Shasta’s wide eyes rounded when we closed the door behind us.
“Are you here to kill me?” she questioned, cowering in the corner.
“No, doll face. We’re here to drink,” I exclaimed, opening the tiny fridge and pulling out a few beers, handing one to Warrant before we both took a chair. The door locked behind us, then the warehouse filled with the sound of classical music, it was so loud it was practically vibrating the walls.
The first scream pierced the air, and Shasta’s mouth dropped. “Was that a woman screaming?”
“It’s better if you don’t ask questions, Shasta. Want a beer?” I held a drink out to her. “We’re going to be here a while, might as well get drunk and try not to think about what’s going on in that room.”
Warrant nodded, gulping a big swig when another scream pierced the air. “Here. Here, Brother. I’ll drink to that.”
Shasta moved across the room, cringing every time another scream was heard over the classical music being played.
“What’s going on out there?” she asked, sitting down beside me.
Shrugging, I took a swig of my beer, and burped. “I’ve learned its best not to ask questions I don’t want the answers to, doll face. Sometimes, it’s better to play dumb and stupid than try to be a hero.”
My head was fucking swimming. I was on my fifth beer, and feeling pretty fucking good. Despite the hellish screams coming from the other room every once in a while, we were actually having a good old time in the room, playing a fun game of twenty questions.
“My turn,” Shasta said, hiccupping. “Skid, if you could fuck anyone in the club. Who would it be and why?”
My eyes naturally gravitated to the man sitting across from me. Liquor had this uncanny ability to loosen lips, and right now mine were feeling frisky. Laughing like I was joking, I pointed to Warrant. “I’ve been wanting this guy to suck my cock since the moment I joined the club.”
Shasta almost spit out her drink, but Warrant just sat there coldly, soaking in my words as if he was absorbing them.
“That’s kind of hot!” Shasta exclaimed. “It’s always been a fucking fantasy of mine to see two men go at it.”
Warrant turned to look at her. “Really?”
“Yeah, the idea of watching one man go down on another man, makes my pussy wet as fuck.” It was obvious that she was drunk. But for some reason, her drunken admissions had Warrant staring at me strangely.
“I’m down if you are?”
The music in the other room got louder, and we could hear muffled screams on the other side.
“You’re joking, right?”
He shook his head, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. “I’m horny as fuck right now, and if the woman wants to see two men go at it, who are we to let her down?”
“What if Sabbath comes?”
“We’ll know. The music will stop.”
“I was just kidding,” I stated. Fear rushing through me. “I really didn’t mean it.”
Shasta took off her top, then moved over to the bed. “Please, Skid. I’m so fucking horny right now.”
She stripped off the rest of her clothes, then sat down, opening her legs so we could see her pussy. The same pussy that had dragged down half of the club.
Her fingers started working her clit, and I watched Warrant adjust himself, his jeans straining.
“Don’t be a pussy, Skid.”
“Look, as fun as that sounds, the last thing I want to do is fuck Sabbath’s girl and he find out about it. It’s bad enough that she’s fucked the rest of the club.”
Warrant’s eyes darkened as he stood to his feet, moving around the table until he was right in front of me. Before I could react, his hand gripped my cock, and my mouth opened in a gasp, one that he took as a fucking invitation to stick his tongue down my throat.
Shasta moaned on the bed. “God, that’s so fucking hot.”