She needed more.
“Fuck, Needy,” the man groaned behind her as he slammed all the way into her. She moaned and clenched around his cock as he plunged in and out of her at a brutal pace. The sound of his hips pounding into her bent-over form echoed up and down the alley they were fucking in.
She didn’t know how she ended up like this. Was it early onset compulsive sexual behavior disorder? Had the stress of school and work finally gotten to her? She didn’t know, and she didn’t care. Not as he hit that sweet fucking spot inside her over and over and over again, making her whole body shudder with the force of his thrusts. It took everything to hold herself up, palms flat against the brick wall in front of her. Her legs spread apart, as much as her leggings pulled down around her thighs allowed it.
Moaning louder, she pushed her ass back on him just as he slammed back in. He hissed, tightening his already too-tight grip on her hips. “Fuck.” His deep male voice did things to her. She was panting, saliva dribbling from the corner of her mouth. She was not in control, not in the slightest.
Dropping her head down, unable to keep it up any longer, she looked between her thighs. She watched as his thick cock slipped in and out of her, her slick cum coating his hard erection. She watched as strings of her arousal dripped down from the mess he was making of her pussy, right into the red-laced thong she had worn when she’d fucked another stranger early that morning.
When she moaned next, it nearly came out as a scream when a powerful orgasm blasted her apart, splitting her wide open and laying everything bare—for a stranger.
She didn’t even know his name.
Blinking away the stars in her vision, Soraya barely registered a deep voice drawling somewhere behind them, “I always knew you were a bastard, Raziel—but fucking in an alleyway? This is beneath even you.”
Great. Caught with her pants around her thighs and a stranger’s cock seated deep inside her. Soraya never thought she would have an audience to witness her descent into becoming a full-fledged whore. The part that killed her the most? She didn’t hate it.
She needed more.
One Week Earlier
“Soraya, I can feel my coohie getting drier by the minute.”
Soraya smirked at her friend through the mirror as she applied eyeshadow. Doing a smokey eye was a lot harder than what the beauty guru on her phone was letting on. “That sounds like a personal problem, Jesmine.”
Jesmine groaned as she lay on Soraya’s bed. Her short, tight dress hiked up enough for her black thong to peek out. “You’re taking forever. You should've let me do your make-up. We could have been at the club by now,” she complained to the ceiling.
“If I had, then when would I learn?”
She threw her hands in the air. “When it doesn’t infringe on my Friday night!”
Soraya laughed at her impatience. “I’m almost done, you goon,” she said before hitting play on the YouTube tutorial. She continued to follow the difficult yet simple instructions. She was putting on the finishing touches of the golden eyeshadow just as the beauty guru told her to like and follow for more.
Taking a moment to admire her work in the mirror above her dorm desk, Soraya felt satisfied and reached for her lip liner and the tube of dark red lipstick called Underage Red. She may not have known anything when it came to foundation or eyeshadow, but she knew how to line her lips and apply lipstick in one motion.
Jesmine rolled up into a sitting position to look at her and gave a low whistle.
Through hooded eyes, Soraya smiled at her. “Not bad, huh?”
Soraya knew she looked damn good, and the women of Los Angeles were lucky that she didn’t make it a habit to do her make-up every day. She had to leave some cock for the rest of them. Not that she got any those days. She had only one friend with benefits in the past and a one-night stand that left her wanting more. That was over four years ago, and she had been dry since.
Jesmine moved to stand behind her. “Not bad at all. And with this ass of yours,” she said while giving a quick tap on said ass, “—you’re going to be keeping all of the intimidated men away from us.”
Soraya snorted. “We will be lucky if we don’t get any creeps to come up to us tonight.”
Jesmine chuckled. “Normally, I agree, but our roomie sure knows how to pick places with absolute mouth-watering hunks.” She paused to dreamily bat her eyelashes. “I mean seriously, the last place she took me to—God damn! I didn’t know how to act. Not a single ugly man or woman, so hurry up! Ahvi is waiting for us, and I want to get there before all the good ones get taken!”
Laughing, Soraya elbowed Jesmine as she turned around to get her clutch. “Alright, alright. And this place better be worth the hype you’re giving it.”
Jesmine knew Soraya hadn’t been to a club in years. It wasn’t really her scene, but considering how Jesmine was selling it, it sounded like heaven on earth. Considering it was the last semester in Soraya’s master’s program, she really wanted the experience before entering the workforce and having bills to worry about. Not that she couldn’t go out clubbing once she started work, but it would be her last chance to go completely carefree.
Plus, she really, really wanted to have her “hoe phase.” She’d spent years with her nose in books, and she sure as hell didn’t want to just come out with a degree, but with some fun experiences she could look back on when she was graying and had smile lines hugging her mouth.
She also wanted to explore her sexuality and make sure she understood what was out there so she knew how to please herself and potential partners for the future—but mostly just how to please herself because, as of yet, marriage wasn’t something she saw in her foreseeable future. Being chained to someone for the rest of her life? It was not a pleasant thought. Maybe she would have considered it if she lived in a different time, a different world.
“Night only lasts so long, Soraya, hurry up! We need to snag you a nice strapping young man—”
“Not too young—” Soraya interrupted dryly. She was 26 years old; she DID NOT want some 21-year-old humps-a-lot in her sheets.
“Of course not.” Jesmine patted her shoulder to assure her that no such thing was going to happen. “You need a good down-to-earth fucking so you can give your vibrator a vacation and the rest of us some sleep.”
Soraya blew out a steady stream of air through her mouth before “accidentally” hitting Jesmine with her clutch. It only served to send her into a fit of giggles.
Embarrassment crept into her cheeks. She’d never picked up a guy from a bar before; she didn’t even know how to, but it shouldn’t be that hard… right? And she really did need to get laid.
“Hey, don’t psych yourself out now,” Jesmine teased, putting her hand on her head to give it a little shake.
Soraya swatted a laughing Jesmine away. She danced out of reach before Soraya could do it again. “You know how long it took me to get my hair exactly how I wanted it!”
She laughed, “It’s not like it’s going to stay that way for long.”
“Ass.” Jesmine laughed at that too. Soraya fidgeted with her bobby pins to make sure her upside-down French twist was in place. “Alright, alright, last check, and then we’ve got to go downstairs to meet our Lyft driver.”
They both looked in the mirror. Jesmine wore a mini black strapped dress with a pair of red lace-up high heels. She’d completed her look with bright red lipstick and gold hoop earrings that almost touched her shoulders.
Soraya pulled down her dark blue satin minidress that hugged her waist. It followed the flare of her hips, the material stopping midway down her thighs and exposing the skin on her legs all the way down to her gold strappy heels.
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Underneath, she was wearing a purple and black lace sling bra set—and saying it had her feeling some type of way was an understatement.
Tonight was her choice.
“Ready?”
Soraya straightened her shoulders. “Let’s go.”
The music in the club blasted down on the outstretched hands on the dance floor. The flaring, flashing red lights threw the club into a realm of dark sin. The black silhouettes grinded and slid against one another to the pulsing beat of the frantic, bass-pounding music.
They pushed their way through the churning bodies, rubbing up against sweaty skin. The smells of cheap perfumes and colognes mixed with the scent of B.O. in a nauseating blend of human desperation. Soraya threw a scowl over her shoulder at Jesmine as they headed toward the stairs. She had promised beforehand that once they got past the first floor to the upper levels—it would truly be nirvana.
Soraya fucking hoped so. She was not impressed so far. Tilting her head back, she could see the ceiling of the club three stories up, with an LED disco chandelier hanging in the middle. With the center hollowed out, it meant the second and third floors were smaller in space, and she hoped they weren’t as crowded. Otherwise, she would have to call it a night a lot earlier than she’d anticipated.
There were a couple of people leaning on the rails, looking down at the teeming dance floor below with drinks in their hands. Soraya got the distinct feeling of those looming figures looking down on them like one would on a line of ants.
“Ahvi said to head to the third floor. That’s where all the good stuff is,” Jesmine shouted over the music with a mischievous smile.
Soraya looked over at the staircase and realized it was roped off, with bouncers on either side watching as they approached. “Um, Jesmine?”
Jesmine grabbed her hand and held up two fingers to the bouncers. Soraya stood there awkwardly as they looked them up and down. If Jesmine hadn’t grabbed her hand, she would have turned around and left. Jesmine knew she hated places that judged and placed worth on superficial attributes.
Soraya opened her mouth to say just that when one of them unhooked the rope and nodded for them to enter. Jesmine breezed through, still gripping Soraya’s hand. Soraya, undeterred, walked slowly up the steps, eyeing both bouncers. Now that she was right next to them, she realized how truly massive these men were. They looked like they could pick her up and toss her over the railing with just one hand, and that was saying something, considering she was 5’8” and weighed down by 200 pounds of muscle…for the most part. But she passed through and caught up to her friend.
Jesmine sent her a knowing smirk.
Soraya stuck her tongue out at her.
Jesmine threw her head back and laughed, and although the music was too loud, she could practically hear the mirthless glee in that laugh.
Taking a look around, Soraya saw that even though the space was smaller, it was still overly crowded, especially with all the sitting areas. But what really caught her attention were the swarms of women surrounding good-looking men. And she meant good-looking. Not that the women weren’t beautiful themselves, but these men…God above.
Every person knew that passing an attractive woman was a daily, if not common, occurrence. On the contrary, passing a truly attractive man was something that only ever happened once in a blue moon—the kind of attractive man that even other men wouldn’t mind being caught in a solicitous affair with.
And here Soraya was, surrounded by dozens of them, who in turn were surrounded by dozens upon dozens of beautiful women draping themselves all over the ridiculously hot men.
The women were clearly staking their claims.
Taking one look at the feline satisfaction on the men’s faces left little doubt that each of them would be taking five women back to their beds tonight. Soraya hoped the women would eat them alive.
These types of men were honestly not her type.
“Don’t look so turned off!’’ Jesmine’s laughing voice sounded in her ear. “We still have one more floor to get to.”
Soraya sighed and let her friend lead the way around the harems, wrapping around to the other set of stairs. She caught some men looking over the railing and pointing at women down below. Picking out the ones they wanted up there.
That was a red flag if she ever saw one, but what could she do?
“Was I right? Or was I right?” Jesmine preened as they headed up the second flight of stairs, entering the third floor.
All Soraya could manage to do was stare and stare at the elegant men and women lounging around. It was much like the second floor in setup, but there were far fewer people up here than down below. She wondered why that was—not that she was complaining.
She’d never seen so many attractive people in one place before. The men and women here all looked as if they came from another world. So much so that she blinked her eyes rapidly because she could swear that they all had this dazzling aura surrounding them. It almost hurt her eyes to stare at all of them for too long, and the beginnings of a headache pulsed behind her eyes.
“Soraya, Jesmine! Over here!” An enthusiastic Ahvi waved from where she stood at a bar. Soraya smiled at their roommate and friend. One thing to know about Ahvi was that she was absolutely drop-dead gorgeous, and she fit in perfectly with the crowd.
Heading toward the bar, she admired her long-legged friend lounging against the counter. She wore a black jumpsuit with red, six-inch stilettos. The bar’s lighting brought out the gold highlights in her tight, curly hair like a paid actor. She also wore a thin silver necklace that dipped between her perky breasts.
“Hey, beautiful!” Jesmine greeted her with a kiss on her cheek. Squeezing to the right of Ahvi, a platinum-blonde man next to her moved slightly as if sensing someone at his back and accommodating more room without question—a consideration you don’t see often.
“Hey, cuties! I was wondering when you two were going to show up,” Ahvi shouted over the music, earning her an annoyed glance from the blonde woman standing to her left.
“I hope you weren’t waiting long, Ahvi,” Soraya shouted back as she went in for a hug, purposely stepping into the blonde woman’s space. Ahvi hugged her back—she gave some of the best hugs. She wrapped you up and gave you the most comforting embrace as if you were someone precious to her. Blonde woman forgotten.
Letting go, Soraya looked up and down the bar. For some reason or other, everyone here was dressed spectacularly. Compared to the half-dressed individuals down below, they looked prepared to enter a dark-themed Selkie fashion show. Everyone had better posture compared to her and Jesmine, who were both slouched over the bar and dressed like mistresses of the night. She observed as they delicately sipped out of glass cups and conversed with one another in low tones. How any of them were able to hear each other over the loud music was beyond Soraya.
“What do you want to drink?” Ahvi basically shouted in her ear while pushing a menu into her hands.
Cringing away, Soraya shrugged as she took the menu. Jesmine shouted, causing Ahvi to turn toward her, giving Soraya some space to peruse the menu. Some of the items listed had strange names—some she didn’t know how to pronounce. She set the menu down, having already decided what to order, and took a moment to look at the wall behind the counter.
The shelves, from top to bottom, were lined with glass decanters sparkling in the dim light. Both dark amber liquids and brightly colored ones glimmered in their crystal casings. Many of them didn’t look like any kind of alcohol she was used to seeing. Squinting, she wondered if it was the lighting on the shelves or if the liquids were actually… glowing.
The bartender interrupted her observation a second later, smoothly stopping in front of her and flashing her a seductive, bleached-white smile. His mouth moved, but Soraya could barely hear him over the thumping music.
She caught the words “do you” and “drink.”
“Whiskey sour, please!” she yelled over the music.
The bartender raised an eyebrow at her before turning to Ahvi, giving her a judging look. She grinned at him and yelled, “Sex on the beach for me!”
He grimaced and went about preparing the drinks with a roll of his eyes.
It ticked Soraya off. What right did the bartender have to look down on them? It was probably a classist thing. She’d never been to a high-end place before, but she was pretty sure they drank whiskey sours in country clubs, too.
“Hey, ease up,” Ahvi laughed in her ear.
“Did you see the dirty look he gave us? I’m so not tipping,” she whispered-shouted. Just then, the bartender looked up and gave her a smirk as if he had heard her. As if she would give a shit if he did. He was just being an asshole. She wanted to flip him off but refrained. She was not coming back here after this.
“Don’t worry about it.” Ahvi nudged her with an elbow. “Do you see any, um, men you’re interested in yet?”
Soraya pursed her lips. Both she and Jesmine were so persistent about her getting laid that night. She wanted to—oh God, yes—but in her own time.
Looking around, she saw plenty of men, but they all seemed to be preoccupied with other women. Very fine women, she now realized. Yes, you see beautiful women walking down the streets almost daily, but not like these women.
Where the hell are these beautiful gods and goddesses coming from? Soraya thought, a bit spooked.
“Here,” the bartender shouted, drawing her attention back to the bar. He set the amber drink in front of her with a wink before disappearing down the counter. She gave him a tight smile in return before picking it up to take a sip.
Goddamn.
Her eyes widened at the pure taste of the whiskey sour. Holding out the drink in front of her, she wondered what the bartender had done to deserve such glorious nectar from a god.
Ahvi’s tinkling laughter could be heard over the music. “It’s good, no?”
“I might leave a tip after all,” she mumbled. Knocking back another sip, Soraya shivered as the liquid burned its way down to her belly. Feeling the liquid courage fueling her, she cast her eyes out to the lounge area once more, hunting for what she wanted.
She looked over at Jesmine to see how she was faring, and the little minx was already chatting up the gorgeous blonde when, out of nowhere, another man in an all-black suit slung an arm around the blonde’s shoulders and leaned into Jesmine’s space with a dastardly smile. There needed to be two of them to handle Jesmine.
Wishing someone would come up to her and make things easier, Soraya fidgeted with the hem of her dress. At an ordinary bar, she didn’t think it would be difficult to find someone to bring back to bed, but this was no regular bar. She felt out of her depth here. What the hell were the other two thinking?
“Excuse me, miss,” a deep voice said over Soraya’s shoulder. Next to her, she heard Ahvi’s deep intake of breath.