“We’re only here to party. I want to get laid, too. I’m forever hopeful,” Stacey said, trying to purr.
Damn, her friend was really looking for some action tonight. Stacey only tried to purr if she thought it would help. Cora glared at the right guy, wishing he’d say one thing so she could spew filth out of her mouth. Most of the time because she worked in the high school, people assumed she was this sweet little innocent woman who didn’t know how to party. The truth was she loved to get down and dirty. The men who tried to date her couldn’t handle the kind of freaky shit she loved. They were looking for something normal, and the moment she took over, they ran like fucking cowards. This was why she preferred to keep her relationship with Jay. He didn’t complain if she needed to come more than twice a night. No one could keep up with her, and so she hid that side of herself so well, almost no one even knew she existed. Stacey knew, and part of Cora believed this was a ploy to get her dirty side out. Cora hadn’t let that side of her out for so long. She’d grown tired of men trying to change her.
Stepping close to the man on her right, she ignored the woman, and focused on him. Her heart was pounding, and her pussy hummed at the simple action of approaching this potentially dangerous man. One of his legs was sticking out, and the other had the woman on it. Stepping so his thigh was between her thighs, she leaned in close so their lips were barely touching, and staring into his eyes, she asked, “What’s the matter? Can’t you handle a real woman?”
She’d not done anything so crazy in a long time. The thrill of challenging him had her so aroused. Licking her lips, she teased her tongue out, and the way his gaze dropped, Cora had her man. He was thinking of better things to do with that tongue, just like she wanted him to. It had been too damn long since she’d teased a man.
“I think it’s time for the club to see what a real woman is supposed to do,” he said.
“I think that’s a very good idea.” Cora smiled at him.
“I’m Jerry,” right guy said.
“Cora.” She shook his hand, using a firm grip. She was a woman, but she wasn’t going to come across as a weak one. Cora had stood on her own for a long time.
The door opened, and Stacey walked inside. Keeping her gaze on Jerry for a few seconds longer, Cora finally allowed herself to follow after her friend.
Once the doors closed, Stacey started on her.
“Holy shit, I can’t believe I just witnessed that. Wow, you’re totally hot. Where has that woman been?”
Keeping her leather jacket, Cora headed for the bar with Stacey following her. “It’s nothing. You wanted to get in, and the guy didn’t see two party animals. I taught him a lesson not to mess with us, and to give him a bit of mystery.” She ordered a soda, not caring about the surprised look on the barman’s face. This party animal still had to drive home. “Go, enjoy, taste the new fruits at your mercy.” She spoke to Stacey, letting her know that she was more than happy to be left alone.
Stacey didn’t need to be told twice. Within seconds she was talking to two men, and Cora leaned against the bar, watching. The club was fucking hot. Men and women were wrapped around each other, and there was no lack of immorality going on. Over in the corner, she saw one guy getting blown by a redhead, holding the woman’s head in place as he pumped into her mouth. At the same time he had his fingers inside a woman’s pussy, and was sucking her tit. This was the kind of action she’d always loved to be around. There weren’t enough clubs like this.
“Does it shock you?” the barman asked, leaning toward her and handing her a soda.
“What?” She took a sip of her soda, finding it cool.
She was burning up. Her whole life she’d been hunting for something like this, and she’d finally found it, in her home town nonetheless. How long had it been going on?
“Everything you’re seeing? Some women think they can handle the open sex, but they always end up having a rude awakening,” he said. “The name’s Pixie.”
“Cora. No, it doesn’t surprise me at all.” She kept her gaze on the guy who seconds later blew into the woman’s mouth.
Licking her dry lips, she remembered she had a soda in her hand.
“This isn’t the only room,” Pixie said.
“It’s not?”
“No, this is for the beginners. For the women who think they can handle it, but really, they can’t. The brothers here know how far to go. A woman doesn’t want to leave this room, they don’t go anywhere.”
“It’s still free pussy to them,” Cora said, finally turning back to the bar, and staring at the handsome man. He had long messy blond hair tied at the back and shocking blue eyes. Pixie was large, muscular, and seriously hot.
“Yes, it’s still free pussy. You want to go and explore one of the back rooms?”
“Why would I do that?”
His gaze ran down the front of her body, pausing at her breasts. Her leather jacket had opened, and the shirt she wore along with the bra didn’t hide her arousal. Cora didn’t make a move to hide her need. She didn’t have anything to hide. This was a place to get sex.
“You look like the kind of girl who considers this child’s play. I’m never wrong when I see a woman turned on.”
Cora stared down the length of his body. “I promised my friend I’d keep an eye on her.”
“Who’s your friend?”
She nodded in the direction of Stacey, who was dancing between two men.