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Sixteen

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Keegan

I was definitely drunk as our Uber pulled up to the warehouse that doubled as the exclusive night club. I opened the rear door of the car and attempted to get out, my foot catching the curb as I tripped and had to catch myself on the car door with a slurred, “whoopsie.”

Maggie held me up as we made our way toward the inconspicuous black door being blocked by masked figures. I presented my completely legal ID card to the first and my hand was stamped. I was handed an ornate black mask that would cover the top half of my face with instructions to put it on before entering the club.

Masks on and ready, we made our way inside. We entered the inconspicuous door only to find a dark hallway with maroon velvet walls and black lights. At the end of the hallway we found another masked figure standing in front of a heavy velvet curtain.

“Welcome to Anonymous,” the figure spoke in a deep voice, “your VIP table is directly upstairs and to the right. In the spirit of keeping all identities anonymous each table is assigned an animal. Your area is titled ‘The Lions Den’. Once inside do not remove your mask. If you come across an issue please approach one of the masked workers that will be located around the establishment. You can identify them in gold masks whereas all guests have black ones. Does everyone understand?”

We all nodded in agreement and murmured yeses. With a casual “have fun” the masked figure pulled the curtain to the side, revealing the illustrious night club.

Somehow the music couldn’t be heard from the hallway, but as soon as the curtain was lifted the loud bass of the electronic dance music filled our ears. There were neon lights everywhere and a light layer of smoke filled the room, adding to the mystery. The velvet continued into the main area of the club, covering all of the walls and seating areas around the massive warehouse.

We made our way up the stairs to the balcony level that overlooked the dance floor below and found the roped off VIP area named ‘The Lions Den.’

The circular area was lined with round black velvet couches with tables in the center. Various bottles of alcohol filled the middle of the table and a golden masked server dressed in black lingerie was waiting to take our drink orders.

A few drinks later, Maggie and I were in the middle of the dance floor grinding on each other to the music. I was a little nervous about the anonymity of the club at first but knowing that no one knew who I was made me feel more confident, if not a little daring.

A masked man approached Maggie and started dancing with her, pulling her away. She glanced at me with a hopeful look in her eye that told me she was looking for validation before she ditched me for a hot one night stand on my birthday. I mouthed “go” as I waved my hands forward urging her to go have fun with this total stranger. She winked at me and followed her mystery man into the crowd.

Suddenly alone, I looked around the space to take it all in. Goosebumps suddenly erupted across the back of my neck, and I could feel his presence before he spoke. Like he was a magnet and there was a constant pull between us.

I couldn’t pretend that I didn’t want a repeat of that kiss from the other night. I was just drunk enough that one touch from him and I would lose all self control.

Hands crept their way onto my hips and I started swaying to the music against him. He pulled me closer as he placed a soft kiss to where my neck met my collarbone. This time, the gesture sent heat to the pit of my stomach.

“Happy Birthday,” he whispered in my ear, confirming who I already knew was behind me.

The masked man kept kissing down my neck while his hands roamed up my body to rest on my ribcage. I twisted in his arms until I was facing him and looped my arms around his neck.

His icy blue eyes stared down at me, glancing to my lips as if asking permission. Feeling bold under the guise of anonymity, I gave into what my body had been craving for three long years.

I pulled him down and his mouth met mine in a desperate frenzy. He completely dominated my small frame as he rested one hand behind my head and the other on my ass .

One kiss and electricity shot through me, urging me further into him. He yanked me closer and ran his tongue against my lips urging me to open and let him in. I submitted immediately, opened my mouth and swept my tongue inside his. He gripped my ass so hard that I winced and bit onto his lower lip.

He pulled away suddenly, probably regretting what we had just done, before leaning in and saying, “follow me.”

He laced our fingers together and guided me across the crowded club. The gesture felt entirely too familiar, except this time I knew what this was: a means to an end, giving my body the birthday gift that it desperately wanted.

No strings.

We wound our way through the people dancing and started up a narrow dark stairwell that was tucked into a corner at the opposite end of the club. At the top of the stairs was an unmarked red door that had a green light in the middle of it.

He pushed it open revealing a private VIP room that I assumed people could rent out when they wanted to feel involved in the club, but also wanted a more intimate gathering with friends.

Inside sat a small couch and table resembling the larger ones that were on the balcony. Directly in front of the couch was a floor to ceiling window that looked out over the expansive dance floor. I didn’t notice the window from down below, but my heart sank in panic. If we could see out, that meant others could see in.

“It’s a two-way mirror. No one can see us,” he whispered in my ear behind me.

In one swift movement, he spun me around and grabbed under my thighs. He pulled me up and my legs naturally looped around his waist. My dress rode up above my ass exposing my biggest secret of the night. He glanced down and growled, “no panties?”

A devious giggle escaped me, “I was hoping to find a mystery man tonight to distract me from my troubles. Maybe take me on the dance floor in secret.”

“If that’s what my girl wants, then that’s what she’s going to get. I’ll take you back down there right now,” he said, ghosting a finger along my clit, making me jolt.

My girl. I liked the sound of that too much.

I giggled as he shook his head and took my mouth again in a way that told me he wanted this as badly as I did. My hand grabbed his hair hard enough for him to hiss and latch his teeth into the pulse point on my neck. A loud moan escaped my throat and he chuckled.

“God I missed that sound,” he said as he licked and soothed the area that was certain to have a mark in the morning.

“Touch me,” I ordered, finding my confidence.

“Baby, don’t tell me you forgot the rules,” he replied before taking my mouth again.

“Touch me, please, ” I said in the snarkiest tone I could muster.

“Always such a brat,” he mused, placing me on my feet, “how does the birthday girl want to be touched, hmm?” He gave me a sly smile, “my fingers?” He ran his finger lightly up my slit, making my knees feel weak, “my mouth?” He asked, running his tongue from my collarbone up my neck, “or do you want me to bend you at the waist and make you scream my name with my cock?” He whispered sinfully in my ear as he took my hand, and placed it so I was gripping his very hard dick over his pants.

I was putty in his hands at the feeling of how I affected his body. He made me feel seen— wanted. He took my wrists and pinned them above my head. Leaning into my space, he said, “what’s it going to be? Use your words, beautiful.”

“I want your cock,” I gritted out, rubbing my legs together, seeking relief.

“Good girl.” He kissed me, nipping my lip before pulling away, “But first, I’m kind of hungry.”

My heart seized at the praise and I watched as the boy, now man, who broke my heart sank to his knees in front of me.

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