AT THE STRIPPER CLUB***
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“What took you so long?” Vicente asked.
“Kinda busy.” He lied. “So, what’s up for me tonight?” He asked.
“Beers, cigarettes and lastly, your favourite. . . ladies.” He said the last word like it was the most precious thing.
“I’ll take the beers and cigarettes this tonight.”
“Girls?” Vicente asked.
“Nah, not in the mood.” He refused.
“Seriously? Well, that’s unlike you. You never refuse women.”
“People change Vicente, when will you start seeing that.”
“I’m just surprised. Your own change seems surprising to me.” He admits.
“That’s kinda my thing, I love surprises.” He lights his cigar, smoking on it.
They had spent enough time with each other and Vincente excused himself to where the numerous ladies were. Though girls came to seduce Pablo but he wasn’t moved the way he always did before.
Since the very night Anastasia saved him from the cold, every thing about her marvels him that he hardly thinks of hanging out in the bar.
A lady came to him, she sat on his lag, caressing his face. She was brushing kisses on his cheeks while one of her hand slowly moved down to his trouser. She grabbed his Ďïčk, and immediately, he held her hand, stopping her from going further.
“Careful, sweetheart, I bet you don’t wanna trigger that now.” He warns.
She smiled. “That’s our job, handsome, we trigger.”
“You don’t wanna do this.”
“Are you scared?”
He leaned his face to her left ear. “Trust me, you don’t wanna see what it can do. Do you?” He whispered.
“Try me.”
Pablo smirked evilly, she just don’t know what she had done, and he wasn’t gonna take it slightly with her.
She gave a yet deeper, Mõ@ɲing sigh. Like breathing in he saw the word he had said shiver and expand inside her. Her arms moved now, and flexed: out of here. He watched the death-life fill her growingly.
She grabbed and caressed him with more muscle, more zest, than he had thought. Her long lean arms were spider arms, while her kisses roved and dug. She was a good kisser, but nothing felt sweeter than Anastasia’s lips.
“I see it,” he said. “You are the female praying mantis, devouring her mate. “You really aren’t scared.”
“I am and you are.”
“I shall eat every shred of you, mouthful by mouthful.” He smirked again.
“Exactly. Ah. But boy, you taste good.” She licked her lips, and pulled him close, but now he was clasping too.
It was a kind of slow wrestling, they were knitting each other into a loose slipping knot. He was upside down over her, loving her bush and lick-kissing like eating her inner thighs. Till at last they loved fully and later lay back. That was just a simple night stand but a deadly one too.
*
Pablo returns late in the midnight, drunk. It took him time to leave the car as he tried to get a hold of himself. He steps out but slams the door hard. “Oops!”
He drunkenly walk to the entrance door, pushing it open. He walks in, shutting it close. He leaned against the door. “f_ck.”
He trailed up the stairs, heading to his room. Clarabelle saw Pablo, she ran to the laundry room where Anastasia was with her dirty clothes. Anastasia flinched at the sound of the door, yelling Clarabelle’s name.
“Clara?!”
“You can’t believe this.” Clarabelle said, ignoring her.
“Believe what?” She asked, looking interested to know.
“I just saw Pablo, and guess what?” She asked.
“I don’t know. Not really good at guessing.”
“He is drunk and wasted. I think he must have had a long night having fun at one of the stripper clubhouse.”
Anastasia felt her heart has just stopped beating, like some one had placed a big stone right on her chest. Did she just hear Clarabelle say a stripper clubhouse? Or was it her imagination saying that?
“Did you just say a clubhouse?” Since the night she visited Kimber’s clubhouse, she knew exactly what a clubhouse meant.
“You heard me right.” She said, not noticing Anastasia’s mood. “Well, you better hurry up and help him out or he falls off the staircase.”
She left what she was doing, running to the direction of his room. Clarabelle on the other side, was busy smiling in excitement for her.
Anastasia ran with pain and anger in her heart. Why was she feeling this way? It shouldn’t bother her, right? It shouldn’t be her concern either, but why does she feel strange over what Clarabelle had told her? Was that strange feeling jealousy?
Pablo wasn’t fully drunk as Clarabelle had described, at least he can walk and see where he was actually going to. Anastasia stopped running, waiting for him to come closer.
“You’re wasted.” She said, a hint of anger in her voice.
“Yeah, I think I am.”
“No, I meant big wasted.”
She was looking at him, imagining why he’d be out at such time of the night all for the sake of drinking and what-so-ever he was doing there.
“Are you just gonna stand there or at least help me into my room?” He said, drunkenly.
Anastasia hung his arm around her neck, and one hand in his waste for support. His weight pressed against her, and the scent of the alcohol ached her stomach. She helped him into his room, dropping him on the bed.
“I can’t believe you.” She said mentally, turning to leave.
She was about leaving when he grabbed her hand, pulling her close to himself. “What the f_ck do you wanna do?” She asked, her eyes wide open.
“What exactly does it look like I’m about to do?”
Anastasia feared what he was about to do to her, and she hoped it wasn’t what she was thinking. “Let me go. You’re drunk, okay?” She struggled.
“I’m not drunk. I know what I am doing.” He grabs the collar of her gown, tearing it in halves. Anastasia landed a hot slap on his face. “Oops.” He said, touching his affected cheek.
“Now I see, you’re no different from your brother.” She said tearfully, leaving the room.
He exhaled heavily. “Oh, f_cking night.” He said, laying flat on his bed.
He dozed off.
Anastasia ran to the basement, her hands holding her cloth. She can’t believe what happened, he almost R@P£D her? It’s not even close to a week Micheal had R@P£D her and he was gonna do the same too? He was gonna cause more pain to her?
She locks the door, falling on the bed as she wept uncontrollably. “Why would you do this to me? Why? I always thought you were different from them, but I was wrong. You’re just the same!”
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To Be Continued…