strand of hair behind her ear, Lily found herself staring into his eyes again, finding nothing but kindness in them. "Kiss me," she said softly. She saw him panic for a moment, but then he turned his body to her and closed his eyes, finally putting his lips to hers. It started slow, one short and sweet kiss followed by another and then another, hands awkwardly resting on each other's shoulders, the frequency between those kisses rapidly increasing until their mouths fused together in one urgent, sloppy embrace, holding each other tightly as if they were terrified of the other slipping away.
It was a funny feeling, kissing another man after being with Charlie for over a year, even after having done so much else over the last few days. Harper's kissing technique was just like everything else about him: tender, impatient, and a little uncoordinated, but Lily loved the way his tongue kept moving restlessly inside her mouth, like it couldn't wait to explore and memorize every aspect of it, and the same went for his hands, eagerly roaming around her back, dipping low to cautiously feel her butt, but never committing to one single area. Somehow that felt more intimate than letting Red fuck her or sucking Marko's dick. This wasn't Luscious Lily, she wasn't pretending to play a part in some inexistent drama, this was real life and everything she was feeling was real too.
The room suddenly felt so much hotter and Charlie's stupid grin flashed in her mind as her hand moved up Harper's thigh, causing him to jump with surprise as it stopped right on his bulge. "Is this because of me?" she devilishly asked between wet smacks, feeling Harper's erection growing under her palm as her fingers traced the length of his cock through his jeans.
"Sorry, I can't help it, you're just so beautiful."
Lily smiled genuinely and said, "No need to apologize," before taking his right hand and leading it to her braless chest. Harper's hand closed around her small tit like a vise, and she moaned in his mouth, squeezing his dick a little harder while he rolled her nipple between his middle and ring fingers. Harper moved forward, pushing her gently until her back was on the armrest. He was almost on top of her and suddenly she felt scared, not of him but of herself, scared of how easily she had fallen into the arms of another man and how willing she was to go all the way with him.
'This is wrong, I shouldn't be doing this,' she found herself thinking, even as her hand continued to massage Harper's dick and balls through his jeans, 'Charlie is still my boyfriend, I still love him, despite-- Oh what am I saying, he's probably fucking that asian girl right now!'
She pushed Harper back, but only so she could sit up and commit both hands to unbuttoning his pants.
"Oh, um, what are you doing?"
"I'm taking off your pants," she said, already reaching for his penis.
"Wh--Why? I mean, are you... sure?"
She wrapped her fingers around his swollen cock and pulled it through the opening in his boxers, whispering in his ear, "So you don't want me to... kiss it?"
"Oh God yes, but... you're really vulnerable right now and I just feel like maybe-- Oh fuuuuck," he moaned, interrupted by Lily nibbling on his earlobe, her wrist bent at just the right angle to begin stroking his dick. "Stop thinking. I'm going to make you feel really good, and that will make me feel good too." She stuck her tongue out and felt him shudder with pleasure as she dragged it upwards along the side of his neck, until she found his mouth again and kissed it with even more intensity than before. "We deserve this," she added when the kiss broke, her lips just barely grazing his.
Upon hearing that, Harper's hands became a tornado, clumsily pulling his pants down to his knees along with his boxers in the uncoolest way possible. His pale, 7-inch dick sprung free and stood tall for half a second before Lily caught it in her hand. "Good boy," she said while planting little wet kisses along his neck, her tiny hand just carefully stroking down, familiarizing itself with the texture and proportions of his manhood for the first time. "Oh shit...." he shuddered, pushing his hips forward in response to her touch. Lily kicked off her sandals and let go of him momentarily to kneel on the couch, perpendicular to the stunned young man. "Oh shit, oh fuck!" he exclaimed as she began to stroke him again, her gorgeous face getting closer and closer to his erect prick.
"What?" she giggled.
"I'm just-- I have to confess I'm a little bit nervous."
"Nervous?" she sweetly asked, breathing a couple of inches away from his cockhead as she continued to delicately stroke up and down. "You weren’t nervous at the bar.”
“I was drunk.”
“You've never had a blow job before?"
"Y--yeah, I have but... not from... someone like you."
Lily pressed the thing against her cheek and looked up at him. "Like me?" she asked, her words dripping with fake innocence as she stroked a little faster. "You mean a stripper?"
"Oh fuck! N--no, I mean... I think you're the single, most beautiful woman I've ever seen."
Lily stopped for a moment, genuinely rattled by such a sweet and earnest compliment. She thought of Charlie and how he used to say things like that to her all the time. It made her hesitate, the good times and the countless sweet moments with her boyfriend flashing before her eyes as she held another man's cock in her hand. But then she thought of him that morning, disregarding her, pressuring her, mocking her even. "Not for free at least," she heard Charlie saying, and for an instant it was like she was back in the car with him again.
She snapped out of it and then her gaze suddenly focused on the clear, single drop of precum oozing from the tip of Harper's dick, and her tongue came out to slowly collect it as he trembled in her hand.
"This is... really happening!" Harper groaned as the very tip of Lily's tongue gently brushed against the sensitive slit of his member. "Just relax..." she started to say, pouting her lips and pressing the head on the bottom one. "And let me thank you..." she gave it a peck on the side. "Let me help you..." Another kiss. "Help both of us..." Then another kiss, and another one, making her way down his shaft, "...Feel better."
'Two-way glass, babe.' She heard Charlie saying as she brushed her soft lips along a bulging vein on her way back up, 'So you can drop the goody two-shoes act right now because I ain't buying it anymore. Rage filled her heart again as she opened her mouth and gleefully took Harper’s manhood in.
"Oooohhh..." the college kid moaned as she swirled her tongue around it, his hands holding on to the cushions at his sides like he was scared of falling off the couch. "You know..." Lily said, pulling her lips away from his hard, throbbing cock, "I had a dream about you last night."
"Oh shit, ...really?"
"Really," she replied, kissing the head again, now covered in her saliva. "We were at the club," she continued, her hand massaging up and down, teasing his member with soft touches and gentle strokes, "In one of the private rooms and..." she pulled her long hair behind her ear so he could see her face as she kissed the tip, a wet, sloppy, passionate kiss, "and I was doing this to you..." She closed her lips around the head again and heard Harper groaning as she pulled back with a pop. "The only difference was that your hand was here." She took his hand and led it to the opening in her long skirt, where the immaculate skin of her soft, warm thighs, rose with goosebumps under his touch. He was impatient, and quickly moved up to grab her ass as her tongue came out, circling the mushroom head before working its way down his spit-covered shaft. His hand slid down her peachy bottom slowly, feeling the warmth emanating from her crotch on his wrist as he lingered at the back of her thighs for a while, relishing the incredible smoothness of her skiing before returning to roam all over her plump, juicy butt.
Lily was sensuously lapping at his ballsack while her little hand tenderly stroked the sticky prick above her head. She dragged her tongue across the line dividing the two testicles and heard Harper groan with pleasure so she did it again, enjoying the way he squeezed and spread her ass cheeks while she traced the wrinkly lines of his scrotum with the tip of her tongue before finally coming back up to swallow his manhood again.
Squirming and grunting, Harper found the courage to go for her pussy and pressed down on the tight cotton fabric, drawing little circles with his ring and middle finger until it became warm and damp with her arousal. "Mmmmm," she moaned in response, slowly bobbing on the head a couple of times, feeling him raising his hips to meet her mouth while he muttered, “Oh my God, this is really happening… it’s really happening...”
“Yes, it is,” she laughed, a string of spit connecting her bottom lip to the tip as she pulled back. “I know you probably dreamed of this too, so let’s make the most of it, okay?” Her tiny right hand kept stroking him as she reached back with the left and guided his under her underwear. She let out a little gasp when his fingers made contact with her wet lips and, looking up straight into his eyes she swept her tongue up the length of his dick before putting it right back into her mouth.
With that tacit permission, Harper began rubbing away at Lily’s juicy clit and, encouraged even further by the way she kept moaning around his cock, he went as far as to dip his middle finger inside, all the way up to the knuckle. Lily squirmed reciprocated by getting as much of his cock as she could in her mouth, her tongue lashing at the base where the shaft met the tightened balls, completely coated with her saliva. Then she gave him a sultry look with those amazing hazel green eyes of hers and said, "You taste amazing."
"Oh fuck, I'm close, I'm so close," he warned, having been quickly driven to the edge by that sultry remark and Lily's gentle, lovely mouth wrapped around the very top of his pulsating member. Suddenly his free hand grabbed a handful of her hair and pushed her head down with desperation. Lily complied with his tacit demand and gobbled him up into her wet mouth. Halfway down, she stopped, retreating back up before going down on it again. Her throat was still sore after the experience of that morning, but Harper's size was nothing compared to Marko's, so she had no trouble taking him all the way in her throat, until his balls reached her lips. "Oh fuck, oh shit, you’re so fucking food at this!" she heard him groan as she pulled back a little, keeping herself still as he steadied into a smooth rhythm of thrusting up into her wide open, dripping mouth. "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum in your mouth!" he growled, thrusting one final time.
Lily closed her lips, moaning and slurping in agreement as his fingers slipped under the crotch of her panties and found her wet little hole. Her eyes closed shut as she braced herself for the incoming load and Harper groaned like a wounded animal, burying two fingers deep in Lily's cunt before the first hot string of semen exploded in the back of her throat. Instinctively, she held on tighter to his thigh and pulled back a bit, closing her lips tightly with about half of Harper's cock still in her mouth as it continued to fill it up with thick spurts of cum. More and more kept coming out until the sheer amount of it was too much for her cheeks, and Lily started to groan as it began to leak out of the corners of her mouth.
"Oh shit, oh fuck..." the college kid was still repeating as his body went limp and his fingers slipped out of her pussy. He fell back on the couch and Lily finally let go of him, holding her hand to her mouth to avoid spilling cum all over herself and the furniture, but doing a poor job of it. "Oh shit, hold on, let me get you something," Harper said, realizing she was looking for a place to spit. After tripping over his bundled up jeans, he got to the trash bin, but by the time he gave it to Lily there were already streaks of cum and spit running down her chin and neck, and her black top had little wet, white stains all over it.
"Jesus! That was a lot," Lily laughed after putting the bin down, cuddling next to Harper on the couch. “Did you cum that much last night too?”
"Yeah, sorry," the college kid apologized as he awkwardly pulled his pants up, "I didn't mean to-- you know, that fast."
Lily made him put his arm back around her shoulder and leaned in to kiss him on the cheek. "Don't' worry about it," she said, resting her head on his chest, "It was nice."
Harper sighed with relief and the two of them shared a quiet moment together. To anyone watching, it would've seemed a completely peaceful scene, but in reality, Harper was still freaking about that gorgeous woman being there with him, and she was just as anxious, knowing she had now officially cheated on the man that, up until a couple of days ago, she thought of as her future husband and love of her life.
Terrified of ruining the moment, Harper kept quiet and chose to hold her close instead of saying something dumb, completely unaware that Lily's mind was in turmoil, praising and chastising herself at the same time for having gone through with it. Her panties were wet and all of her body was burning with lust, but she had deliberately chosen to only pleasure Harper and not herself because, somewhere in the back of her mind, it still felt wrong,and she felt like she didn't deserve it for herself.
After a few minutes they started to talk again, both of them a little more relaxed, but the conversation quickly died down and an awkward silence fell upon the unlikely couple. Harper was a really nice guy, but it was starting to dawn on Lily that they didn’t have too much in common, as was to be expected from two people with such dissimilar backgrounds and in completely different stages of their lives. Luckily for them, Harper's phone started to ring. He exchanged a few words with someone and said, "I'll let you know," before hanging up.
Lily's raised eyebrows asked the question for her. "That was my friend Camila," he said, "she and her boyfriend are going out tonight and they wanted me to go with them."
“Does the boyfriend want you there too?”
“Well, yeah, he’s my best friend.”
"Oh, okay. So are you going?"
"Well, I mean, I don't know. Do you want to go? I mean I'm cool with staying here or..."
'Of course you are, I just sucked your dick,' Lily laughed to herself. "I don't see why not. What's the plan?"
"Oh just like, dinner and then, maybe like a club or something. It's what they usually do."
"That sounds fun."
"Are you sure?"
"Of course! I could use a distraction right now. Or are you ashamed to introduce me to your friends because I'm a stripper?
Harper's face contorted into a grimace of regret. "No! Of course I'm not ashamed of you! I would never be!"
"Then what's the problem?"
"It's... them, they can be assholes sometimes."
“What do you mean?”
“They’re just like… I don’t know, extroverts. They’re both really in shape and outgoing, they dress in cool clothes and they’re good dancers, they can make friends with anyone and they’re always making fun of me because I’m… well, none of those things.”
"But they're your friends, right?"
"Yeah."
"Then let's go have fun. They can't be that bad if they like you, right?"
"Right," he replied with the same hesitant tone.
"Okay, so dinner and then clubbing. I'm gonna go get ready," she said, genuinely excited to distract herself for a few hours, not thinking of Charlie or what she'd just done.
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"What kind of club are we going to?" she asked from inside Harper's bedroom about 20 minutes later, standing in front of her open suitcase in nothing but a lacy black thong, completely unaware that her shy new lover had been pacing outside the door that entire time, ceaselessly pondering if he should act like an Alpha and go in there without asking, or continue to be a gentleman and wait to be invited in. "Uh, it's just like a regular dancing club I guess... I think Thursdays are country nights or something."
"Country night, huh?" she replied faintly. Harper continued to pace around the apartment for what seemed like an eternity, going as far as grabbing his bedroom door's handle a couple of times before chickening out. Finally, after he had given up and gone back to the couch, he heard the door open and the sound of heels clacking on the wooden floor.
"So... how do I look?" Lily said, posing on the wall with one of his cowboy shirts draped over the tightest black leather pants the young man had ever seen. Black ankle boots and an old dark greyish cowboy hat complemented the outfit.
"I... uh..."
"I hope you don't mind me borrowing some of your stuff," she added, seductively playing with the edges of the red, white and blue shirt as she sashayed in his direction.
"That's... actually, uh, not my--"
"I'm kidding!" she laughed, taking the big garish shirt off and throwing it at him. "I'm not feeling that colorful anyway,” she said, her tight little body now looking even more succulent in nothing but a tight black top that left her shoulders and most of her back uncovered. “I'm keeping the hat though, it goes well with the black and grey vibe I've got going on today."
"Uh, yeah, sure," Harper replied distractedly as she twirled for him, hypnotized by the way the tight leather showed off the shape of her toned thighs and her incredible, peachy butt, and how under the bright ceiling light the clear shape of her pointy nipples poking the fabric made it obvious that she had not bothered to put on a bra on. Lily couldn't help but giggle at his shocked expression and jumped onto his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Do I look good enough for your friends, or are they gonna make fun of me too?" the sexy brunette joked, wiggling her hips while Harper's erection poked her butt from underneath. His eyes were drawn to the shiny red shade of lipstick on her lips and suddenly she kissed him on the mouth, still rubbing herself on his dick while he wrapped his arms around her back. As the kiss continued and intensified, she felt her body getting warm and his hand moving towards her braless chest and suddenly she had to put a stop to it.
"Harper, um, this is nice but I thought we were going out with your friends..."
"Oh... right, yeah, we should probably go."
Lily giggled at the sight of Harper’s boner as he got off the couch. She put on another, more discreet gray shirt with little white dots and checked her phone one more time.
28 missed calls, the screen read.
“Ready to go?” Harper asked, grabbing her hand.
She wiped the notifications clear and said, “Absolutely.”
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Harper's friends were not what Lily had been expecting, especially after his comments about them being assholes back at the apartment. Walking into the bar, she immediately recognized Grant from the strip club. He was one of the first guys that had started to bang on the table to demand she’d be given a second chance to strip after botching her first attempt. Grant was taller than Harper, better looking, and a lot more muscular too; very comfortable in his own skin and undeniably charming, despite his loud personality and typical white frat boy demeanor. Sitting next to him on the opposite side of the table was Camila, his girlfriend, a very fit and sultry 24 year old brunette with light brown skin, long black hair, big juicy lips and an infectious laugh that came out often amongst sarcastic comments and off-color jokes. The couple seemed perfectly nice and welcoming, even after an initial awkward moment when Camila mentioned that the hat Lily was wearing was actually hers —leaving all kinds of questions unanswered about her relationship with Harper— but the conversation seemed to flow easily between the four of them, even if Camila dominated it for the most part. She had an air of authority about her like one of those people that control every room they're in. Grant seemed content to be quiet for the most part, apart from chiming in with a dumb pun every now and then. Lily could not help but feel a little awkward around him. It was tough to try and have a normal conversation with a guy who had seen her go wild on stage. Every now and then he would look at her from across the table and she could feel him undressing her with his eyes. Not that she was unaccustomed to that, a lot of guys she met did that on a regular basis, the difference was that this one in particular actually knew just exactly what was under her clothes.
"So Lily, what's it like being a stripper?" Camilla asked at one point, completely out of the blue. Lily wasn’t sure if she was genuinely asking or if the question was meant as a subtle insult, but thankfully by that point she was several margaritas in and thus feeling a lot more comfortable around both of Harper’s friends.
"I prefer to think of myself as an exotic dancer," she said, assuming her fake identity as a stripper with the ease of a seasoned actress.
"Heh, okay, but it's the same thing, isn't it?"
Harper cut in. "Camila, stop it." The tired tone with which he said it made Lily feel like he had issued that warning many times.
"It's okay," Lily said, trying to alleviate the tension, "She's right. And I'm used to people having strong opinions about what I do."
"Oh honey, no, it's not like that at all. I support all types of sex work. I actually dabbled in webcamming myself for a while when I started college."
"Oh really? What made you stop?"
"Well, the money was good but I just got tired of having to put up with all the bullshit, the fucked up things guys say to you when they look at you just as a fantasy. I mean, I don't think I need to tell you about how fucking creepy some men can be. And I can't even imagine what it must be like to have to deal with all of that in person."
"Yeah, well, it pays the bills..." Lily replied before awkwardly sipping from her drink.
"So do you just dance or do you also..." Camila made a blowjob gesture while Harper gave her the evil eye from across the table.
"Um, no, I just-- I just dance," Lily lied, unsure about what part of that answer was the actual lie.
"Huh, interesting."
"Why is that interesting?"
"Oh it's just that you don't look like a stripper at all, and you don't talk like a stripper either."
"But she sure as hell can move like one," Grant chimed in before bursting into laughter.
"You're making her uncomfortable," Harper said through clenched teeth.
"Oh come on, in her line of work? She's probably seen, heard and done more than all three of us combined. Right, Lily?
"Heh, right," Lily replied, sipping from her glass. She was starting to feel a little dizzy, but she wasn't in the mood for food, she hadn't been since the fight with Charlie, so after eating only a couple of chips with guacamole she had been focused exclusively on the margaritas. "But no, I don't get paid to do that."
"So you do it for free then!" The couple started laughing and Lily couldn't help but chuckle a little. "So do I, sister!" Camila held out her hand so Lily could high five it. She hesitated for a moment before finally giving in and laughing along with them.
"I guess you were right, baby," she then said to her boyfriend.
Lily looked puzzled. "Right about what?"
"We had a bet going on about if you were an escort or something."
"Yeah, we just never expected Harper to start dating a stripper."
Harper reacted like he had just seen a ghost. "Oh, we're not--"
"We're just friends, good friends," Lily interrupted, grabbing his hand.
"Well, whatever you two are, he's fucking lucky because you're so out of his league, it's ridiculous."
"Aww, thank you, but that's not true."
"Girl, shut up, you're fucking gorgeous. Like perfume ad gorgeous, Victoria's secret angel gorgeous! Shit, I'm losing all of my confidence just sitting here with you."
"Oh stop it, you're pretty hot yourself. You're both really hot. And so are you, Harper."
The blonde young man smiled awkwardly, it was obvious he was not happy with where the conversation had gone, nor with the way Camilla kept flirting with Lily. He knew his friends too well, and it was so easy to recognize that glint in Camilla’s eyes as she checked Lily out time and time again. Grant had a reputation since high school for fucking anything that moved and, considering he had already seen Lily naked, he didn’t even have to wonder about him.
"And you seem very familiar," Camila continued, "I feel like I know you from somewhere."
Lily tried her best not to appear rattled, even though getting recognized after her stunt at the Milky Mermaid was the thing she feared the most at that moment. "I've done some modeling, maybe you've seen me on the side of a bus stop or something," she laughed awkwardly. "So what's living in Vegas like?" she quickly added, desperate to change the topic.
"Pretty boring actually," Camila reached for another chip. "The whole city is a tourist trap, obviously, but for the people who grow up here it's like, you've seen one casino, you've seen all of them.”
“Right, that makes sense.”
“How about you, where did you grow up?"
"L.A., but I was born in Britain," Lily replied, immediately regretting giving a truthful answer. 'Stupid, so stupid!' she screamed in her head.
"Oh that's interesting, I wouldn't never have guessed that's where you come from."
"Right, because I have no accent."
"No, because the British are famous for being so serious and repressed, and you..." Lily felt a leg brushing up on hers, "You seem like a girl who likes to have fun."
They locked eyes for a moment, an attraction for Camilla now blossoming inside Lily, much to her own surprise. After a moment, she noticed Harper’s troubled expression, and she looked away.
"Heh, a little bit," Lily smiled, her cute face blushing as Camila's leg continued to tease her. She felt Harper squeeze her hand as if to say, "Just hang in there," and she had to change the subject again. "So what are we doing after this, huh?"
"We're going dancing! Ready to show us your moves?"
"I've seen her moves," Grant chuckled again.
"Shut up, man," Harper complained. "We don't have to go, Lily, if you're not feeling--"
"Sure," Lily replied, "I haven't been to a club in so long. It sounds like fun."
---
From their private second floor lounge, the two couples could see most of the people dancing in the warehouse-turned-nightclub below. It had been a few years since Lily had been to a club like that and she'd felt out of place at first, but with a little more time the fact that she was surrounded by younger people began to have an exhilarating effect on her. Now she was more than enjoying herself.
By the time the foursome was done with their fourth round of shots, she was already slurring, knocking over bottles trying to sit on their private bar and laughing hysterically at the dumb remarks about some of the people there that Camila kept whispering in her ear. Harper's sexy friend had been talking non-stop and almost exclusively at Lily. After the thing with the leg back at the bar, Lily wasn't quite sure what her intentions were, but she was funny and engaging, and she was keeping her mind off Charlie and the cute asian girl that could be in bed with him right now.
She was having so much fun that she had almost stopped thinking about him and all of those text messages of his she had read on the way there. Long-winded texts that basically amounted to a bunch of "Come back"s and "I miss you"s, but without a single apology in any of them. Noticing her sudden dour mood as they sat in the back of Grant's car, Camila had asked her if she was feeling okay, and Lily had lied, saying it she just had a bit of a headache.
"Does your head still hurt?" The olive-skinned girl said, her hand landing on Lily's thigh as she leaned in, her lips brushing against her earlobe, sending shivers through her body just as she was about to take the last sip of her drink. “That pill I gave you in the car should’ve kicked in by now.”
"Umm, no..." Lily replied, her pale cheeks glowing red after realizing Harper, Grant and the waiter were all watching Camila slowly rub her leather-clad thigh and breathing down her neck, "I feel a lot better, actually, like... I don't know... warmer?" She had taken off her shirt just a few minutes ago, revealing a tight black sleeveless top that left the top half of her beautifully pale back and skinny but ripped arms exposed, and Camila hadn't left her side since.
"Then it's working," the brunette seductress laughed, squeezing Lily's flesh before planting a kiss on her bare shoulder.
"Uh... what? What is working?" Lily replied, her heartbeat rising as Camila's kisses slowly made their way to her neck. Not only were Grant and Harper still watching, but the guys sitting on the next lounge had taken notice too. Again, Camila leaned in close, pressing her big boobs on Lily's arm before softly explaining, "I just gave you a little something to help you relax."
"Wh-what?" she asked, surprised by the revelation, but even more so by her own subdued reaction to it. She should've been panicking or yelling at Camila, appalled that she would so casually drug someone she had just met. And yet she wasn't mad at all, on the contrary, she found it kind of funny.
Harper's friend put the tip of her finger on Lily's shoulder and then slowly drew an S-shaped line down her arm, "You feeling it yet?". She was definitely feeling something, goosebumps all over her arm and a warm, fuzzy feeling everywhere else. "I think that's a yes," Grant laughed as the pale beauty covered her blushed face with two hands, trying to get a grip of what she was experiencing.
"Hey, are you okay?" Harper asked with concern, but by the time he had gotten closer to her, Camila had already gotten up, pulling Lily with her. "She's fine, she just wants to dance. Right, Lily?"
Lily nodded with a dumb little smile on her face. Her feet suddenly felt like they were floating and the rest of her body was already moving to the music on its own. "See? She loves it," Camila said to Harper as Lily began to show off her moves. Slowly but surely, the drugged beauty was lured in by the music. She started giggling and twirling around, holding on to her cowboy hat while shaking her booty, showing off that succulent ass and tight little body with every step and turn.
"Stop worrying so much,” Camilla told Harper while they both enjoyed the show Lily was putting on. “You're lucky a girl like her even looked in your direction. Now try to enjoy it."
Camila grabbed Lily and the two couples made their way down to the dance floor. Harper couldn't stop worrying, even though Lily looked like she was having the time of her life. "Are you sure you're okay?" he kept asking, barely moving amidst the crowd.
"Yeah, I feel amazing! I mean I don't usually do drugs but, hey, no use fighting it now. Plus, we're celebrating, right?"
"Uh, celebrating what?"
"That I'm single!"
For a club that had been advertised to her as having a "Country Night", the venue didn’t do much to cater to the theme. The club was an odd mix of old warehouse and new industrial cool, it was purposefully dark to encourage behavior like Camilla’s and the music being played was mostly pop and hip hop. But at that point she couldn't have cared less, happy to shake her stuff under the bright spot lights next to Camila, and bumping into the rest of the sweaty dancers, her mind finally free of guilt or pain for the first time in that entire day.
"Are you sure you don't--"
"Jesus, Harper, stop being such a buzzkill!" Camila interrupted, "what she needs is another drink. Right, Lily?"
"Yes! I am SO thirsty!" she replied distractedly before going into a twirl that almost ended with her on the floor.
"You heard her. Why don't you go with him, baby?" she said, turning to Grant with a wink.
Harper sighed. "Okay, I'll be right back."
Camila's sexy moves and Lily's tight, but surprisingly curvy frame had not gone unnoticed by the men around them, and as soon as Grant and Harper left to get more drinks, they were approached by a group of guys who immediately cut in to dance with the two hotties. Lily took Camila's lead and went with it, acting friendly with the handsome, dark-haired stranger who was trying to impress her with his moves. It was all innocent enough until he put his hand on her waist and pulled her closer. Right then everything seemed to slow down for Lily, as if some hidden switch within her had just been activated. She felt her arms floating around her, her feet barely touching the floor, colors becoming shockingly brighter and more saturated before her eyes. The music got louder too, her own heartbeat even louder on top of it. It was like her body was dancing on its own, becoming one with the music.
'Oh shit... I'm so high...', Lily thought, realizing that, whatever it was that Camila had given her, had just kicked in in full force. Suddenly her body was pressed against that man whose face she couldn't see clearly, and it felt amazing. His warmth, his movements, his texture. 'Oh God, I can feel... EVERYTHING.'
She looked over her shoulder at Camila, who was twerking on a tall black man, his big hands dangerously close to her juicy tits. The sight would've normally shocked Lily, after all, Camila's boyfriend was supposed to be back any second, but instead she found herself becoming aroused by it. She turned around to see them better, her temperature increasing while she watched in awe as those big, strong hands roamed up and down the sexy 24-year-old's curves, while her own dance partner's arms wrapped around her stomach and pulled her close. Lily was already sweating, but Camila looked so loose and cool, smiling back at her as she swayed her hips and mouthed the lyrics to the song. She was hypnotizing, and as Lily continued to watch her, everything around them seemed like it was covered by a sheen of something she could not recognize, as if she had just stepped into a parallel universe where everyone was more attractive and all of her five senses were heightened.
As she reflected on this, she became lost in her own imagination, picturing what Camila and that buff stranger would look like in bed. "I'm Joshua, what's your name, gorgeous?" the man holding her said just behind her ear. Lily snapped out of the fantasy, her legs trembling as he finished that last word, her pussy getting wet as if she had just heard the hottest thing in the world. She was amazed at what was happening to her, that he had almost brought her to climax just by speaking into her ear. Where had all of those amazing sensations she was experiencing been her entire life? Everything felt so powerful, so amplified, as if she had only been experiencing a simulation of real life up until that very moment.
Now craving for more, she raised her arms and wrapped them around Joshua's neck, her butt pushing against his crotch like it was drawn by a magnet, while the rhythm of the music swayed their bodies from side to side. "I'm Lily..." she said, closing her eyes and bringing his head down to her neck. Right in the middle of the dance floor, it felt like there was no one else there but her and that stranger breathing down her neck. She could feel every cell in her body awakening, coming alive in a way she had never known to be possible. The drops of sweat on her forehead, her smooth hair resting on her shoulder, her nipples hardening against the soft fabric of her top, her pussy getting wetter every second; she could feel every little thing happening, and it was all so new and powerful and amazing.
She opened her eyes to find Camila right in front of her, smiling as the black guy holding her kissed her neck. "You like it?"
"Like what?"
"The shit I gave you, doesn't it feel incredible?"
"I..." Lily struggled to find the words as Camila's face began to get closer. It was as if she was seeing everything in slow motion, those full, glossy lips getting closer and closer until they were on top of hers and suddenly she was kissing a girl. A woman was kissing her for the first time in her life, and what was even wilder than that was that she was kissing her back. 'Her lips... so... soft...' she thought as Camila held on to the back of her head and pulled her closer, their kiss becoming sloppy and frenzied as their respective dance partner's high fived each other. "Fuck, that's hot!" she heard them saying, but their voices sounded like they were coming from far away. Even as Joshua began to rub himself on her butt, Lily was solely focused on Camila and her lips, so soft and juicy, her tongue so wet and pleasing. Kissing her was so different, and it became even more of a thrill when she started hearing more people around them enjoying the spectacle and cheering them on, causing flashbacks from the Milky Mermaid to rush to her mind.
'Why did I wait so long to try this,' she wondered as Camila finally pulled back. 'To try this. All of this... I've been afraid for so long, but now I feel… so awake!'
"Do it again!" Someone shouted, snapping her out of her lustful trance. "Grab her butt!" shouted another stranger
Suddenly the lights seemed even brighter, painfully so, and every set of eyes staring at her felt like needles on her skin. What was she doing, kissing a woman in public, letting some stranger grab her in front of everyone. This was nothing like what she had felt at the strip club, that had been fun and liberating, but this was just reckless, dangerous even. 'What if someone recognizes me, what if someone is recording...'
"Hey, where are you going? I was just having little fun with you!" she heard Camila shout from behind as she pushed her way through the crowd. Harper finally came back with the drinks, but Lily was already up the stairs. Her heart was beating a million miles per hour and every cell in her body felt like it was begging her to go back to Camila, but what little control she still had over herself told her she couldn't be out in the open like that again.
There was a line for the bathroom and she waited there, not because she needed to, but because she had nowhere else to go. The old habit of pulling her phone out while waiting in line crept up on her, even in her altered state, and when the dozens of new messages from Charlie jumped at her she could not bear to look at them. She felt remorse, fear, regret, but most of all she just wanted to hide from the entire world.
The line was taking too long and Lily's anxiety kept growing so she started walking aimlessly, clumsily bumping into people moving the opposite way, dizzy and completely overwhelmed by the constant, unrelenting stimulus of blinding lights, deafening music and the smell of hundreds of sweaty people dancing and moving all over the place until finally she found refuge in a small nook just around the corner with a black leather loveseat and a little glass table. The whole place spun around her as she dropped onto the couch. From that spot she could see most of the east side of the second level while still feeling a little bit hidden from most of them, and now that she wasn't as exposed she started to calm down. The moment of panic had passed, ‘Get a grip, Lily, you’re supposed to be having fun’ she told herself. Slowly, she started to feel better again, to enjoy the cool feeling of the leather on her skin, the colorful lights dancing in the air, drawing incredible shapes before her eyes.
"Hey you! Finally found you!"
---
Harper had followed Camila to the second floor, looking for Lily. He was extremely worried, still holding on to both drinks as they bumped their way through groups of rowdy and drunk people yelling over the music and dancing in their place, as if delivering those drinks was the most important mission in the world..
"I can't fucking believe you, Camila. How much did you give her?"
"Just what I usually take. Not my fault she's such a lightweight."
"Because she's not like you!"
"Ugh, she's a fucking stripper, Harper, not some princess that needs you to rescue her.”
"She's not a stripper, she's-- you know what, forget it."
"Oh look, there's your innocent little princess," Camila laughed, nodding towards Lily, who was now sitting on a guy's lap. The same guy she'd been dancing with downstairs.
"Lily! Lily!' Harper shouted before a big man got in his way. There were a lot of people crammed in that space, plus all of the ones in line for the bathroom, and getting to the spot where those two were was proving to be almost impossible.
"Hey, stop shouting in my ear, you psycho!" one of the guys in front of him complained.
"Who the fuck is that?"
"Just some rando she was dancing with while you were off being a good servant... I wonder where his friend went, he was super hot."
"You told me to go get her another drink!"
"And you immediately ran to go get it. That's the problem with you, Harper, it's why you never get the girl. You're always off somewhere trying to please them while a real man swoops in to actually do it."
Harper sighed. "Is that why you left me for Grant?"
"Yep."
"You're so mean."
"I'm honest."
"Excuse me, excuse me, I just need to get through here. No, I'm not trying to jump in line, I just need to get to my-- my friend.”
Lily didn't seem to notice them, she was too busy giggling idiotically with the guy's arms around her. She was smiling, but Harper could tell she was very fucked up, leaning on the guy to keep herself from falling down, throwing her arms around wildly after every sentence that he couldn't hear. They seemed to be discussing something about her phone, until the stranger took it from her hand and slowly slipped it into her back pocket. His hand stayed right there on her ass cheek while she stared at him in confusion, but then he pulled her to him and they started to kiss.
"What the-- hey! Hey, let me through!" Harper yelled as he desperately tried to push his way to them. He slipped in between a couple dancing and in his haste he tripped on something and crashed into the back of a skinny white kid, who then ended up crashing into another guy, causing a domino effect that ended with a girl's drink being spilled all over her dress.
"Harper, calm the fuck down!" Camilla shouted, but it was too late, a crowd of angry people had surrounded him and he was getting pushed left and right.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to!" he kept apologizing, still struggling to see what was going on with Lily even while everyone around him yelled and threatened him. But despite his efforts he couldn't see her anymore, both her and the stranger were gone. His heart completely sunk, and suddenly there was a huge man grabbing him by the collar and pulling him away from the crowd.
"What the--"
"Shut the fuck up. You buyin' my girl another drink or I'mma break yo' face."
"Okay, sure, here's the money, I can give you the--"
"Nah, fuck that," the angry man said while he easily manhandled Harper, "you' gon’ get it yourself.”
Harper had no choice but to comply, and in his hurry to make his way downstairs and buy the drink as quickly as possible, he pissed off a bunch of people around him and almost started another scene just like the previous one. By the time he got back to where Lily had been, there was no sight of her, the man, or Camilla. Harper looked for her in every nook and cranny, all over the second floor. He asked if anyone had seen her, lying about why he was so desperate to find her until finally, one of the waiters told him he had seen a hot girl in leather pants and a cowboy hat making out with someone in the men's bathroom.
Harper's heart was hammering inside his chest as he pushed and shoved his way there. He made it past all the people in line for the bathroom, ignoring what they were yelling at him, completely focused on his mission. The bright, fluorescent light bouncing off the white tiles blinded him for a second after her stormed inside, and so he heard them first, the two of them panting, Lily moaning, the guy grunting. He rubbed his eyes and finally saw the man's back turned to the door, and Lily with her leather pants down to her knees, leaning on the sink counter, the fat of her bare ass cheeks squished against the ceramic and a hairy arm moving between her thighs. She noticed him, the guy didn't, too busy fondling Lily's breasts through her top with one hand and rubbing her pussy with the other. Harper froze for a second, Lily's glassy eyes locked on his, her hand gripping the faucet tightly to keep herself in place, her mouth in the shape of an O, all of her petite form strained and writhing while that man continued to play with her, completely unaware of being watched.
Someone knocked angrily on the door. "What the fuck, man, I gotta take a piss!"
Still focused on Harper, Lily moaned out loud and wrapped her arm around the guy's neck, taking her other hand off the faucet to grab his cock through his pants. "Mmm, girl, you’re so fucking wet," the man said, the clang of his buckle being undone ringing in Harper's ears before he dropped his pants and put his cock on Lily's hand. She smiled at Harper and slurred, “Is this what you wanted, Charlie? Happy now?” before her glassy eyes turned to the pale sausage in her hand. ‘Charlie? Who the fuck is Charlie? Is she talking to me or him?’ a confused Harper thought, trying to figure out what he should do while she pressed the tip against her wet lips, sighing as she teased herself with it. “Mmm, put it in me, give Charlie what he wants,” Lily moaned, aligning the stranger’s cock with her entrance, but just as the guy was about to stick it in, Harper jumped and got in the way.
"Stop! She's with me!" he yelled. The man turned to face him with his cock still hard and it was clear that he was completely unimpressed by the manly voice Harper had tried to put on. "Get the fuck outta here!" he yelled, moving menacingly towards Harper while trying to pull his pants up.
"N--no!" Harper shouted back, shaking. "I'm taking her with--" The man's fist hit him right under the left eye. He didn't even see it coming, it was like someone had shut the lights off and now that they were on again he was leaning on the back wall with a sharp pain all over his face. Harper saw Lily behind the man coming at him again, she was struggling to stay on her feet, almost completely out of it. "I said get the fuck out!" the man yelled. He managed to dodge the blow this time but tripped over himself in the process. He looked up, the guy was standing right over him, his dick still out, getting ready to punch him again. Harper reached for the door knob just in time.
"Hey, what the fuck are you perverts doing?" he heard a voice shouting, "People are waiting out here!"
"What the fuck, man!"
"Get a room you pieces of shit!"
People started coming inside while Harper struggled to get back on his feet. His head hurt, his ears were still ringing and when he finally stood up he realized there was blood all over his shirt.
"Hey man, are you okay? You look like shit!"
"Y--yeah, I'm... where's... where's Lily?"
"Who?"
"Lily, where's... where is she? I..."
"Dude, you better sit down, your nose is bleeding"
"No, I'm fine, I'm... I'm..."
"Shit, I think you need an ambulance."
"I'm fine... Lily... where is..."
Everything went black. It felt like it was only for a second, but when he opened his eyes again he was someplace else. Some sort of office at the back of the club, as evidenced by the loud thumping of the music coming from behind the wall.
"Hey, you shouldn't get up, there's an ambulance on the way," a young guy stacking cases of beer told him.
"What? No, I'm fine, I don't need an--"
"You don't look fine to me, bro."
"I just need some fresh air," Harper said, stumbling to the door marked Emergency Exit. Once outside, the cool air awoke the sting on the left side of his face. He leaned on the pink wall and took out his phone to see if Lily had left him any messages. There was nothing. Completely defeated, he took out a cigarette and lit it, letting out a long sigh of frustration before taking the first drag. Then he heard it, a familiar giggling just around the corner. His heart stopped. Was it--? Could it be? He took a couple of wobbly steps and heard more voices coming from the same direction. He made his way to the back of the parking lot, terrified of what those wet sounds could be. And just as he turned the corner his worst fears were realized.
Lily was right there next to a red Mustang, the guy from the bathroom behind her, kissing her neck, fondling her breasts, another guy in front of her, unbuttoning her pants. Harper thought he heard her telling them to stop, but her speech was so slurred he couldn't be sure. He moved closer, being silent and careful, not wishing to announce his presence yet. First he had to figure out a way to get her. 'I'm rescuing her' he told himself.
And yet, the closer he got, the less she looked in need of rescuing. Lily was holding the guy's head tight against her neck, the one behind her helping the guy in front pull her tight leather pants down. Harper took cover behind a pickup truck parked next to the Mustang and peeked over the back just as the guys turned Lily around and pressed her against the passenger window. "Wait..." she mumbled, a little clearer this time, as they spread her legs and rubbed her cunt from behind. "I have a boyfriend..." she told them, turning around to face them. She could barely keep her eyes open. The guy from the bathroom pulled out his dick and put Lily's hand on it, he made her stroke it while his friend did the same with her other hand. She was so fucked up that it was like her hands were moving on their own, completely disassociated from the rest of her. "I haf boyfrnd..." she kept slurring as one of them shoved a finger inside. The other one grabbed her chin and started kissing her while jerking off with her hand. "We'r gon get married..." she said as they slowly brought her down to her knees.
Harper began to panic, he started looking around for a weapon, anything he could use while the two men rubbed their pricks across Lily's pretty face, the fucked up girl still mumbling about her boyfriend as they tried to get her mouth open.
"Hey! Leave her alone!" Harper yelled, finally coming out of the shadows with a big rock in his hand. The guy from the bathroom recognized him immediately. "You again?" he said, noticing what he was holding up. "You think that's gonna do anything?" He started moving towards Harper. "Give me your best shot."
Harper raised his arm and cocked it back, ready to throw. The guy was already sprinting, his friend close behind. "Now I'm really gonna fuck you up!" Harper closed his eyes and threw the rock with everything he had. There was a crash, and the sound of breaking glass. The two men stopped in their tracks, the pickup truck's alarm blaring across the parking lot, the flashing headlights illuminating the little pieces of windshield scattered on the asphalt.
"You fucking idiot!"
"Man, fuck this shit, let's go!"
Harper ran behind them and picked Lily up just as the Mustang was peeling out of there. A few members of the club's staff came out to see what was going on, but Harper had already turned the corner, carrying Lily in his arms like some sort of action hero while she mumbled something unintelligible with her head hanging off his arm.
---
"Lily spent the next 20 minutes on the passenger seat being loud and obnoxiously drunk. She couldn't stop talking about how much fun she had had and how amazing she felt, completely unconcerned for what had happened in the parking lot.
"Where are we? Are we home?" she asked when the car stopped.
"Umm, no, there's still a long way to go, but I figured you could use some coffee, maybe some food too?"
"Coffee?" she slurred, "This is a bank, silly, they're not gonna give us coffee here!"
"Heh, no, not here. The diner is on the next block, I just couldn't find anywhere else to park."
"You're silly, Harper! You're so stupid!"
"Yeah, maybe I am..." he said as he helped her out of the vehicle.
The drunken, drug-addled brunette continued to laugh as Harper helped her across the street, and she insisted that she could walk on her own as they stepped on the long, slate walkway that connected the two wings of a small shopping mall. Harper let her go but still followed closely just in case.
"I had so much fun tonight!" she laughed, her rowdy voice amplified in all that empty space, bouncing off the arches and window storefronts with the lights turned off. "I didn't even think of Charlie at all!"
Harper saw her stumble and jumped to catch her, but she managed to hold on to one of the beige columns along the way. "Did you have fun?" she said, holding on to the pillar like a shipwreck survivor. "Hey, what happened to your face?"
"Oh, I... it's nothing. I'm fine."
"Hey, hey..." the drunken girl said in a dramatically different tone. She straightened herself and went to him. "Are you okay? Was this my fault?" she said, drunken little hands clumsily checking his face.
"No, I just, I should've been smarter, I--"
"Oh! Wait! Was it you with that guy in the bathroom? Did that really happen?"
Harper pulled back, away from her hands, but the casual way with which she said that stung more than the bruise under his eye.
"Oh no! It totally was my fault!" Lily shouted, her voice somehow even more boisterous than before. "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" She jumped into his arms and held on to his neck as she continued apologizing. "I'm sorry I got you hurt, Charlie was texting me and that guy was right there and I was so horny and confused and I wanted to cry and then suddenly we were in the bathroom and I just wanted to forget, I just wanted to feel good..."
"It's okay, Lily, really."
"NO, IT’S NOT OKAY!" she yelled right in his face. "I’M SO STUPID AND YOU’RE TOO GOOD TO ME!"
"What? No, Lily, you're..."
“I’M A WHORE! CHARLIE IS RIGHT, I’M JUST A DUMB, STUPID WHORE!”
"Hey, stop it, you're not a whore, you're just going through something."
"NO!" she cried out, pushing him out of the way and almost falling down in the process. "You don't understand, Harper, I'm not a stripper, I'm an actress! I've been lying to you, to everyone!" Lily looked completely out of control, like her limbs were moving on its own. "I'm supposed to be a good person, but before I met with you today I had already sucked two dicks. TWO DICKS! And then I sucked yours! So what does that say about me?"
Harper waited a couple of seconds before answering; she was too fucked up to engage with. Even though she sounded less drunk now, her eyes were still glassy and wandering, and her overall demeanor seemed completely out of control. "Um, I don't know, I don't think it says anything," he finally replied, figuring this was a talk better suited for the next day.
"IT SAYS I'M A FUCKING WHORE!" she cried out in desperation.
"Lily, just try to calm down. You'll feel better after you eat something, okay?"
"NOT UNTIL YOU ADMIT I'M A WHORE!"
"What? No, I would never--"
"STOP BEING SO NICE TO ME, YOU IDIOT!"
"Lily, let's just--"
"I'M A STUPID, RECKLESS WHORE THAT GOT YOU PUNCHED IN THE FACE AND YOU SHOULD HATE ME!"
"Lily, you're drunk," the college kid said, grabbing her hand and leading her forward, "Now come on, we're almost there."
"NO!" she yelled even louder, slipping from his grasp. Harper turned to see her desperately fighting the straps of her top and before he could get to her she had the thing down to her navel, her pale, perfectly perky little breasts out in the open.
"What are you doing? Anyone could be walking around here and--"
“I’M PROVING I’M A WHORE!”
Caught in the shock of the moment, Harper stood by as the fucked up hottie unzipped her leather pants and pulled them down to her knees. "I'm a whore, come and fuck me like one!" she demanded, her words startlingly full of determination.
"Lily, this is crazy, we're still on the street."
"Fuck me right here on the street like a whore!"
Harper hesitated. He looked around, no one had seen them, there was still time to get out of there without getting in trouble. He had already taken a big risk by breaking that truck's windshield, the last thing he needed right now was to get in trouble for this. And yet, his feet could not move because right there in front of him was the perfect woman, the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, with her flawless skin and pale shoulders, her well defined arms, ripped stomach and tight little frame, and that absolutely glorious pink and juicy pussy just dripping with arousal as she rubbed her clit right there in front of a jewelry store.
"What the fuck are you waiting for?!"
"Uh, we really can't do this here."
"If you won't fuck me someone else will." Lily started walking down the middle of the stone path, cupping both hands around her mouth to shout at the top of her lungs, "I'M A WHORE! I'M LILY THE WHORE! SOMEONE COME AND FUCK ME!!!"
"Stop it!" Harper yelled, throwing one arm around her waist before she could go any further and covering her mouth with his right hand. "Stop this right now!" he demanded. Lily stopped fighting and looked back at him, pressing her bare bottom against his crotch. Harper's hand relaxed and she took it away, "Be a fucking man and fuck me like the whore I am!" she said before turning to kiss him. Now that her body was pressed against his, the fight was gone from Harper. With her hands all over him they stumbled backwards until Harper bumped into the storefront, his hands glued to her butt, tightly squeezing those two plump and fleshy ass cheeks that had been driving him crazy all night long.
"Fuck me me right here on the street. Right here, right now," she ordered, her words drenched with lust, her little hand slipping under the hem of his jeans to stroke his hard on, "It's what a whore does."
"Oh fuck," was all Harper managed to say. He was completely caught in the moment now, letting her pull his pants down right there on the street, sighing softly as she pulled his cock out and rubbed the head on her wet slit. He tried to say something else, but that last plea for reason drowned in his throat as soon as Lily squatted in front of him and grabbed the base of his cock. "F--F--Fuck!" he exclaimed as the slight girl began to ravenously suck him off, gobbling up his dick like a woman possessed, the slurping sounds of her wet mouth echoing along the pathway. He was frozen in fear, shock, but mostly lust as the drug-addled actress proceeded to viciously lick every inch of his manhood, a completely different experience from the tender, adoring blowjob she'd given him earlier that day.
"Are you going to fuck me now?" She kept saying, rapidly corkscrewing her hand around the shaft to make him groan with pleasure.
"Y--yes..."
"Then stop screwing around and do it! Fuck me!"
Lily stood up and faced him, her eyes both mocking and daring him at the same time. "Do it, you fucking pussy!"
The words triggered something in him, a pent up rage he didn't even know was there suddenly burst out from every pore in his being and the fear of getting caught went away. It was anger and lust that took over as he violently turned Lily around and bent her over the waist. "Oh!" was all she managed to say, hugging the cold concrete pillar to keep herself from falling as he violently spread her legs and shoved his dick inside.
Finally, the dream of being inside the gorgeous angel he'd seen dancing on stage the night before was realized, and she had the tightest pussy he'd ever felt. The walls hugged and clenched around his dick so deliciously that, for a moment, he forgot who he was and where he was, all that mattered was the warm feeling of that wet little cave and the soft flesh of her butt surrendering between his fingers.
"YES, FUCK ME, FUCK YOUR WHORE!" Lily shouted into the night, snapping him out of it. Suddenly the rage was there again, coloring everything, and he pulled back, only to thrust deep inside savagely. "AH! AH! AAAH!" the petite girl cried out as he began brutally pummeling her without any mercy. "Take it, you fucking whore! You filthy fucking slut!" Harper grunted desperately, the words barely escaping from his clenched teeth as he squeezed the flesh of Lily's round buns between his fingers, his gaze fixed on how the fat on them rippled after every mercyless shove. Gone was the tenderness and all the romancing from before, now all he wanted to do was punish her with his cock, to make her scream with pain and pleasure, to prove to her, and all the other sluts who had mistreated and disrespect him throughout his life, that he was a real man.
"YES! YES! YES!" drunken Lily kept whining, her face squished against the hard pillar as her petite body was rammed from behind. "SHUT UP, SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Harper yelled back, his cock stabbing her tight cunt like a knife through a victim's chest. His right hand moved to cup one of her breasts and she shuddered, almost losing balance before he caught her and pulled her against his chest. Lily's nipples touched the cold column as he pressed her against it, ramming her as hard as he could with no regard for the well-being of her tiny body being crushed between him and the pillar. Then, his middle finger found her clit, sending lightning through her, and her walls clenched deliciously around him, stirring his thrusts while she let out a long shriek, announcing her climax.
"FUUUCK!" Lily jerked and moaned against the column, but Harper never slowed down. The shock of her orgasm coursed through both of them, her slick walls pulsating around his cock as he kept going, ravaging her and drawing out her orgasm until she lost track of everything, the world hazing out until she couldn't see or think, only feel. Even when she couldn’t stay on her feet, Harper never stopped fucking her forcefully, keeping her pinned against the column while gripping her breasts, pulling her hair, using her slender, delicate body to take out years worth of frustration with powerful, vicious thrusts that rattled her entire being.
"Yes! Yeeesss! Fuuuuuuck!" Lily sounded hoarse and exhausted, but Harper was relentless. Turned into a madman, he pushed her torso down, bending her forward so that her head was at knee level before grabbing her arms and pulling them behind her back. He held on to her wrists, forcing her to stay in that uncomfortable position that allowed him to penetrate even deeper than before.
"YES!!!" Lily screamed as he dominated her completely, holding her hostage to his primitive whims. Staring at the dirty floor with her long hair all over her face, the Love, Rosie star whimpered and grunted, barely able to move or breathe as her new lover used her body as he pleased, brutally pounding her gushing cunt, thrusting forcefully into her time and time again. The thought that her stupid boyfriend had driven her to this, and that she was somehow punishing him and herself by subjecting herself to this, drove Lily crazy, and with a sharp, croaky, almost guttural squeal, she came again all over that relentless cock.
Harper's heavy breathing was almost as loud as Lily’s cries of pleasure, and as her climax began to subside, his own became imminent. He pulled out and when he let go of her wrists she fell on her hands and knees, her petite frame still trembling, pussy juice running down the inside of her pale thighs as he stroked his wet cock above her. "Don’t move, you fucking whore! Don't even look at me!" he yelled right before the first spurt of hot cum shot out of him. It landed on the back of Lily's head, leaving a long, white streak of cum across her hair just before another one joined it. The third jet hit her in the back, the girly figure tattooed under the phrase Love Always and Forever drowned in a wad of cum.
She stayed on all fours like a good whore, shivers running down her spine as Harper squeezed the last drops of semen out of his cock and shook it, sprinkling droplets of cum all over her bare back and the back of her hair.
When he was finally done, he wiped the sweat from his brow and pulled his pants up. Lily was still on the floor and, as his mind began to clear up, he started to feel really guilty. He took a good look at her trembling frame, her butt cheeks were flaming red and there was a tiny wet spot on the stone under her. Cum-smeared hair covered her face and she was breathing raggedly, like she could barely keep herself up. Had he overdone it? Had he hurt her? Was she crying? He couldn't tell.
Carefully, he knelt next to her. "Hey, are you...?" He didn't know what else to say. She turned her face to him and he saw that she was very flushed, but she wasn't crying.
"That was..."
"What?" Harper asked sheepishly, back to being his usual self.
"That was amazing!” she blurted out, still panting like she’d just ran a marathon. “Can we go home now? I think I need a bed more than I need a diner."
"Uhh, yeah, okay. Let me help you up."
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Back at Harper’s apartment, Lily had started to sober up, but she was still floating in a chemical bliss as he carried her to bed. Despite everything he’d seen her do that night, it wasn’t until he helped her out of those leather pants that Harper got a chance to get a good look at the lacy black thong she’d had on under them. Half-asleep already, Lily sighed and casually slipped the black top over her head before stretching her tiny body across the mattress. The lovely sight of her almost naked body stirred Harper again, but he was still feeling remorse about what had happened back at the mall, and he wasn’t about to make matters worse by taking advantage of her current situation.
“So… I’m gonna sleep on the couch and tomorrow we can--”
“Don’t be silly, just get in bed with me,” the tired beauty said as she laid on her side and hugged one of the big pillows.
Harper stood there, gazing down affectionately at her perfectly petite body and porcelain skin, guiltily staring at the reddened spots across her plump little butt where his hand had struck her so viciously just less than an hour ago. How could he have treated such a perfect angel that way? He wondered. Even if she had literally asked for it... how could he?
‘What the fuck is wrong with me,’ he said to himself, sitting on the side of the bed next to her. Now that she had fallen asleep she looked even more delicate and adorable, and he couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have her in his bed. He felt compelled to run his fingers through her hair while he thought about how much he wanted to love her and take care of her for the rest of his life, but right then his eyes found the sticky patch in the back of her head, the locks of beautiful autumn hair clumped together with his disgusting, unworthy semen, and he pulled back, sickened by himself.
He did not dare touch her after, he just tucked her in and turned the lights off. ‘What the fuck is wrong with me,’ he thought again, pressing an ice pack against his swollen eye as he laid down on the living room couch.
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To Be Continued...
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