Sarah felt foolish as soon as she stepped onto the bus, with the

eyes of the other passengers upon her; ‘I look like a hooker,’

she lamented. Not daring to sit down in the short skirt, lest she

give anyone a peep show, she stood and held onto the bar that

ran down the center aisle.

‘Of course, I can’t go home,’ her thoughts continue to turn. ‘I’ll

go to the bar and drink a coke. I can sit in a back corner and

hide for a couple of hours.’ She adjusted her grip nervously,

knowing it was a bad plan; ‘that’s the rule… we never go out

alone.’ It was dangerous to say the least, and images of all the

horrible ends she could come to haunted her.

Shaking off her ominous foreboding, she climbed down the

steps of the transport and listened to the click of her heels as

she strutted down the walk. Several of the men she passed

turned to watch her sway, and a devilish grin curled her lips;

‘come on, you like being bad.’ Arriving at her chosen spot, she

sauntered inside.

The club itself dimly lit, the music thumped loudly and vibrated

her organs as soon as she entered. Moving through the crowd,

she made her way to the bar, where she realized the doorman

had allowed her to pass unscathed. Having thought she would

have a coke, she heard herself mutter the word rum along with

it, and a few minutes later, she hovered next to a tall table at

the side of the dance floor, sipping the liquid through a tiny

straw.

About the time her drink needed to be refreshed, one of the

men who had been watching her sidled up and placed one

before her without saying a word. Her devious streak renewed,

she didn’t bother with the sipping, and hoisted the glass to

guzzle about half of it, before lowering it to give him a grin.

“You got a name?” she asked coyly.

“I’m not really into names,” he sneered, looking at the others

who were eyeing his target. Leaning closer so he could peer

down her cleavage, he noticed the silver amulet nestled there.

“You looking for a friend tonight?”

“Maybe,” she swirled her icy beverage, then finished it off. “Are

you a friend?” she cut her eyes up at him and blinked a few

times.

“Sure,” he took her hand, rubbing it roughly between his, “You

in the mood to dance, or find us some place outta the way?”

Giggling loudly, Sarah leaned forward, the alcohol clouding her

thoughts. When her face was within range, he met her, eagerly

exploring the inside of her mouth with his tongue. Deciding she

needed another, he pulled away, and waved at the waitress,

who produced more drinks for them while Sarah began to

wriggle around in time to the music.

“You don’t say much,” the girl screamed to be heard over the

thump of the sound system.

“I didn’t come here to talk,” he replied, putting his hand on her

hip and giving her a squeeze.

“What did you come here for?” she lay against him, placing her

words next to his ear.

Grinning, he didn’t back down, “I’m gonna take you out back

and fuck the hell out of you.”

Sarah burst into a loud laugh, “I’m not doing shit with you…

without knowing your name first.”

“Alright,” he pulled her against him, pressing his hardness

against her belly while his hand rode up the crack of her thinly

covered rear end, “I’m Chase.”

“Chase,” she repeated, feeling the bulge of him, and sliding her

hand around to right her skirt. “Stop that,” she said more softly,

and he kissed her instead, then put his fingers back where they

had been.

“Let’s go find some place a little more private,” he pulled her

along.

“I don’t know if I’m ready for that,” she snickered again.

“Oh, you’re ready,” he guided her through the crowd.