Five years ago
I stepped into the crowded Empire, a renowned club in the ever buzzing New York City. The atmosphere was just how I liked it, loud with a bit of class. At this time of the night, the place was usually packed with people grinding on the dance floor, some taking expensive wines and drinks at the bar, and well people with poor taste in venues for business meetings. The plan for tonight was "get wasted", I deserved it after all I had just finished my final exams.
I headed straight to the bar and took a seat, "Two shots of cherry vodka", I said, sliding my card to the bartender. I observed how he mixed the drink and poured it into two shot glasses and dropped it in my view. The bitter taste of the vodka hit once I emptied the glass, and I immediately started feeling the effects after my third shot.
I felt the stool beside me get drawn as I bobbed my head to the music playing. The person beside me ordered a champagne flute, and I couldn't help but find his voice attractive. He had a strong British accent that could make anyone drop their panties, and with this, I decided to check him out. Black disheveled hair probably from running his hands through it, chiseled face, ocean blue eyes, and a very toned body. The office shirt he wore showed his bare chest and I could see some of the hair he had there. Dear Lord, what was in this drink.
"Can I buy you a drink?", the sexy man beside me asked with a dazzling smile. I knew that smile, he was probably looking for the next girl he would have sex with, but unfortunately for him, that wasn't me.
"I can buy my drinks myself", I said rolling my eyes.
"Hmm, feisty", he smirked
"I'm not going to sleep with you", I shot back, taking another shot. By this time I couldn't even count how many I had taken.
"Who said anything about sex?", he asked bemused. "I just felt like being generous to a beautiful lady".
"You think I'm beautiful?", I slurred. Normally I wouldn't have asked that question, it was very pathetic, but I was already getting drunk.
"Yes I do and I think you're very sexy too", he replied with a smooth voice.
"You're really good at this", I commented. "Is this how you get girls in your bed?"
He laughed out loud and I found myself captivated by his laugh. Why was I so turned on by everything about this strange man?
"You know you could have just said thank you right?", He asked with a playful smile on his face." Why don't we go dance together", he added out of the blue.
So this was his plan, offer me a drink, ask me to dance, and then boom we make magic together, well, he was in for some disappointment. I gently stood up, turned to him, and wrapped my arms around his neck. His breathing became uneven as I ran my hands through his face, chest and stopped at his belt buckle. He wrapped his hands around my waist and brought me closer to him in such I way that I was straddling him. I brought my lips to his ear, sucked on his earlobe, and whispered "not gonna happen" in it. Untangling his hands from my body, I smirked and walked towards the dancefloor. As I walked, I looked back and saw that he was still staring at me, shock registered on his face. Somebody must be having blue balls, I thought.
The dancefloor smelt of mixed sweat, but that didn't deter me, I came here to have fun and I was going to do that. I danced with different guys on the dancefloor in ways I wouldn't have without the alcohol courage. The guy that was dancing behind me left and another guy came to my backside. He grabbed my waist and pressed himself on me. I could feel every inch of him as I rubbed my body on him. His dancing skills were very good, so I turned to take a look at the person, it turned out to be the attractive stranger.
"Never gonna happen hun?", He shouted over the music.
He didn't wait for a reply but went in for a kiss. He kissed me so hard and I felt alive. I kissed him with everything in me and slipped my tongue in his mouth. The kiss was hot and passionate.
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I woke up in a strange room, and panic instantly set in. I tried to remember what had happened the previous night but my impounding headache was making it impossible. I felt someone move beside me and I realized that I was in bed with a strange man. I looked intently at his face and everything started coming back to me. I was in bed with the guy at the bar! Reaching for the duvet I checked if I was clothed underneath, but I was naked and my clothes were scattered on the floor from our steamy sessions.
"Holy shit", I muttered, shaking my head. I couldn't believe I had sex with a complete stranger. Feeling mortified I quietly got up from the bed and wore my clothes with the little dignity I had left. There was no way I was allowing him to see me, the morning after was always the worst. Quickly gathering all my belongings I stepped out of the hotel room and headed outside. I took one of the hotel cabs and headed home. What a surprising night I had. I didn't even know his name.