Jessica's POV
When Chase walked into that bar that night, I felt the type of joy I hadn't felt in over two months.
I liked Chase, but I loved him broken. Broken Chase always ran back to me.
Coincidentally, Mr Rudd and I were out that night too. He had been giving me glances too publicly, so I decided that it was hi-time we met somewhere outside the walls of school.
He was just a sexy eye candy that caught my attention, gradually, we became more than just admirers.
He needed something, and obviously I did too. Two things in fact.
Chase had left me solely for Emma, no I needed some dick, and I also needed someone who could help me fuck Eme up.
Rudd was my golden opportunity, so I grabbed him fast and hard.
He was only too happy and excited.
We used to make out in corners in the school, but between the threat of getting caught, and having to stop halfway. I hadn't been so unsatisfied. One day, it was so bad I had to finish up in the bathroom.
"Hey baby." I said, walking up to him, leaving Rudd in the corner. We had been drinking and making out for about three hours.
"Fuck off." He yelled at me.
I knew he wasn't mad at me, so I stayed regardless.
"I kinda know how to make you feel better." I said, coyly.
"I never asked." He replied. He was obviously in a very bad mood.
"I know. I'm suggesting." I traced his jawline and ended on his lip. He didn't fight it.
I took that as consent and took my fingers back.
I let myself feel him in all the places I had imagined. Chase wasn't resisting, he also didn't look like she was enjoying it.
I brought my lips to his, and thankfully for me, awoke the demon in him.
He put his hand around my neck and faced me to the wall.
I liked where it was heading, and for a minute, I gave a shit about what Rudd would think, but I couldn't be bothered. All he could do was wait. Revealing himself would only be putting him in trouble.
Chase pulled my gown up, exposing my bare bottom. The bar was filled with celebrities and influencers, so I had no worries. They were all going about their businesses under the loud music.
I went commando mode, no underwear.
Chase's throbbing dick was in me without foreplay. I would've been more sore if Rudd hadn't just removed his fingers from me.
"Are you happy, you crazy bitch?" He said, ramming into me.
I was more than happy. Delirious was the word, or hysterical.
"Fuck me, daddy." I moaned as he went harder and closer to orgasm.
It was getting a bit dry and so Chase poured a bit of the alcohol he was drinking on his dick and slid back into me.
It gave me a tingly feeling I had never felt before, but I loved it. I loved living on the edge.
I was cumming, but Chase wasn't.
Next thing I knew, he flung me against the wall and wore his trousers back, picked his keys and wallet and walked out of the bar.
He left me cross-eyed, but it didn't stop me from seeing that Chase and I had unlocked the beast in everyone and so the whole place had become a sex parlor.
Satisfied and happy, I slinked back to Rudd.
"You have so much guts coming back here." He said as I poured my half empty glass down my throat. I needed the rush after the mind and soul bending experience I just had.
The side of my head was bleeding from the impact it had with the wall when I crashed against it.
I could still smell Chase on me, well, Chase and sex.
"You wanna ride or not?" I asked him. I didn't have the energy for an attitude, I was already tired and burnt out. Worse still feeling dizzy.
My head began to feel so light. I started seeing colors and smelling sounds. It was then it occurred that my drink had been spiked, but it was too late, I could barely talk.
Rudd held me up and took my hand, leading me outside.
I managed to hold a lady by the dress, asking her to help me, but no one thought the drink of a shameless whore who had sex in a bar would've been spiked. I sure looked smarter than that, to them…
Rudd threw me into his car and that was the last I remembered.
When I woke up, it was in some hotel I did not recognise. I had been to almost all the high class hotels in County, and it sure did not look like we were in any of them.
"You fucking bastard." I said, when I woke up.
The clock on the wall said the time was about three hours past midnight.
"What do you call someone who fucks someone other than the person who brought her to a bar?" He replied, smiling. Rudd was stark naked, and the red light which was supposed to make him look sexy made him look evil instead.
"Your student." I said, spitting at him
He walked up to him and slapped me so hard I felt blood in my mouth.
"You seemed to have forgotten that when you dragged me to a bar to spend my whole salary in one night." I had never heard him sound so unpleasant.
"You sound like a fucking monster." I said, choking on my tears.
"No." He replied. " I fuck like one." His bright beautiful smile looked evil and sinister. I looked down at the blood between my legs and on the sheets, and I could agree with him.
"We're done." I said, dragging myself up. "Fail your end of the bargain and I'll make sure you never meet me." I warned him before leaving.
At times like those, it occurred to me that I was actually too good to be fucking around like that.
I was a model many women looked up to.