I've never had an orgasm in my life…
What's an orgasm? How does that even feel?
Why is it so overhyped? Why is sex overhyped? No one talks about the awkward positions you'll have to try for what… two minutes of pleasure…
That's what I used to say.
Until I met this guy.
This one night stand….
My One night stand…
I mean, of course I've had meaningless, emotionless, dry, awkward, non-orgasmic sex by amateurs. Fucking amateurs.
I never had an orgasm till I met Mr. Orgasm.
Well, he wasn't Mr. Orgasm, He was Mr Hale then he was....
He was my one nighter…
I really suck at explaining stories, Don't I ?
So…
It all started with...
"Annie, get dressed! You're gonna be late!"
"Just a minute, please—"
I scrambled on my shoes, tiptoeing. High heels or leather boots? Which one would be better?
Fuck it. Leather boots.
I wore them with my short strapless gown.
My roommate sashsa and I were preparing to use our last pay cheque go go to a club…
And party and probably have sex with some stranger we knew nothing about to while away time.
See, I'm not a party person. So I was fucking lost in that club. I just kept taking constant sips of whatever my Sasha would slip into my drink. The club's music—they kept playing that Post Malone song. What was it again? Motley Crew? I can't remember.
All the drinks made me queasy. The lights spun a little too fast. The bass thumped in my chest like it wanted out.
I walked up to Sasha.
She seemed to be enjoying the evening.
She was obviously drunk—it was evident on her face. She was dancing with some guy…
"Sasha, I think we should leave now, I'm feeling a bit unwell."
She smirked at my face.
Obviously she knew I was lying…
She salsa danced towards me.
"No, don't leave! This is my friend…"
She giggled. She obviously didn't know his name.
"He's hot! He's my new friend at this point." She was seductively dancing around him.
I didn't like him…
Or her new friend.
That's the fhing with Sasha she always makes new Friends.
Her "friend" couldn't care less.
"Oh… oh…" she said when she tripped.
"I'll be fine, Annie. Go get yourself a dick… You deserve one."
I rolled my eyeballs.
"I'll keep an eye on you," I said as I walked out.
"I can't hear you!" she said, giggling. His hand was on her waist. The look Sasha gave me?
Yes, by all means—she was definitely going to hook up with him in the back of the public toilet.
All those germs…
Fuck.
I went to the bartender. "Vodka. Add it to my tab, please."
I loved the burn of vodka. It felt good.
The music felt farther away now, muffled. My stomach twisted—vodka and worry mixing bad.
One moment when I turned Sasha qas there waving at me…
She was so hyper..
Yup.
She was fucking high.
I rolled my eyes and turned to stir my drink.
I couldn't find her !
One moment she was there.
She was right there.
Where is Sasha?
What if that guy was a serial killer? I would not forgive myself if she was in the news for some creepy murder documentary.
Fuck no.
I pushed through the crowd, the party energy shifting behind me. Laughter and bass fading as I slipped into the dimmer VIP hallway. The lights here were lower, redder, quieter. Doors lined both sides.
I kept opening them.
The first one was a couple hooking up.
"So sorry," I said immediately. "I'm sorry."
"Get out!" he said.
Jeez. Someone was horny.
Next door? Ewww.
Were they kissing? I slammed it as easily as I opened it.
Wait a minute. I'd notice that bra from anywhere. It was Sasha.
Relief poured over me.
I didn't know if I should drag her ass back
Well she did pay for the night and she did say she was going to catch a dick.
As fas as I kept an eye on her, everything will be alright.
Jeez, I needed to unclog my brain from the image I just saw.
The hallway felt longer now. Emptier. My heels clicked too loud. The queasy feeling was turning into something sharper—nerves, maybe. Or just too much vodka.
I kept going. Pushed open another door—backwards this time. Nearly stumbled when I walked in.
"Oh… oh… oh…"
"Who are you?" he asked.
Who was this stranger?
"Who are you?" I asked, sounding confident (or trying to). He had no right to boss me around like he owned the place.
"Are you the stripper?"
I almost laughed.
"What?"
"Are you the—"
"No, I heard you."
It must have been the vodka that made me flirt like that.
"Well, Sir… I am anything you want me to be tonight."
I played with the strap of my gown, blinking the way they did it in the movies.