The sound of a door slamming open and close had Soraya’s eyes popping open. Sitting straight up in bed, she swung her gaze wildly around the room.
Her room.
She was back in her shared apartment with Ahvi and Jesmine— the one that was falling apart at the seams and located a few blocks away from the main campus. Clutching her head as a sudden pounding headache hit, she wondered what the hell was going on.
“Soraya! You better not be in there!”
Soraya only had a split second to peel her hands away from her face when her door was promptly kicked in.
Standing in her doorway with her hands on her hips was the one and only Jesmine, scowling beneath her make-up-smeared face.
“What the hell, Jesmine? It’s too early in the morning for this,” Soraya groaned.
“Uh-uh. Don’t you give me no lip, you’re supposed to be waking up in some four-star hotel room with your back blown out and a sore cunt. What is the meaning of this, young lady?” Jesmine gestured at Soraya’s slouched-over form with disgust.
At the mention of a sore cunt, Soraya’s delicate inner walls started to throb—not entirely unpleasantly.
Soraya gave her the stink eye, and before Jesmine could make another quip, the sound of her savior came from the other room. “Knock it off, Jesmine,” Ahvi laughed. “She came in earlier this morning, Bambie legged and all. I’m sure our girl has some stories to tell us.”
Just like a storm blowing over, Jesmine’s raccoon face lit up with pure joy and pride. “Ooh, Betty Boo, you finally did it!” Before Soraya could object, Jesmine launched herself from the door directly on top of her.
Soraya promptly started fighting for her life, trying to escape Jesmine’s clutches. “Jesmine! Get off! Aw! Hey! Stop it, you maniac!”
“DON’T MAKE ME COME IN THERE!” Ahvi yelled from their shared living space.
Jesmine, with her nonsensical blabbering, only threw her head back to laugh wickedly, which made Soraya break out in a smile despite herself.
“If we have to move again because of you two, I will make you pay for all of my expenses!” Ahvi shouted. “Keep it down!”
“Look who’s being the loud one now!” Soraya yelled back as she wrestled around with Jesmine.
The sound of pounding feet on the rickety floorboards thundered throughout the apartment until Ahvi’s form materialized in her doorway. “You’ve both done it now.” Soraya and Jesmine both screamed when Ahvi’s body descended on them. There was hair-pulling, kicking, and a couple of ass slaps before they fell apart in a fit of giggles.
Trying to catch her breath, Soraya slid off her bed and thudded onto the floor. She examined her ceiling when she noticed her friend’s laughter had tapered off.
“Now that I’ve gotten a good look at you—” she heard Jesmine begin, “You really do have that after-sex glow.”
From her spot on the floor, Soraya looked up to see her friends relaxed on her bed, both staring down at her.
Ahvi sagely nodded her head. “Absolutely radiant.”
Without breaking eye contact, Soraya reached for the pillow she spotted out of the corner of her eye and hurled it directly into Jesmine’s face. At least, she tried to.
Jesmine snatched the pillow before it could hit her. “Too slow, loser. Now, spill the beans. We want all the grimy details—right down to the size of his package and how he snored when he got his brains fucked out by you.”
Soraya shook her head, a smile spreading across her face despite herself. “Okay, okay. Just give me a second to clean up. I just woke up and need to energize.”
Jesmine opened her mouth, most likely to tell her to hurry out with it, but Ahvi bumped her shoulder. “We can make a date of it. Let’s go to brunch at The Pantry. I’ve been hankering for some pancakes.”
Jesmine shrugged her shoulders. “I’m down.”
They both walked around Soraya and headed for the door to get themselves ready for the day. The smile she had on her face slowly melted off her lips once they shut her door behind them.
She couldn’t remember anything about last night or how she came home.
At The Pantry in downtown L.A., they managed to snag one of the booths by the window. College kids and families alike filled every inch of the restaurant. After they gave their orders to the waiter, Jesmine finally pounced. Holding up a saltshaker in one hand and a bottle of hot sauce in another, she asked, “Now share with the table, was his penis this big or this big.”
Ahvi snorted. An older woman behind Jesmine and Ahvi clutched at her neck, and Soraya arched a brow at her until she quickly looked away. Reaching over, Soraya snatched the bottle of hot sauce out of Jesmine’s hands. She didn’t fail to notice the fiendish smile plastered on her friend’s face.
Soraya examined the hot sauce, setting it down on the table. She proceeded to grip the bottle with a firm hand, then wrapped her other hand on top of the first. Stacking her hands, she made it all six inches to the top and kept going for a couple more stacks. Ahvi snorted again.
“Oh, shut up!” Jesmine blew the paper wrapper of her straw at a laughing Soraya.
“I can believe it,” Ahvi shrugged. “You should have seen this guy.”
Smiling, Soraya balled up the paper wrapper and threw it back at Jesmine. It bounced off her harmlessly and disappeared below the table. “Yeah, he was bigger than the two men you were dry-humping at the bar for sure.”
“Your…food.”
Turning their heads, they saw a male server about their age standing there awkwardly with their plates of fluffy pancakes and bacon and eggs. After he set down their food, he scurried away; they looked at one another before they busted out in laughter. They got a couple of looks from nearby tables, but they ignored them. Not wasting any more time tucked into their food, passing around the bottle of syrup and a dish of butter.
“So, he was a big guy, huh?” Jesmine asked around a mouthful of eggs after a moment of silence.
“Don’t talk with food in your mouth,” Ahvi scolded. “That’s not what ladies do.”
With a deadpan stare, Jesmine turned her head and chewed louder, right in Ahvi’s annoyed face. Ahvi went to smack her, but Jesmine blocked it with her elbow. So instead, Ahvi stole a piece of bacon off Jesmine’s plate and shoved it in her own mouth. Jesmine looked aghast, her mouth agape at the theft.
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“Yeah, he was,” Soraya answered after swallowing a piece of fluffy goodness. “It took him a while to get it in, but once it was in…” She blew out a stream of air.
“Like that?” Jesmine asked, recovering from her bacon loss.
Soraya looked over the rim of her water cup. “Like that,” she answered before taking a sip of water.
“Damn.” Jesmine looked impressed. Ahvi simply nodded her head with a far-off look. “So, what else?”
“What else?” Soraya mimed.
Jesmine gestured for her to go on. “When I said we wanted all the details, I mean all of them.”
“I don’t remember being a part of this ‘we,’ Gutter-mind,” Ahvi quipped.
“Oh, shut up, like you’re not dying to know,” Jesmine said indignantly, shoveling more eggs into her mouth. Ahvi pursed her lips in response but didn’t deny it.
“Um—” Soraya began, then stopped. She wasn’t a prude; she would share…if she could remember. There were certain parts she could remember with crystal clarity, but everything in between…blank. She remembered his general stature and his warm hands. She remembered taking her clothes off, him on top of her—in her. But she couldn’t remember any conversation, what the room looked like, or what time she came home. Nothing. “I actually can’t remember everything.”
“Whatcha mean?” Jesmine asked while cutting a piece of pancake.
“I might have had too much to drink, I guess. But I can’t remember anything past the sex,” Soraya admitted as she pushed her eggs around her plate.
Jesmine’s fork scraped against her plate—her face became unnaturally serious. “Did you drink more after you left with him?”
Soraya shook her head. “Just the one…” her words died off when she watched her friend’s face morph into a murderous, simmering rage. One she knew well. “But it wasn’t like that!” Soraya was quick to say. He didn’t seem like the type to use drugs to overpower women.
“What’s his name?” She asked in a deceptively soft voice.
Tariq. The name zipped to the forefront of her mind. Soraya was glad she could recall that much, but she wasn’t going to tell them—especially not Jesmine. “I don’t know, actually,” she responded sheepishly, hoping she could sell the lie.
Jesmine sniffed. She wasn’t buying it. Looking over to Ahvi, Soraya hoped to get some help, but instead, she saw a guilty expression weighing on her friend’s face.
Before she could ask Ahvi what was wrong, a head-splitting migraine blotted out Soraya’s vision.
There was a ringing coming from inside the diner, high-pitched and painful, and the voices of the people talking around them dimmed, sounding muffled and far off.
Leaning back in her booth, Soraya squeezed her eyes shut until the ringing in her ears finally subsided, and the chatter of the restaurant came back to full volume. Blinking open her eyes, she saw Jesmine’s mouth moving and Ahvi listening intently.
Jesmine’s words finally registered as she recounted being invited back to a hotel room shared by both the blonde and the dark-haired man. And not to either of their surprises, she left no detail out about all the positions they got into—who was sucking who or how flexible she still was. When she was done giving all the grimy details, they had all realized too late that their waiter had returned, frozen in place with a deep blush and the check in hand.
After paying and leaving a healthy tip on the table, they exited the building, much to the relief of everyone inside.
Soraya was completely satisfied with their brunch gossip session.
Putting the finishing touches on her eyeshadow, Soraya examined herself in the mirror, much like she had the previous night. It was ten at night, and she found herself alone in the apartment.
Ahvi had to go into work for an emergency meeting and told them she would be back until tomorrow afternoon. Jesmine predicted that she was screwing one of her co-workers and was going for round two since she had also disappeared on her the other night at the bar. Then Jesmine had gone into her room, declaring her intentions to go out while Soraya heated her leftovers from breakfast.
When she sat down to eat, Jesmine came out dressed in a sexy nun costume. Soraya didn’t even bat an eye when she told her she was linking up with the sexy duo again, with props this time. Soraya just yelled after her to remember to use protection. Jesmine blew her a kiss as she strutted out the door, a collar dangling from her fingers.
She was mid-chew when she paused. Had she used protection last night? The thought, of course, gave her a montage of all the things she did last night, and she shifted in her seat, rubbing her thighs together as a familiar pang hit her lower body. A shot of pure lust sparked directly on her clit.
And that was how she found herself applying eyeshadow at ten at night. She needed another hit.
She wondered if she could find the club again. If she could find Tariq again. Her clit throbbed at the thought of him. How could she have just walked out on him without getting his number, at least? She checked her phone and, to her extreme disappointment, didn’t find his name on it.
She paused, lipstick raised halfway to her lips. Looking at herself in her mirror, she wondered how she had managed to get home last night. Did she do it by herself? An unbidden thought entered her mind: did Tariq drop her off? Kicked her out of the car and didn’t look back? After all, he got what he wanted. For a moment, she believed—
She shook her head away from those useless thoughts. She hadn’t had sex in a while, and it stood to reason she would grow attached to the first lay she had. She just needed another to wash him out. Someone who knew how to seduce her, show her kindness and respect…and completely rock her world to the point she would pass out from the sheer pleasure of it all. But most of all, to find someone who made her feel safe.
“Dammit,” she sighed to herself. She had gotten way too lucky the first time. For a moment, she considered not going out at all and cutting short her vibrator’s temporary vacation when her vagina clenched around nothing… and a fierce need came over her. She took a deep breath and blew it back out in a rush. Her vibrator wasn’t going to make the cut—not this time.
Her pussy had what she wanted, and she wanted more of it.
Walking around downtown L.A., Soraya wore a white, waist-high skirt with a gold metallic halter top that was essentially a shiny piece of triangle fabric covering her chest. Just her chest. Two pieces of string tied around her neck, while two more secured the top behind her back. This meant she had to be very careful when bending over, or she risked flashing the entire downtown scene her goods.
Not that she was opposed to it at the moment. Maybe it would be easier to get a guy that way.
Her booted heels clacked down the sidewalk, and she felt foolish when she had to retrace her steps. For the life of her, she couldn’t remember the club’s name or the exact location. She wondered how people in the olden days were able to find anything without their phones.
She walked down an alley where she was positive the front door of that club had been located. She made her way along the entire length of the alley and tried several doors, but nothing. It was a speakeasy, so she knew there wouldn’t be any signs. At the very least, she thought she could follow other people who were going to the club, but there was absolutely no one.
She debated texting Ahvi or Jesmine, but she didn’t want to bother Ahvi at work, and she already knew Jesmine wasn’t going to answer. So, she walked on.
It was only when she found herself alone in yet another alley that she heard the voices of men behind her. She was all alone. In a very sexy and open outfit. In her booted not-for-running-heels.
Her heart began to race, she walked faster down the alley and turned the first corner she came across, hoping to get out of sight of the men. She found herself turning another corner and then another. Finally, she stopped in a rather dark alley.
Panting slightly, she tried to take in her surroundings. There wasn’t much to see: wires webbed between buildings with shoes hanging off them, empty fire escapes and windows, some with butts of air-conditioning units hanging out—and mysterious puddles along the concrete floor.
Wrapping her arms around her waist, she walked until she appeared in a larger alley, and from there, she could see cars stuck in traffic to her left. Sighing to herself, she took a step toward the direction of traffic, planning to reorient herself and head home, when the sound of a metal door banging open filled the air, and golden light flooded the alley around her. The sudden brightness was accompanied by music echoing off the alley walls.
Spinning around, she caught sight of two giggling drunk women with their arms slung around one another, heading off down the other end of the alley.
Heels clanking, Soraya rushed to grab the door before it could shut. For some strange reason, she felt that if she didn’t grab the door in time, she wouldn’t have been able to get in.
Once inside the building, Soraya looked around the exterior, only to find an elevator down an otherwise empty, short hallway. She thought she heard music, but when the door closed behind her, she was greeted by silence. Brushing it off, she headed toward the golden metallic doors of the elevator, and when she pushed the button, they dinged open to reveal her reflection staring back at her. Stepping into the mirrored elevator, she looked at the control panel and saw only one button with an arrow pointing up.
She pressed it, and the doors immediately shut, caging her in. The lightbulbs overhead flickered, and she could hear the electricity running through them before it began its ascent.
Soraya hoped the flickering lights didn’t foreshadow her getting stuck in the elevator, and she vaguely wondered how her night would turn out.