Vanessa woke up to the bright sun peeking through her window. She rolled over groaning as she struggled to the shower. All her energy had been simply gone. The water felt good running down her body, and when she stepped out she caught her reflection in the mirror. Last night would have been a disaster looking into, but today her eyes just looked a little red. She noticed her skin was a shade lighter. How that was possible she didn’t know. Maybe she just need some food. She was feeling a bit hungry.
Finding some clothes and hoping into a cab she made her way downtown to the nearest Starbucks. Coffee was your friend, or so she had learned her first year of college. Right now she wasn’t attending any classes until the fall. It would be her second year, but she was worried about that man last night. What if he came back? She could let him do that to her again.
Something also was worrying her. No matter how much she didn’t want to admit it she had liked it. As crazy as it sounded she had liked when he had fucked her. When he had taken advantage of her, and some might even say it had been her fantasy. But that was just crazy talking. She had to get her thoughts straight, and get him out of her head.
“Here’s your check miss.” The waiter returned pulling her from her deep thoughts.
“Thanks.” She mumbled shrinking back when his hands got a little close while he took her place. He noticed but didn’t say anything as he left disappearing behind the door leading to the kitchen.
Great. Now she was never going to be able to date thanks to him. Too jumpy. What was she going to do now? No guy would want to date a freak. Paying for her breakfast she left walking toward the mall she had been going to since she was ten years old. It also was where she met her first boyfriend, and where he had dumped her. He had seemed perfect at the age of fifteen, but he had turned out to be another loser three years later. Abusive and overprotective they never stood a chance.
The good news was that it never stopped her from going to clubs, and having a good time with total strangers. She had even took a few home. None of them had been as good as Brandon had been, but they just needed a little help in the fuck department. Wait, what was she doing? Stop thinking about him she told herself firmly. She needed to get him out of her head, and maybe a club was what she needed. Plenty of guys and plenty of options to help her forget about last night.
Going back home she looked in the back of her closet for the little black dress that was a size to short. It did wonders for her when she had still been with Paul her abusive boyfriend, but now it would have to do wonders for another lucky man. She also found her red five inch pumps. Tonight though she didn’t want to just get laid. She wanted to get fuck. Hard. Straightening her hair, and applying light make-up she completed her look with bright red lipstick. She had to admit looking in the mirror now she was a complete goddess. Now all that was left was the lucky man.
A few days ago she had heard about this new club that had opened up. It was downtown a few blocks from the mall. Her friend had already gotten to go, and had absolutely loved it. It was as good as any place to start. After she had all night. Hunting down a cab she arrived a thirteen minutes later at the front doors of the new club. Endless was what it was called. The only way you could tell it was a club was by the blue neon light reading Endless, and the three big bouncers with a line of people dragging all the way down to the next block. Damn. She was never going to get in.
“Vanessa!” Oh no. That voice. It would be the death of her. Slowly turning around she came face to face with Paul.
“What are you doing here” She asked trying to pull her jacket over her chest. The dress left nothing to the imagination.
“Well seeming as I own the place I would drop by once and awhile.” He said smirking as he watched her fidget underneath his gaze.
“You own this club?” Even she could feel her eyes bulging out of her eye sockets.
“Well, I share owner ship with this new guy that just arrived. He’s the real owner. I just find the dancers, bartender, and bouncers.” Crossing his arms over his chest his eyes fell down to rest on her chest. “You look good, Vanessa.”
“Thank you. Well, have fun at your new club.” She needed to get out of there now. Seeing Paul was making her nauseas.
“You’re leaving? You haven’t even gone in to check it out.” He accused smiling his ass off.
“Yeah, well, the line is so long, and I’m not going to wait hours just to get into the club for two hours.” She tried to turn around to get another cab, but Paul wasn’t buying it. He knew her too well.
“Nonsense. Let’s go party.” He said grabbing her around her waist pulling her tight against his side.
Together they walked straight to the door, and the bouncers stepped aside letting them through. Vanessa knew she was in trouble now. Paul was always forcing her to do things she didn’t want to, and that had been one of the reason they had broken up. She didn’t think he was over the fact that he got dumped. The music was on full blast, and the walls vibrated with sound as he pull her down a set of stairs to the dance floor. Before she could protest he started grinding against her. She didn’t want to do this, but making a scene never turned out well either. The last time she did that she had ended up with a broken rib, and bruises to sky high.
So Vanessa danced.
Paul grinned knowing, thinking the same thing as she was. Someday he would pay for what he did to her, but it wasn’t going to be today. His hands reached out grabbing her waist, and pulled her against him hard grinding his hips against hers. Then before she could stop him he leaned down crushing his lips with hers.
The thing about Paul, he was a good kisser. Great kisser. But that was it. He was too rough ibed, and never knew when to chill out with his hands. She felt bad for any girl that got trapped in his arms when she left him. She knew she wasn’t the only one he had abused.
Pulling back for air she left his lips slide down to her throat as his hands found the edge of her dress. Very slowly he started pushing dress up inch by inch.
“No!” She shouted shoving him away. A few people had managed to hear her, and gave her looks. Help!
Why couldn’t they see what she saw?
“Why not?” His eyes had narrowed, and he reached out again dragging her up against him.
“Not here. Please.” Her anger. She needed to stop. Either she let him do what he wanted, or she’d pay the price. “Is there somewhere private we can go?” She asked running her hand up his chest.
Grinning he pulled her through the crowd, past the dj, and up the stairs to a long narrow hallway. As they went past door after door all she could hear was moans coming from every single one. Her stomach felt sick. He was going to do this. After the fact that she had told him that they were done he was going to do this.
“Vanessa?” Vanessa turned around to face Brandon. The man that had raped her the night before. He stood looking very handsome in a black t-shirt with tight black pants.
“Brandon.” Paul tightened his grip on Vanessa, and she realized that Paul didn’t like Brandon. “I thought you said you wouldn’t be here tonight. How do you know Vanessa?”
“I’m Vanessa’s boyfriend.” Brandon didn’t look happy, and ignore the first part of his question.
“What? She never mentioned anything about having a boyfriend.” Paul said looking kind of nervous, but he didn’t remove his arm, and tightened even more around my waist. It was getting hard to breathe.
“It’s complicated.” Was his only reply.
“Brandon will you take me home?” Vanessa didn’t want to go with either of them, but if she stayed here she would regret it even more. Paul was suffocating her, and Brandon looked like he wanted to punch someone.
Brandon nodded slowly, and with a little bit of tugging I escaped Paul’s grasp jumping into Brandon’s. At least he didn’t treat me like I was shit on a stick. Besides I could still get away. This club was huge, and there were so many witnesses.
“Vanessa?”
“Oh my god. You made it finally!” I heard a squeal, and turned around just in time to see my two best friends collide into me almost knocking me over.
“Isn’t this place great?” Chelsey looked stunning in a red halter top with a black mini skirt, and Danny in a black strapless dress. It had a low cut in the front revealing a lot of tanned flesh.
“What are you guys doing here?” I asked as they checked out Brandon grinning from ear to ear.
“Well this place is awesome, and they have really hot guys here.” Danny said eyeing Brandon before winking at me. “Who’s your friend?”
“I’m Brandon. Vanessa and I met yesterday.” My breath hitched at the words. The memories flashing back to me as I struggled to say something.
“Really? That’s awesome! We’re actually just leaving. We’ve been here since like seven.” Chelsey flipped her hair back before narrowing her eyes at something behind me. “Is that Paul? What the fuck is he doing here?”
So they got drinks and sat down at a table near the dance floor, and she told them what had happened. Brandon had disappeared, but returned right as she had finished.
During Vanessa’s troubles with Paul, Danny and Chelsey had been there through it all, and when things ended badly between Paul and her, they had said a few words to him telling him to back off. After that she never saw Paul again, and soon realized there were better guys out there.
“We should get going.” Brandon said appearing beside Vanessa.
“Actually I think I’m going to go home with Chelsey and Danny tonight.” Both of them looked at her, and she silently begged them to just go with it. “I really want to catch up with them. I have so much to tell them.” At the last part his pretty face curled in an upside down smile crossing his arms. “Is that okay with you?” Vanessa asked giving him her best innocent face.
“Yeah. I’ll catch you later then.” He stood there for a few seconds too many, and then turned leaving.
Vanessa could feel the disappointment that her body felt as she watched him leave the club, but she didn’t run after him. How could she actually like him? What was wrong with her? Didn’t she realized that he had raped her, and now Paul was back in her life? What was she going to do? She had to stay away from both of them. Moving sounded like a pretty good idea right about now, but how would she explain it to her friends? All they see is ex-boyfriend, and a hot guy that was definitely not an alien. There was nothing wrong as far as they knew.
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