Natasha was heartbroken. But she wasn't going to let her asshole of an ex-boyfriend ruin her Friday night. This week had been their eight month anniversary and he had called her up and told her he loved someone else.
Asshole.
She had just received her bonus and was planning on gifting him something special but now, there was no need. She'd spent the last two days wallowing and stuffing her face with blueberry ice-cream and watching horror movies - the perfect heartbreak healer. This afternoon when she woke up her reflection was miserable. Her hair matted and curls limp, eyes swollen and puffy. And she hated that he'd made her feel this way.
Not anymore though. Two days was all he got, she thought as she plugged off the diffuser and fluffed her hair. Next came make-up. The crying eyes meant she needed to pay attention to them, her eyebrows were bold and she liked to show them off. A little mascara and smudged eyeliner and she was done. Lips she decided to go neutral with and didn't hold back on the cheekbone highlight.
She took out the new black satin bra that she had bought especially for the anniversary a few weeks ago with matching panties that had a small red ribbon on the front and put them on. Then she picked a white loose and baggy dress that hit her mid-thigh and showed off her legs. It was sleeve-less and low enough on every side to show off her boobs, cleavage and back. Lastly, she let her black hair loose and it fell in beautiful long, glossy waves.
An hour later she was stepping out the cab and walking through the doors of a club. It was super-exclusive but with the extra-money she was able to buy a one-time ticket through the favor of a colleague. The club was for the trust fund babies. The elites and the socialites. The richest of the city. And the club had a reputation for all acts sinful and lustful.
Natasha was looking to be fucked thoroughly and didn't want just anyone to do so. She wanted someone who knew what he was doing.
She had never been the one for one-night stands. It had always fascinated her but she never had the guts. Tonight though it was all going to change. As she showed her pass she was lead down through a set of narrow stairs that led to an equally narrow corridor. It was lit with dim purple lights and all she had to do was follow the sound of thumping music, expensive perfume and alcohol and soon she stood amidst a dancefloor.
The music was loud, the party was already in full swing and the dancing was practically sex happening right there in the open. She glanced a couple of exposed tits in the flashing lights as she made her way to the bar, feeling her excitement build along with the nerves. She ordered two shots and downed them eagerly. Natasha didn't like to be drunk, didn't like the nausea that it inevitably brought on. And she especially wanted to be well aware of everything tonight with just a pleasant buzz to take the edge off.
The time passed on and everything was a blur. She lost count of the times hands mauled her body and the nameless mouths she kissed. It was all a deafening roar in her ears and sweat from the dancing. Almost an hour later she was still dancing, this time grinding her ass against a guy's cock who stood behind her. They had been at it for a song or two and her pussy was soaked. She raised her arms to grab his head and find his mouth and he obliged, kissing her like she was the last woman on earth. Good kissers were promising, she thought, maybe she had found her man for the night.
One of his hands left her waist and squeezed her left boob possessively. She moaned into his open mouth. Then gasped. He had pulled the dress and bra right over it and was proceeding to bend and suck her erect little nipple. She threw her head back against his shoulder as he nipped and sucked. His other hand cupped her between her legs. She was sure she was wet enough for him to feel it despite the two layers of cloth.
Natasha stopped dancing and pushed back against his cock that was hard as rock between her ass cheeks. Yes, definitely her man tonight. His mouth finally detached and he nibbled on her neck, her wet nipple hardening even more in the chilled air. She turned around and shamelessly rubbed her clit against him, practically begging him to fuck her already.
Just then another pair of hands found her ass, digging firm fingers into the soft flesh. "Mind if I join?" a voice rasped in her ear. At first, annoyance flashed through her, afraid that she'll lose her conquest for the night. But the first guy didn't make any such move. Instead he lifted her up so that her legs locked around his waist and the other guy let her dress hike up to her waist and without ceremony plunged two fingers straight into her slick pussy. A shocked noise escaped her lips, quickly turning into a groan.
"Aren't we eager?"
Natasha could only lean back against his hard chest and pant as he continued driving his fingers slowly but determinedly in and out of her. The first guy leaned forward and licked a path between her breasts. At this point, she didn't care who it was that fucked her, only that she needed it right now.
The two guys though seemed to have other ideas. How and when they got her off the dancefloor she had no clue. Only when the bright fixtures of a bathroom pierced her senses and the music muffled behind the closed door that she realized they had moved. For the first time she caught glimpse of both the guys as well. The first guy was still carrying her and set her on her stilettoed feet on the tiled floor. His eyes were dark and intense and his hair was equally dark and thick and she didn't hesitate to run her fingers through it as she brought her mouth up against him and kissed him. Fuck. The guy was a god with his mouth.
