Wanting to get laid

Freda POV’s

We both walked into the luxurious clubhouse and were immediately welcomed with the odd smell of alcohol and loud music booming over the entire building.

I smiled and I walked further into the club. Miranda actually tried to stop me from coming here but I insisted because this was what I needed at the moment.

“Stay close to me, Freda,” Miranda said trailing behind me.

The sound of laughter and conversation filled the air. The clubhouse was packed with people enjoying themselves, and I felt a thrill of anticipation. I couldn't wait to see what the night had in store for me.

Finally I got to the counter and I met the bartender.

“Hey, I want the strongest drink you have."

The bartender raised an eyebrow, but he didn't question my request. He simply nodded and started mixing a drink that looked like it could knock a person out.

“Freya, are you sure about this? We can just go home now,” Miranda said and I scoffed.

“C’mon Miranda, you don’t need to fret, you are here to watch over me right? So just let me do this,” I said, giving her a puppy face and she shrugged.

“Here’s your drink, miss,” The bartender gave me the drink.

I slowly took it and I took a long sip. The alcohol burned my throat and I hissed but I welcomed the feeling. I needed something to take the edge off.

Few hours later…

The floor was littered with empty beer bottles, and in the center of the mess, I sat there sobbing into my hands. Miranda sat next me, rubbing my back and whispering words of comfort, but I lean my head on her shoulders heaving as I cried. My eyes were red and puffy.

“It hurts Miranda, I just wanna get him out of my head!” I yelled and I tried taking the bottle of beer but she forcefully took it away from me.

“Stop this, Freda. I know you’re hurting but I won’t watch you do this to yourself. Let’s leave now!” She yelled and as I tried to stand up I felt the urge to throw up, my eyes were spinning and I quickly moved away from her not wanting to embarrass myself.

“I-I need to use the bathroom,” I sputtered, choking on my own breath.

“Where is the bathroom?” Miranda asked the bartender and he quickly gave directions.

However, before she could assist me, I was already gone. This was the chance I wanted since the first moment we got into this clubhouse.

I know the things I wanted to do were unlike me, but with Miranda by my side, she wouldn’t let me do any of this.

I stumbled into the bathroom, my head spinning and my stomach churning. I barely made it to the toilet before the contents of my stomach came rushing up, and I threw up into the bowl. I retched again and again, my body shaking. I was drenched in sweat, and tears slowly trickled down my cheeks.

“You fool! Men are fucking liar, you all deserved to rot in the darkest abyss where you belong!” I yelled, stomping my foot on the floor.

“I’d rather say women are crazy, because why would a woman be in a man’s bathroom cursing at them? How ironic,” I heard a deep musky voice say behind me.

I immediately whirled around, my breath caught in my throat.

A man stood there, his dark eyes glittering and his dark clothes giving him a dangerous air. He was tall and broad-shouldered, and I couldn't help but think he looked incredibly hot. But there was something about him that made me uneasy. I couldn't put my finger on it, but my instincts were telling me that this man was not to be trusted.

But on the dark side, my other instinct kicked in.

“Freda this is exactly what you want, to get laid and wasted. Imagine spending a night with him? He’d be much better than your lame ex boyfriend. Don’t lose this moment for anything in the world,” My subconscious mind stated.

I took in a deep breath and slowly approached him. I knew I was taking a risk, but I had to know if my instincts were right. As I got closer, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I reached out and placed my hands on his chest, and was shocked by how solid and warm he felt.

I looked up into his eyes, and I smirked.

“Do you mind having this crazy woman for a night? Down there I’ll show you why men deserve to be thrown into the dark abyss, and you’d bring out the craziness in me,” I said quietly, still looking him in his eyes as I kept biting my lips.

I didn’t know if I was the one doing all of this, or it was the effect of drinking too much alcohol, but I just wanted to go on with the flow.

“I think you need your daddy to take you home, little girl. Perhaps your nanny? Who brought you here?” He asked and I scoffed hating the expression on his face.

It was the same expression Jake had and it made me extremely angry and determined.

“I guess you’d be missing this then,” I said and I slowly unzipped my dress exposing my breast. I saw him clenched his fist and I knew I had an effect on him, so I started massaging my breast gently.

“Fuck! Don’t regret this afterwards little girl, I don’t do kids, but since you insist. Don’t blame me for this,” He said and he slammed his lips on mine.

As our lips met, a tingling sensation coursed through my body. I felt my hands cupping his face and I deepened the kiss, with his hands roaming around every part of my body.

“Fuck it!” He groaned, breathing heavily and he suddenly carried me on his shoulders with his hands constantly spanking my ass.

He opened a door after walking a little distance from the restroom. As soon as we got inside, he immediately threw me on the bed with a sly smile on his face.

“You want this?”

“Just do it already!” I stated, with urgency.