Viper Ch 02

Hey everybody! Back with another chapter here. Thanks to everyone who's been reading these stories, rating and leaving comments. I really appreciate it, and it makes me feel good that people are enjoying what I'm writing. Hope you enjoy this chapter!

Warning: this contains elements of non-consent/reluctance in some scenes.

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"What do you mean 'I'm not affected? What in the hell are you talking about?"

"Wait, just wait, I can explain everything, this is just-

"A big misunderstanding? That doesn't begin to explain it, you better have a really good explanation for this."

Laila was still reeling from being groped by this complete stranger outside Club Strobe. She was experiencing so many different emotions that she didn't even realize how cold it had gotten since she'd been outside. The temperatures were continuing to drop and goosebumps were forming on her body. The man who groped her was standing in front of her, and had backed away, probably worried she would hit him with some kind of weapon.

"I promise I do, it's just-

"I mean what did you think was about to happen anyway?"

"I don't know I-

He suddenly stopped mid-sentence, grabbed her arm and pulled her close to him. His grip was noticeably stronger than before, and Laila struggled to pull away. He leaned in and whispered in her ear:

"Listen, if you act rash or tell any of the guards or anyone what's going on here, you'll regret it. Trust me, I have the ability to do it, and I won't hesitate if you don't heed my words carefully.

Laila shivered and more goosebumps formed up her arms, not from the cold air, but from the chilling, terrifying nature of his deep voice. She noticed that he had completely changed his entire disposition from just a second earlier, when he was stuttering and stammering through sentences.

"Hey, you two! Is everything alright over there?" One of the guards outside the club yelled out to them.

"Nope, everything is fine, guys! My friend and I were just having a conversation, just playing around." Laila said without hesitation as the man released his grip of her arm and they changed stances to appear playful and friendly.

"Sorry about that officers, we were just debating which club is the best in the city. But clearly, it's this one, and my friend here is right this time. I was wrong." The man added.

"Okay, no problem." The guards replied as they resumed their conversation and messed with their phones.

Thanks for the help guys

. That confirmed Laila's suspicions. This man may have been surprised at something in the beginning, but he was mainly acting that way in order to avoid being caught by the guards. He knew there was security nearby when he took action, and might have known it before coming to the club...

"That was good, now-

Just as the attacker was about to speak, a car alarm went off and blared loudly through the parking lot. Laila heard noises that sounded like glass breaking and loud thumping as well. Someone was trying to break into someone else's car! She also heard a cacophony of screams and yells coming from that area also. She turned for a second, startled by the noises and worried that another dangerous encounter may be happening. The guards rushed over to the car, where someone was attempting to stealing the car, and subdued the man after a difficult struggle.

When she turned around, her attacker was gone.

What the hell? Where did he go so fast?

Alarms went off in the club, signaling everyone to leave immediately. This protocol was only put in place as a result of the rumors about attacks and murders happening there. The ensuing chaos left Laila with one objective: find Jessie. She was supposed to meet her back at the bar, but now she would probably be rushing out just like everyone else. Her eyes scanned the sea of club goers, back and forth, looking for anything that resembled Jessie's wardrobe. Eventually, she found the shiny bedazzled silver dress and rushed over to her, pushing her way through a crowd of people to reach her.

"Jessie!" Laila said as she ran over and hugged her friend.

"Laila, what the hell is going on? Is everything okay?"

"I'm good, you're okay?"

"Good. Let's get out of here, it's getting wild. Plus, it's cold as hell."

"Agreed, let's go."

They walked over to their car, as people finally started to disperse and the crowd steadily thinned out, and drove back to Laila's apartment. Jessie had left some clothes there before they left just in case, and they both changed into comfortable clothes before discussing the outlandish night.

***

"All I'm saying is, I had a cute guy ready to spend some alone time with me later, then you go outside, and all of a sudden the club is shut down. Not just the club shut down, but also my chances of getting on some good dick. That shut down too."

"Aww, poor baby Jess. You want a consolation prize?"

"I'm serious, Laila! I told you not to stir up trouble, but you just couldn't help it apparently."

"Jess, come on, nothing happened out there. I mean nothing that I caused. I didn't do anything."

"Really? Nothing?"

"Nothing. All I did was go to my car, grab my lipstick and some gum, and started walking back when all hell broke loose outside."

Laila looked at her friend as she explained what she was doing outside. She had been thinking about this conversation since they left the club, and was actually a little quiet during the drive. Something definitely happened to her while she was outside. Someone, a man, her attacker, whoever it was went from nervous pervert to menacing assailant in a matter of seconds. It wasn't just some trivial pass at a girl.

There was something different, something off about him that she just couldn't shake. And based on the stories that were developing around the city about the murders and attacks, she was more than curious about him. That was the only reason she hadn't called for the guards the second it happened. She felt like it was potentially getting her closer to finding the person responsible, and knew the clumsy guards would just fuck it up. She was expecting to get closer to the answer via conversation, but his sudden increase in strength and terrifying threat put all of that to a halt.

This was something she needed to think about, and handle on her own. It was risky, but potentially very rewarding. For these reasons, Laila decided to keep the incident from Jessie for the time being.

"I don't understand why the club shut down anyway, like it seemed just a bit excessive." Jessie said as she looked through her phone for pictures of tonight.

"A bit excessive? Technically it made no sense for a club to do that. But remember, they beefed up security lately in order to make the club feel safer amidst the stories and rumors. This protocol must have just been an overprotective measure to-

"Keep everybody safe?"

"Keep their image clean." Laila replied with a smirk.

"Of course, you never give places the benefit of the doubt."

"It's not that I don't give them the benefit of the doubt. I just don't give it very easily, especially if there's reason or evidence to be skeptical."

"Yea, but your skepticism operates 1,000 levels higher than everyone else's. It's on another plane."

Yea, and for good reason now.

Laila thought. That keen eye for scams and details would be important for her upcoming endeavor.

"So, and it's saved your butt from trouble so many times I'd need more double the number of fingers to count."

"That's what friends are for, thank you my lovely friend!" Jessie replied as she scooted over to hug Laila.

"Mmm hmm, your welcome. I expect full payment soon." Laila joked as she hugged her back and they both laughed.

"So, what happened out there that was so bad that everyone had to leave the club? I'm looking at some pictures online, and I don't really see anything."

"It was a car robber. Someone broke through somebody's windows and tried to steal the car. When I was out there, I heard the glass breaking and screams and everything. I think the driver was still in the car. It was nuts."

"What? Damn that could've been our car."

"I know, I'm glad it wasn't. But it was still...strange."

"What's strange about it? Besides being, you know, illegal?"

"Well two things: one, the fact that it was one of the cars parked in front of the club, like ours. It wasn't in the back of the lot, where there would most likely be less guards. Whoever this was, they were either desperate for this car or the person in it, or just high or drunk as shit."

"You know some people don't give a whole damn in the world about the consequences, or they just want a fun joyride. I just did a story on a group of kids who did something like that a few weeks ago. But what's the second thing that's strange?"

"The timing. Something was just, weird about when it happened. Like it was at the perfect time..."

"Perfect time? What do you mean? I thought you said it was a bad time because the guards would see him?"

"I know, I don't mean perfect like that...just..." Laila knew what she meant, that it was perfect timing because it allowed her attacker to get away. But she couldn't divulge that information to Jessie, so she came up with something else.

"Like it happened at the right time, literally. Most clubs have a point where they're at their most energetic and hype. Around the time this happened and I was outside, wasn't it like that inside?"

"Hell yea it was. I was actually kind of pissed that we had to take a break at the bar, but I wouldn't have lasted out there otherwise. The energy was ridiculous."

"Right...so the robber clearly waited until that time, when it was the least likely for people to be heading out, and there wouldn't be a crowd of people, and chose a car."

"I guess that kind of makes sense. Either way, I'm just glad the guards came when they did and everyone's alright. It sucks they pooped on the rest of my night, but all in all, I think we had a lot of fun. You had fun right, Laila? You feel better and less stressed about all that shit with Jack?"

"Yea...much better...thanks Jess, for dragging me out there. The club really was fun." Laila said while she pondered some more.

"It was everything people said it would be. No, more than that. I would say we gotta go back, but with all this drama, it's likely to be shut down for the long run soon. But if it's not, we'll go back, please?"

"Fine, fine, as long as you wear a slightly less shiny dress. All those damn sparkles are what probably attracted all those guys to our section."

"First: I didn't see you complaining, and second: you know

you're

the one that conjures up the hard dicks to grind on us. And you liked it too, didn't you? You're probably still tingling." Jessie said while smirking right at Laila and pointing in between her legs.

"I guess you'll never know. Now, party animal, I need to rest. That was too much drama, and I still have that viper thing to finish. Please leave my castle at once." Laila said in a royal tone.

"Fine, your majesty, good luck with your busy work. I'll talk to you later, and see you Monday?" Jessie said as she packed her things and got ready to leave.

"For sure, text me when you get home, alright?"

"Alright."

Jessie walked out and went home, making sure to text Laila the second she arrived safe and sound. After she was gone, Laila looked up some more things about the club and what happened tonight, then decided to take a shower. She needed the serenity of the water hitting her body to relax her, and help her think. She had a lot to think about.

While the water caressed her chocolate skin and she washed herself, she considered all of the variables and questions that had been passing through her mind. Who was the man who attacked her, and why did she feel such a strangeness emanating from him, especially when he looked at her? Was he the same man who attacked Brittany outside this same club? Laila still wasn't convinced in any vipers or alien activity, but she had to admit that something was weird about it. Was he planning on doing the same thing that he did to Brittany? If so, she was relieved that the car robbery interrupted him.

But then, why did the car robbery occur exactly at the moment when he needed to escape? That seemed

too

coincidental for Laila. There must have been some scheme that the attacker and someone else used to prey on their victims. It would make these easier in a busy, noisy place like Club Strobe. Were they only using Club Strobe as their hunting grounds?

There were too many questions swirling through her head, and she could only arrive at one conclusion: she needed to look for the man who groped her. Although he was intimidating and the thought of searching for him made her anxious, Laila figured that she would a have a chance to get info if she found him in a public setting. She just needed to think of a place to look...

***

"Oh my god, yes! I'm cumming again all over that dick!"

"Good. Now, on your knees, and taste yourself."

Tristan was back at the old club he frequented, and was finally engaging in some of his 'fun'. Since it was an unconventional club, there was a secluded backroom where patrons could reserve space to engage in sultry activities of their choosing. The catch was, this space couldn't be common knowledge to everyone that came in the club, or there would never be enough space. The club wasn't big enough to hold all those horny people. Luckily, Tristan was cool with the bartender, so he was able to reserve the room even earlier, before others took it. The room closely resembled the rest of the club, with hardwood floors, creaky doors with graffiti written on the walls, wooden chairs and an old sofa. There were lights, but they were so dim that it was a darker, more shadowy counterpart to the rest of the club's interior. The perfect place for someone to sneakily fulfill their desires.

Currently, he was gripping on the dark brown straight hair of a woman looking to fulfill some desires of her own. He was thrusting his throbbing hard dick deep into her mouth, almost assaulting her throat with a reckless force that caused her to salivate profusely as she struggled to look up at him with brown eyes. However, instead of being caught off guard by the power of his thrusts, she reveled in the taste of her own juices and was moaning through the whole thing. Tristan was pent up, with his balls full of loads of warm cum to give to the brown-haired woman, and he desperately needed relief.

"Please, can you lick me with your tongue? It goes so deep and feels so good, I've never felt anything like it!" The woman said as he withdrew his dick from her mouth.

"No, you'll only take what I give you. Now suck." Tristan commanded.

"Yes, I'll do whatever you want, please..." Her pleas drifted into more sloshing noises of her wet mouth sucking around his hard dick. She sucked viciously, as if it was the last dick she would ever suck, and was dripping even more with every minute that passed by. Tristan gripped her hair again and push her deep onto his dick, moaning softly. He felt himself nearing closer to exploding in her mouth, and pulled out just in time.

"On your knees, over there on the couch." He commanded. The woman hastily obliged, scurrying over to the old sofa and bending over and spreading her ass to get ready for him.

Tristan was especially frustrated tonight, and planned on looking for another woman after this one. He needed to release all of the tension he felt from the incident that occurred on Saturday night. It caused a slew of emotions in him, some which he wasn't used to dealing with, and this was the only way he knew how to deal with it. He was so close to having the girl with the two braids. He could almost feel her tight wet pussy around his hard dick, and remembered how incredible her thick, soft ample ass felt in his hands. Just thinking about her made him rock hard. She was attractive, but he couldn't understand why she did

this

to him.

Also, why didn't she feel anything? Why wasn't she affected? Clearly this woman he was with was affected, intensely affected. But the only thing the girl with the two braids seemed to feel was confusion and angst over someone touching her without permission. He didn't understand it, and it had never happened before.

It also worried him, because he wondered what would happen now. In the best-case scenario, she would just forget about the mark, it would fade away, and life would go on. He wouldn't have her, but at least things would go back to normal, somewhat. In the worst-case scenario, however, the mark wouldn't fade away, and it would cause problems for him. He didn't know, since this had never happened before, and the uncertainty and disappointment made him livid. He needed someone to help relieve the stress.

Tristan walked over and propped her ass up higher for him, then slid his dick back inside her. Usually, he would've granted the wish the women he was with, but tonight, he couldn't. He needed to fuck, and fuck hard. Her pussy was so drenched already that it slid in easily, with a smooth motion. She moaned loudly as the dick she needed was finally back inside her, and he immediately began fucking her, hard and rough. He alternated between gripping her hair as support and reaching down and grabbing her neck, lightly choking her through his relentless thrusts.

He ran his fingers atop the mark on her neck, making it burn with such a titillating sensation that, combined with his deep and hard pounding, made her cum on the spot. She gripped the rough, torn exterior of the dark brown sofa and moaned loudly once again as her pussy contracted around his rigid length. Her body attempted to thrust and spasm from the intensity of her third orgasm, but his strong grip tightened around her hips as the orgasm rocked her, and held her in place. This only intensified the feeling of being controlled she felt, and another mini-orgasm rocked her. He slowed his strokes, rubbing her back and spanking her ass as she came down and continued to moan and groan softly, just as he did. The pressure in his full balls had been rising steadily throughout the fucking session, but now skyrocketed towards climax.

"Come here, and take it in your mouth." He commanded in his deep, almost menacing voice. To the woman however, who needed him, his voice, and the mark, compelled her to do whatever he said. She turned around on her hands and knees and took his wet hard dick in her mouth, glistening with her juices, which had flooded onto it during her orgasms, and his pre-cum.

"Shit, just like that, I'm about to-

She tasted herself and sucked hard at a quickened pace, causing Tristan to buck his hips and grip her hair even harder as he felt the cum built up inside him releasing. He came hard, shooting a thick load deep into her mouth, and she struggled to swallow it all. Some of it dribbled out, but thanks to his forceful encouragement, she gulped down most of the thick warm seed.

"Mmm, good job..." He mumbled, groaning through the aftermath. After that, she lay back on the sofa next to him, almost completely naked besides her bra, submerged in a sea of pleasure as she closed her eyes and rubbed herself to sleep. Tristan stood over her, feeling satisfied for the moment, and began putting his pants back on after the intense and voluminous orgasm.

After this woman, he figured he would go and look for another, since he knew from experience that he would get hard again soon. However, that wouldn't tell him what to do next in the long term, about the girl with the dark red jacket. He just didn't know how to play it. Should he look for her, and threaten her again? Or let it go, and let things dissolve on their own? As he left the club looking for more prey, he pondered his choices.