Mors

2

"Wooo, let's get f****d up tonight!" Oralee shrieked, her voice barely audible over the thunderous bass that vibrated through the floor. She grabbed my hand, her grip surprisingly tight as she dragged me like a ragdoll through the pulsing, sweaty crowd toward the bar. I followed along, a helpless sigh escaping my lips as I was jostled by strangers.

"Two shots of tequila!" she yelled at the bartender, a wide grin plastered across her face. Her obsession with tequila was both a wonder and a curse, but tonight, I didn't object. I wasn't craving tequila, though. My mind needed something else—a different kind of oblivion. The moment the shots were placed in front of us, I ordered five shots of vodka for myself.

The first shot was a fiery burn down my throat, making me cough. The second was smoother, the vodka's familiar warmth spreading through my chest. By the third, a pleasant buzz began to hum in my veins. I wasn't drunk, but I was definitely tipsy, my inhibitions loosening with each sip.

Feeling brave, I moved toward the dance floor, swaying my hips to the beat of a Chris Brown song. The melody wrapped around me, pulling me deeper into the music. My hands ran through my hair, my lips parted, and my eyes closed. The world around me—the flashing lights, the packed bodies, the deafening noise—faded into a hazy, rhythmic blur. My body moved without thought, a raw expression of the music's rhythm.

My movements changed with the song, from slow and sensual to fast and wild. Sweat trickled down my back as my body overheated, my skin slick against my dress. As the music subsided, so did the buzz. I needed more. Not wanting the night to go to waste, I stumbled back to the bar.

"Five shots of vodka, please," I said to the bartender. He took an eternity to bring them, but I was too focused on the alcohol to care. "Thank you," I muttered, grabbing a glass and downing it in one big gulp. The burn was exhilarating, a thrilling reminder that I was alive. I grabbed the next one and repeated the action without hesitation.

"Hey, beautiful," a voice hissed next to my ear. He probably thought he sounded seductive, but it was a pathetic imitation of a whisper, like tires screeching on concrete. The alcohol had given me an explosive dose of confidence, so I did what I never would have done sober.

"Yeah, hi to you too," I deadpanned, downing my third shot.

"You're so beautiful. Wanna dance with me?" he practically screamed in my ear.

"Thank you," I said, my words a little slurred but loud enough for the bartender and the person on my other side to hear. "But I have no intention of giving your perverted hands the honor of touching my pretty body."

The guy—who I now mentally referred to as "Screech"—turned a shade of red that was either embarrassment or rage. I didn't care. His bruised ego was the least of my concerns. All that mattered was getting that buzz back and swaying my hips on the dance floor. The shots had made me a little cocky, and I was loving it.

The last two shots went down easily, sending my mind into a hazy, buzzing fog. I shook my head, stumbled from the stool, and made my way to the dance floor. The moment I took a step, Oralee gripped my arm and pulled me into the center of the crowd.

Her hands gripped my hips, and we started grinding. I may not have been interested in women, but I was comfortable with a little playful touching. Oralee was an amazing dancer, and I knew no one would pass up the opportunity to dance with her.

"I'm just helping you swat away the annoying flies," she whispered, her hands moving over my body.

"And?" I threw my head back, turning my head to the side, and whispered into her ear, "Is that all?" I blew on her earlobe. She shivered, and a giggle escaped my lips. I was enjoying the power I had over her.

"Damn it, Eve. You'll make me want to actually f**k you if you keep blowing on my ears like that," she cursed, turning her face so our lips were inches apart.

"Just tell me what you want," I said with a smirk.

"I have my eyes on a woman," she whispered, her lips brushing against mine. "She says she's not interested in women, yet she can't take her eyes off of me." She slid her hands to the underside of my breasts, her touch electric.

"So you want me to put on a show for her?" I asked, my hands gripping her hair. I pulled her head closer until our lips just barely touched.

"Yes. Let's show her what she's missing." She slipped her hands up, cupping my breasts. I threw my head back, letting out a little gasp. I was acting, but it was so convincing that I almost believed it myself. It just felt like the harmless groping girls do with other girls.

"Mmm, baby girl, we might be acting right now, but you're making me really wet," Oralee whispered, planting butterfly kisses down my neck.

"I know," I said, pressing my hips against her crotch to prove my point. "I can feel the heat from your pussy."

"Don't tease me like that," she hissed, sinking her teeth into my neck. I let out a low moan, a shiver running down my spine.

"Or what?" I challenged, grinding my ass against her. She dipped her head so her lips were touching my ear, her eyes locked on the woman she wanted. The woman stared back, her eyes dilated with lust.

"Or I'll have to punish you," she whispered, yanking my head to the side with my hair and giving my n****e a hard slap. The woman's eyes widened.

"Mission accomplished," I said with a smirk.

"Mmm, you did good, baby girl," she said, planting one last kiss on my neck before motioning for the woman to come closer. The woman didn't hesitate, taking my place in Oralee's arms.

I turned my back to them and began dancing on my own. But then, my bladder decided to ruin the fun. I stumbled off the dance floor in search of a bathroom. What I didn't know then was that I was walking straight toward my doom.

I cursed as I walked through the hallway, passing couples practically f*****g against the walls. I didn't find the bathroom, but I did find two men—one passed out and the other dragging him down the hall.

My drunk mind lit up. They must be friends, and the guy was helping his friend home. I nodded to myself, my logic making perfect sense at the time. I started following them, my stupid, intoxicated mind not sensing the danger ahead. I willingly walked into the monster's cave.

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