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A night out at the club was just the ticket for this long, arduous week. It was one thing after another after another. Cassandra finally went through with her threat to quit leaving them short-handed, his car ran out of gas on the way to work twice despite knowing he had filled it full, and then to top it all off, a customer that day came raging in an email about something they supposedly did. Cleaning up that fire took literally four hours and all of his energy.

But that was then. This was now, this was after, this was the start of a weekend. Something fun, something fresh, something...not agonizing work.

He spent a pretty penny on getting some good scotch, the lights of the club bouncing around like a kid on sugar, the beats of the DJ pulsing into his ears and screaming lyrics about bumping hips and bouncing boobs. They had marked on his hand with that cool special ink for clubs only, blue ink glistening against his slightly tan hand for a moment before ‘disappearing’. Oooh, aaah. He touched it a bit, chuckling at the weird feeling before ignoring it after a bit.

He had gotten lost in a mosh pit for a moment, bouncing like a pinball as he thumped into one gorgeous woman with pretty red hair, then a man sidled behind him, strong hands grazing his hips and making him groan as said man made his way to the bar.

He had to make a choice?! Unfair, life was horrible, a misery wrapped in woe. He tossed back his drink, a hiccup escaping him as the crowd screamed in ecstasy as the drums smashed their way through the speakers.

A poke to his shoulder had his buzzed head swinging that way, pretty lights draping over all the people in the crowd. A beautiful woman with brilliant black dreads bouncing around her head, silver rings glinting in the light, black skin glinting in the light from a sheen of sweat, playful eyes squinting from her giant smile framed by neon green eyeshadow and shiny lip gloss that he was sure tasted as sweet as she looked. She crooked her finger at him, laughing, one pretty earring dangling on her right ear. “Hey! I-you?”

“What?!” he yelled over the din of the crowd, watching as she danced a little closer. He noticed her yellow tank top with a smiley face with one eye crossed out, and short jean shorts held up by a pair of suspenders, pretty silver heels tapping against the floor. A stark contrast to his simple, teal button up and jeans.

“I-nna-ck-you-!”

He shook his head with a grin, a little bit of a tease this time as he cupped his hand around his ear. “I can’t hear you!”

She leaned in, and in a burst of sweet flowers and cherry vodka, soft lips grazed his ears. “I wanna fuck your pussy!!”

Oh, shit...

God, how long had it been since he’d had a nice little roll in the sheets? Too long, he decided, and he gave her a quick nod. “Yeah, let’s do it!”

She laughed, harder this time, and he grinned wider at the thump in his chest. Beautiful woman willing to fuck his brains out, with a laugh that captured his eye? How could he be so lucky after such an atrocious week?

She offered her arm, and he took it, both of them weaving in and out of the crowd. She paused only to kiss up his jaw, a warm tongue licking a stripe up to his ear where she took a small nip, making him jump. She winked, then dragged him along and he laughed, a deep belly laugh that eased the stress in his shoulders.