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Lost in her.
We’re not alone for long. Another couple joins us on the dance floor. The girl’s cute, but she’s got nothing on Tatum. Still, there’s something about her that catches my eye. Maybe it’s the way she moves, the way she looks at Tatum like she’s a goddamn goddess. She’s petite, with a body that curves in all the right places, her hair in loose waves that frame her face. There’s a hint of innocence there, but something darker lurks beneath the surface, making me think she’s more like us than she lets on.
The guy she’s with is less interesting, but I can tell he’s watching the girls, just like me, waiting to see what happens next. He’s tall, broad-shouldered, with a cocky grin that tells me he thinks he’s got this under control. But he has no idea what he’s walking into.
The girls start dancing together, close, too close, their hands roaming over each other’s bodies to the beat of the music. Tatum’s smiling, a rare, genuine smile that lights up her face, making her look almost innocent, if not for the drugs swimming in her system. But I can tell she’s having fun, and that’s all that matters.
“Looks like they’re getting along,” the guy says, leaning in close so I can hear him over the music. His voice is casual like this is just another night out, but there’s an edge to it, a hint of something else.
“Yeah,” I reply, keeping my eyes on Tatum as she laughs, her head thrown back, her body moving in sync with the other girl’s. “They are.”
The guy watches them for a moment longer, then turns to me, a sly grin on his face. “You up for a little more fun?”
I glance at Tatum, see the excitement in her eyes, and I don’t hesitate. “Always.”
He nods, his grin widening. “Good. There’s a motel a few blocks from here. We could get a room to keep the party going.”
I look at Tatum again, and she’s already looking at me, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. She knows what’s coming, and under the influence of everything she’s taken, she’s excited. She fucking wants this. I can see it in the way her body moves, the way she’s practically vibrating with energy.
I turn back to the guy. “Lead the way.”
We leave the club together, the four of us stumbling through the streets, laughing, touching, high on the anticipation of what’s to come. It doesn’t take long to find the motel. It’s one of those dingy places that doesn’t ask questions. The neon sign flickers above the entrance, casting an eerie glow over the parking lot. A few hookers lean against the white stucco wall by the main office. Waiting for their next customer for the night.
We get a room, and the moment the door closes behind us, the atmosphere shifts. There’s a tension in the air, thick and heavy, charged with anticipation.
Tatum’s practically vibrating with it, her eyes wide, pupils blown, her body ready for whatever happens next. She’s high, so fucking high, and I can tell she’s excited, eager to see where this night will take us.
And fuck, so am I.
The couple watches us, the girl biting her lip, the guy’s hand resting possessively on her hip. They’re nervous and unsure, but there’s a hunger in their eyes that tells me they’re ready for this. Ready to see just how far we’re willing to go.
“Nice place,” Tatum says, her voice slightly slurred as she looks around the room. It’s basic, with a bed, a small table, and a bathroom that’s probably seen better days, but none of that matters. We’re not here for the décor.
The girl giggles a nervous sound that makes Tatum smile. “Yeah, it’s not much, but it’ll do,” she says, her voice soft, almost shy.
Tatum steps closer to her, her movements fluid and graceful, despite the drugs coursing through her system. “It’s perfect,” she murmurs, brushing a strand of hair from the girl’s face. The girl shivers under her touch, her eyes half-lidded as she leans into it.
The guy watches them, his expression a mix of arousal and apprehension. He catches my eye, and I see the uncertainty there, the question he doesn’t dare ask. But I don’t give him a chance. Instead, I step closer, closing the distance between us, my hand landing on his shoulder in a firm grip.
“Relax,” I say, my voice low, soothing. “We’re just here to have a good time.”
He nods, swallowing hard as he glances back at the girls, who are now pressed against each other, their lips inches apart. “Yeah, a good time.”
I smirk, releasing his shoulder as I step back, giving him space to move. “Exactly.”
Tatum glances back at me, a wicked grin on her face as she pulls the girl closer, her hands roaming over her body. “You ready?” she asks, her voice husky, filled with dark promise.
“Always,” I reply, my gaze locked on hers, the thrill of what’s to come sending a surge of adrenaline through my veins.
And with that, the night begins.
9
Picturesque - Holding Me Down
The room is dimly lit, the neon glow from outside seeping through the thin curtains, casting a faint light on the dingy walls. The air is thick with the scent of sweat, sex, and anticipation. I’m buzzing, the drugs in my system mixing with the thrill of what’s to come, making me feel invincible.
The girl stands in front of me, her wide eyes locked on mine, her lips parted in a soft gasp as I run my hands over her body. She’s so fucking soft, her skin smooth under my fingertips. She’s trembling, a mix of excitement and fear, and I fucking love it.
