Chapter 3 Make Me Forget

• [Tabitha’s POV]
• I stand in line with Bonnie as a large bouncer asks for the IDs of those ahead of us. Even though we had arrived early, we still couldn’t beat the rush, which made me slightly hesitant about my decision to come out.
• However, when I remembered that bastard Anthony with Holly, I made myself dress in my skimpiest skirt with a black tube top so that my double-pierced belly button and dragon tattoo that traveled up my side and down my left arm showed along with a good portion of my skin.
• After pairing the outfit with some fishnet stockings, black thigh-high boots, and a leather jacket, I had to admit that I wouldn’t have any issues finding someone to help me mend my broken heart.
• When we reach the bouncer, I don’t miss his dark eyes trailing down my body, stopping for a few moments on my breasts before they come to rest on my face while a slow smile spreads across his lips.
• "ID, sweetheart," he husks, lifting a large hand and waiting.
• Nodding, I hand it over and wait as he takes it in, while Bonnie nudges me suggestively over the prospect of maybe playing with the bouncer later.
• "You’re good," he announces, motioning for me to enter.
• Stepping inside, I let my eyes take in the space that is already filled with men and women dancing, drinking, and even making out in booths.
• The scent of booze and cigarettes lingers in the air, mixed with a slight hint of sex, and as I look up, I find a second floor that is lined with many doors, which I can only assume is where the scent is coming from.
• Why wasn’t I surprised that Bonnie would bring me to a sex club? Oh, right, because she was part succubus and got off in these kinds of places.
• Sighing, I wait until she appears beside me, wrapping her arms around my own and shoving her large breasts against me while her large eyes meet mine.
• "He was sexy as hell," she sighs, looking over her shoulder at the bouncer once more. "You really should get his number."
• "Nah," I respond, heading to the bar. "I’m not interested in any lasting things. A quick fuck here or there is fine. Getting a number would hint at a possible future, and there's no fucking way I want that."
• After being fucked over by the one person that I never thought would fuck me over, there was no fucking way I was going to allow my heart to be swayed again, even if it meant eventually becoming an old cat lady.
• "Come on, let’s get a drink," I say, jumping up on a stool and motioning for the bartender, a handsome fellow with dyed blue hair, piercing green eyes, and a chiseled face that any Greek god would be jealous of, to come over.
• "What’ll it be, beautiful?" He asks, his eyes flashing with excitement.
• "The strongest drink you have," I announce, giving a slow smile. "If it doesn’t make me forget my troubles, it ain’t strong enough."
• "I have just the thing," he responds. "Will your friend have the same?"
• "Do your worst," Bonnie beams, leaning forward so that her cleavage bulges. "We’re looking to help this one forget a nasty breakup."
• "Ouch," the bartender hisses, giving me a sympathetic look. "No worries, I’ll hook you up."
• And hook us up, he did. By drink six, I felt like I was floating, and any remaining emotions I may have felt were replaced by a feeling of euphoria that left my insides feeling warm and fuzzy and my brain hazy.
• "Want to dance?" Bonnie asks, jumping up and holding out a hand to me. "Or are you too drunk?"
• "Not drunk," I counter, getting up. "And I would love to."
• We make our way to the middle of the dance floor and begin to sway our bodies to the music, slowly grinding against one another until a few men come up to join.
• Closing my eyes, I let the sensations of their bodies against mine overpower everything else until I felt a heat begin to build in me that made my core throb with desire and anticipation due to the ones pressing against me.
• Confusion flaring, I open my eyes to find that I’m sandwiched between two men.
• The one standing in front of me has dark eyes, which are surrounded by thick lashes, and long dark hair that surrounds his tanned, chiseled face, giving it a hint of softness.
• His plump lips are turned into a seductive smile, and while I continue to watch, his pierced tongue juts out and runs against them temptingly, making me wish I were his lips instead.
• Turning around, I take in the other and find that he looks almost exactly the same, minus his buzzed head, so his features are much more striking than what I can only assume are his twin brother's.
• "Do you want to go somewhere a bit more secluded?" He asks, leaning close to my ear so his hot breath brushes against my skin, causing my pussy to grow wet. "Your scent is starting to draw attention here."
• Frowning, I look around for a moment and find that many eyes are on me, and their owners' expressions scream lust and desire.
• "Or would you rather continue here?" The other murmurs, brushing his hand along my exposed stomach, so heat flares within me. "We don’t mind, but..."
• Go somewhere… I was sure they were referring to the rooms on the second floor. But did I want to go? Considering it, I look around for Bonnie but can’t seem to find her, and I can only assume she has already snagged someone to feed off of, so I wouldn't be seeing her again for a while.
• "Alright," I respond, letting the men begin to lead me across the dance floor and toward the stairs that led up to the rooms.
• Although I know I should be nervous since this would be the first time that I did anything with two men at a time, I can’t seem to find it in me. Instead, I feel myself growing more and more excited with each and every step until we’re at our destination.
• "You pick which room you’d like, Allister," the man with the buzzed head announces.
• "Then I pick this one, Vance," Allister responds, pushing open a door so that I can see what looks like straps and cuffs hanging in the middle of it. "Seems fitting, so we can both play at the same time."
• "Mmmm," Vance groans, wrapping his arms around my waist and shuffling me forward until I’m standing in front of what I realize is a swing with cuffs. "You ever been bound and fucked, baby?"
• "A few times," I admit, remembering just how adventurous I was until I started dating Anthony. "But it has been a while."
• "That’s good, because that's exactly how we like it. We prefer to do all the work while our partner obediently enjoys it."
• Letting out a rumble of excitement, Vance moves forward, cupping my chin in his long fingers, so I am forced to look up into his dark eyes while he leans forward and presses his lips against mine.
• As he shoves his tongue into my mouth, Allister comes up behind me and begins to caress my breasts while his bulge pushes against the small of my back.
• Slowly, he pulls my tube top down so that his fingers can begin to play with my nipples while his mouth finds my throat, and I feel sharp canines slide against my skin.
• Gasping, I attempt to pull away, but the hands that are caressing me and making my body feel alive hold tight until I begin to relax and craze for even more to be done to me.
• "You taste divine, but I wonder if you taste even better here," Vance purrs, shoving his hand between my thighs so that his fingers can rub against my clit through my underwear.
• "Look at that face," he grins, taking in what I’m sure are pink cheeks and hazy eyes from just how fucking good Allister’s fingers feel, teasing my erect nipples mixed with his slow taunts between my legs. "You’re really enjoying this, but remember, this is just the beginning, baby girl. Soon we’re going to have you addicted to our cocks to the point you're begging for them every moment of every day."
• "Make it happen then," I whimper, leaning into Allister’s broad chest so his heat seeps into me. "Fuck me so good that I forget everything."