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"No. Absolutely not."
"Marie please! This is perfect timing!" Emma pestered Marie. "You matched with Vought Medical, which isn't surprising after all of the hard work and research you've done. And then it just so happens that I get an invite to one of the most coveted supe after-parties out there! It's like just beneath Herogasm."
Marie furrowed her brows. "What the fuck is Herogasm?"
"Unrelated, also can't believe you haven't heard of it, but unrelated. Marie you have to come with me." Emma looked at her with her large puppy dog eyes. "Plus, when was the last time you got hot and heavy with someone?" She said wiggling her brows.
Emma had scored an in on the Vought Gala after-party thanks to her new boy-toy, Sam Rordian, former Guardian of Goldolkin and brother to The Seven's Golden Boy. Entering the venue with Sam by their side, nobody would question if they belonged there. Nobody.
"Em! Th-that's not my point. I have my first day tomorrow. My first impression really shouldn't be 'Hungover Rookie'." Marie protested.
"Okay so you have like a drink; maybe smoke a little pot and then take an Advil with a glass of water before you go to bed. Everybody does it. I'm sure half of the people there will be doing the exact same thing. Trust me babe, it works like a charm."
In all honesty, Emma does make a good point. Marie just graduated from Columbia University Medical School in New York, after having done an exasperating amount of research, studying, and losing countless hours of sleep. Any social interaction Marie has done in the past 4 years has all consisted of study groups, networking jobs, and the occasional binge watch on Vought+ with Emma. If it hadn't been for Emma attaching herself to Marie after attending a single Pilates class, Marie would have become some weird recluse. Not to mention she hadn't gotten any action in a very long time. To be fair, how much can a person think about sex when exams never seem to end? Going to one party shouldn't hurt. Plus, there are going to be multiple, well-known heroes there. What is the worst that could happen?
Marie took a deep breath and before she could second guess herself said "Fine. It's just one party."
Emma jumped up from her couch squealing in excitement. "But... I am leaving at 12. 1 am at the latest." Marie assured her. Emma rolled her eyes with her happy, go-lucky grin.
"Alright Cinderella, let's get ready we have like two hours before Sam picks us up." She said while dragging Marie off her couch and into her bedroom to get glammed up for the night.
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9:57 pm
Marie held onto her arms, trying to retain as much warmth with the cool spring breeze flowing down the Brooklyn streets. It wasn't terrible weather, however, she would have preferred not to stand in it wearing one of the tightest dresses in her friend's closet. Marie did have to admit though, that despite it clutching itself to each centimeter on her body, she did look drop, dead hot in it. The dress was ankle length, black ruched halter neck backless dress. The tie on the neck was purposefully long to hit her exposed mid-back. The only great quality about it being tight was it being able to hold up her tits without her having to wear a bra. Not that she could considering the back strap would be exposed.
Marie watched as Sam Rordian pulled up to the curb outside of Emma's apartment in his fully suited, silver Mercedes-Benz AMG GT. Emma practically leaped into his arms as soon as he left the driver's side. Not even 5 seconds later Marie had to stand there awkwardly as they locked lips; eating at each other's faces. It was fine for the first 10 seconds, but once they breached that time limit Marie had cleared her throat.
They disconnected finally and Emma blushed a bit. "Oh uh, Sam this is Marie. She's the friend I was telling you about."
"Hi, a pleasure to meet you," Marie said forcing a large smile on her face, trying to brush over the fact they basically told her they were fucking tonight. She reached her hand out to take his.
He took her hand and gave her a quick shake. "Hey, back at you." He had barely even glanced at Marie before refocusing on Emma. "Let's get you girls over to the party, shall we?"
It was safe to say that the car ride was less awkward although Sam came off like he really didn't care for Marie. Emma had previously assured her thought that he was just anti-social and was skeptical of new people. In a blink of an eye, they were already inside the elevator of a cushy, luxury hotel, making their way up to the roof.
As they were approaching the roof, Marie started nervously playing with her hair. A lot of the people at this party were VERY well-known heroes, billionaires, models, actors, artists, and politicians; and who was Marie, some med-school grad with a few hundreds of thousands of dollars in student loan debt. Could she even be able to fit in? She took a few deep breaths and got herself together. It's a party, it is going to be fun, and best case scenario: there will be plenty of dancing, grinding, and maybe some sex.
The elevator doors opened with a ding as all three of them stepped out onto the roof. Immediately met with a 6ft'5 guard looking like he came straight from the Men in Black, he looked at Sam and without missing a beat, unclasped the velvet rope to let all three of them through. The venue was gigantic. It was about the equivalent of a football field but with glimmering extravagance. A long heated infinity pool sat looking just over the edge of the city skyline as the DJ with huge speakers and strobe lights blasted his House mix. The dancefloor sat right in front of the DJ booth with 4 go-go dance blocks, all crowded with people dancing atop of them. The bars sat across from the pool, with sitting areas between the two. Marie had just stepped on the roof and already recognized two different senators and six different professional athletes. To say this party was overwhelming, was an understatement.
Sam led the girls through the crowd of sweaty bodies, half of them on drugs as their pulse was dangerously high. Marie could feel eyes glued to her while she held Emma's hand trying not to get lost. Was it the dress? Did she have something on her face? Or do they just recognize how out of place she is? Marie's anxiety crept on her shoulder while continuously trying to brush it off. Finally, they arrived at some sort of VIP area.
And there sat The Seven's Golden Boy Luke Rordian, his manager/ long-time girlfriend Cate Dunlap, and his best friend Polarity Andre Anderson. They looked over to Sam, and smiles came spreading across their faces. "Sam we didn't know if you were going to make it!" Cate had said while jumping up to hug him. They all then turned to the two faces they did not recognize.
"And who might these beautiful ladies be?" Andre spoke with his low seductive voice.
"This is my girlfriend Emma. And this is her friend Marie." Sam said sitting next to his brother, the Golden Boy, who was currently high out of his mind. Emma grinned saying hello to everyone.
"Marie come sit. I promise we don't bite." Andre smiled with a mischievous look on his face. Was he sure about that? "So, I haven't seen you at many of these things. Are you new in town?" He engaged in her as the others continued to chat amongst themselves.
"Uh kinda sorta. I just recently graduated from med-school so you could say I'm not really familiar with the night scene." She smiled out of nervousness.
Andre raised his brows in a sort of surprise. "Wow, med-school. You've got the brains and the beauty huh?" He noticed quickly as she shyly looked away while nodding. "It's okay Marie." He attempted to comfort her. "No need to be nervous. Here, this will take the edge off." He said taking a bag of white powder out of his coat pocket. "It's just molly. We all took some already."
Her eyes quickly shot over to Emma who was already doing a line of coke. After finishing her line, she shot back up breathing deeply through her nose. Marie looked back over to Andre who gave her kind eyes. Sure he was high, but he really didn't strike her as someone who would lace her with fentanyl. At least that's what her intuition told her. Fuck it. She was already here. If there was a night to be reckless and have fun, it was going to be tonight. And who knows, maybe she'll get to say that she fucked Polarity as well.
Marie licked her finger and placed it into the bag. As she raised it to show Andre she asked, "Is this too much?"
He laughed a bit and replied, "Not at all. That'll get you rolling for a couple hours." He stuck his finger in the bag as well, scooping up a larger dose than her. They both licked the powder off and proceeded to laugh. And in the blink of an eye, she found herself on the dance floor with Emma and Cate, moving to whatever the DJ was playing. In reality, Marie could only hear the faint pound of the music. As she swayed her hips and moved her body, she felt her bloodstream quicken, rushing to her skin and pouring heat out of her pores. Blood rushed to the most sensitive parts of her. Her mouth began to water as her pupils dilated looking at all of the lights. She closed her eyes allowing herself to get lost in the ecstatic feeling. Oh, how good this feels to let go. To forget about the stresses of succeeding and just being in the moment.
Looking from the bar, Jordan's eyes scanned the area looking for their friends who had evacuated their reserved area. Fucking assholes. Gone for 10 minutes trying to get a drink and all of them decide to bring their drugged-up asses to the floor. After downing the rest of Andre's drink, Jordan made their way across the floor in search of them. Really it wasn't that big of a deal. They could find someone to spend the rest of the night with; maybe take them back to Jordan's room and have a really good time. At the moment, however, they didn't really feel like hooking up with a colleague or having their sexual exchanges plastered all over TMZ the next morning. Much like how that happened to them after leaving a model's hotel room...twice.
While pushing through the people who were dry humping each other, or just straight up having sex, Jordan managed to dodge half of the people not looking where they were going, drink unspilt. Being in their more agile, feminine form, it was sort of like training. Finally spotting the pearly white smile and blonde hair of their friend, Jordan made their way over to Luke who was kicking back with Sam on the side of the dance floor. Luke spotted Jordan and exclaimed, "Jordan! Where were you? How long has it been?"
"It's been 15 minutes dude," Jordan replied and went to dab up Sam. "Hey man, what's up."
"Ah nothin' yet, just got here, and Luke's on one already. I'm just gonna take care of him tonight. Make sure he gets to his room okay." Sam reassured as Luke stood there smiling.
"You sure you don't wanna have any fun tonight?" Jordan teased.
Sam looked back with a slight smirk. "I'll have my fun man don't worry." He leaned next to Jordan and pointed into the crowd. "The blonde with short hair next to Cate. That's Emma."
Jordan followed his pointer finger trying to notice Cate and Emma. And they eventually did, only for their attention to be grabbed somewhere else. She was dancing beside them, with long locks with gold hair jewelry, wearing this godly tight black dress that looked way too good on her. Jordan was more than sure it would look even better off. Her eyes were closed, hands in the air as she rolled her body in a way that should be illegal it was so sexy. Jordan had to clear their throat and adjust their collar. Who was this chick and how has Jordan never noticed her at one of these events before? Jordan was more than sure that a model like her would not have gone unnoticed by them. They know they promised themself that tonight wouldn't end up like the last but how could they just deny the hot feeling that crept up their spine.
Jordan watched as this girl swayed, letting her hands roam her own body, practically begging for another person to come and fuck her. Jordan took a sharp breath in. All of the possibilities running through Jordan's mindset made them hot and wound up. They had to have this girl, had to know what she smelled like, what she felt like in their hands, what she tasted like on their tongue, how she sounded as they made her finish, and most importantly, had to know what it was like to wreck her.
As Marie continued to feel the music, her mind couldn't help but wander off. Was this how everyone felt right now? Was this the experience everyone stigmatized so much? How could anyone not want this at least once in their life? Marie opened her eyes, attempting to refocus her thoughts; perhaps focusing on getting some water. However, all that she could focus on was the tingling feeling in her fingertips, the pool of wetness between her thighs, and the lack of friction thereof.
Fuck, is she horny because of the drugs or is her body just craving a feeling she hadn't had in a long time? Maybe a mix of both. Andre! Where in the fuck was Andre when you needed him?
Marie looked through the crowd trying to find that smug face. As her eyes shifted through the crowd they managed to find Luke and Sam, thinking Andre would be right next to them, Marie looked to their left. And it wasn't Andre's eyes she met, it was someone much sexier. A woman with short wavy hair, deep brown eyes, well-defined collarbones, and a striped-black suit completely tailored to her body. The suit cuts down her cleavage showing off an interesting necklace and fits this masc fem look. The woman was already watching Marie, with her glass at the tip of her lips. Marie watched and felt as her eyes went up and down Marie's body, studying her every curve. She smirked a bit while sipping her drink, licking her lips when she was done. She cocked her head to the side a bit maintaining making eye contact with Marie.
If there was one thing Marie could do, it was catch when someone was feeling her the same way she was feeling them. She resumed dancing, this time with a focused audience. She flipped her hair back in order to show off her chest just a bit more, knowing that her nipples were just about piercing through the fabric of the dress. Marie continued rocking her body to the music; the heat between her legs growing as blood rushed down. Her hands roamed over her hips bringing them up to cup her breasts. Marie smiled at the woman, giving a wink her way.
The woman took that as a sign, wasting no time in making her way towards Marie. Next thing Marie knew, the woman was standing right in front of her; resting both hands on her waist as they danced. Music thumping loud as the lights flashed, Marie could see all of her features better than when she was 20 feet away, and god it didn't disappoint. Her lips looked as soft as her skin. She had subtle smoky eyes and smelled like a refreshing cologne with hints of amber and cedar. It was addicting.
The woman spoke out. "Tell me baby, do you dance like this for everybody or am I special?"
Marie smiled, her skin hot to the touch from the closeness of this woman. "Depends, do you eye-fuck every girl in the crowd or am I special?" This scored a chuckle from the stranger who had pulled Marie in closer.
She leaned into Marie's ear, one hand moving down to her hips, "Trust me baby, you're special." Shivers ran down Marie's back from the way her lips barely grazed her ear lobe. Fuck this woman has barely said 2 complete sentences to Marie, and already she can feel herself pooling in her panties.
The woman moved her other hand down to Marie's ass and pulled Marie in, closing the distance between their bodies and lips. The kiss was soft at first, polite. But that didn't last long, she soon moved her tongue into Marie's mouth, deepening the kiss. Her intensity only grew setting a violent pace Marie tried to keep up with. The way she kissed Marie was lascivious and dirty, it made Marie's body hum and ache with complete need. Marie placed her hand behind the woman's neck and up into her hair, resting some of her weight in this woman's arms. She could taste the tequila and lime from the drink she sipped on earlier. Marie whimpered into her mouth, only for the woman to pull her closer where Marie's chest was right up against hers.
Marie was lost in everything about this woman. Her looks, smell, taste, touch; all of her senses felt enhanced and drugged by just being in her arms. Marie's hands trailed down to her jacket opening, reaching in to caress her chest. Hell, Marie just wanted to rip her jacket off right there and fuck there on the dance floor. Have everyone watch as this woman made her scream, buried her face between Marie's legs eat her until she passed out from exhaustion; not that anyone would even bat an eye at this point in the party.
Much to the distaste of Marie, the woman pulled back, disconnecting their lips. "Take it easy baby. Not here." She spoke out breathlessly removing Marie's hands from her chest and placing her hand on Marie's cheek. She moved her thumb over Marie's bottom lip, eyes following. With such heavy heat between them, Marie instinctively slipped her thumb into her mouth, sucking it up and out of her mouth.
Marie watched as a wide grin appeared on the woman's face. "Fuck, you're just begging for it princess." Her hand fell to Marie's hand and swiftly led her through the crowd. In any normal circumstance, Marie wouldn't be so quick to go. Would want to tell Emma first. Would want to have a little more information on whoever this was and where she was taking her. Would want to AT LEAST know this woman's name. But these weren't normal circumstances. Consequence thrown to the wind, all Marie wanted to do was let this woman do whatever she wanted to Marie.
Fuck, all the things Jordan wanted to do to this model.
After what felt like the longest elevator ride, they finally made it to Jordan's suite. Jordan barely opened the door before the model threw herself into Jordan's arms, quickly closing the distance as if they should have never been apart in the first place. The kiss was hot and hungry. Both of their intensities sucking the air around them. The taste of cherry lip gloss is fresh on their lips. Jordan's hands began gripping onto her plump ass, attempting to walk her back. The attempt proved to be a waste of time as they decided to just scoop her up in one swift move and walk over to the couch in the living area.
Sitting down with her on their lap, left hand supporting her mid-back, Jordan got to look at her. And REALLY look at her. The dim lighting on the dance floor, with the flashing lights gave only a preview of what she really had. Truly god took his time when making this woman. The thin layer of sweat on her glistened on her cleavage, which only made the thin black fabric of her dress better grip her bronze skin. Jordan trailed their right hand from her thigh, over her ass, and onto her waist. What a beauty.
The model attempted to kiss Jordan when they suddenly pulled back. "Uhn uhn princess, not so fast. All this right here..." they said while checking her out, "must be thoroughly enjoyed."
The model was just about to protest before Jordan quickly cut off her thought. "Don't you want to be a good girl for Daddy princess?" The model's mouth parted an inch, taking a deep breath in. Biting down on her lower lip a bit, her doe eyes looking at Jordan, she nodded her head yes.
"Don't you want to make Daddy proud?" They said as they snaked their right hand up the model's knee, pushing the hem of the dress up to her mid-thigh, exposing more skin.
The model shifted in Jordan's lap. Rubbing her thighs together slightly, and gripping Jordan's shoulder just a tad bit tighter. "Mhm." She hummed.
"Don't you want Daddy to make you feel good princess?" They let their hand travel underneath her dress. Tickling her skin right up to her soaked panties. She shifted her hips back, opening her legs a bit as she gasped faintly. "Kiss you, lick you..." they leaned into her ear to whisper "fuck you in all the right places?"
Without a second thought, the model nodded her head. Desperate for Jordan to touch her. And god did Jordan enjoy watching her.
They leaned their body into hers, hovering their lips just above hers, before softly saying, "Then say it baby. Use your words and say it."
She swallowed a bit, attempting to clear her throat while simultaneously trying to not meet Jordan's eyes. "Yes... yes please."
"Please what baby?" Jordan said letting their fingers play with the hem of her panties.
The model's breath hitched in her throat as she just ached to rock her hips forward. "Please touch me. Please." Jordan couldn't help but smile at her immediate submission.
They moved their hand into her panties, sliding their fingers between her hot slit. The feeling of just how truly wet she was, made their pussy ache. Eager to wreck the little thing in their hands, they ever so slowly rubbed down her slit, only to slide their cool fingers back up to slowly circle her clit.
Impatient, the model decided to grind against the palm of their hand, whimpering at what little friction she had.
Jordan sucked a breath through their teeth. "C'mon princess, you can do a better job than that. Say my name, and beg for it."
She let out a low, shaky moan. Swallowing, she had spoken out, "Fuck. Please touch me. Daddy, please touch me." Her eyes were desperate, hips grinding greedily; how could Jordan deny such a beautiful little thing pleasure?
"That's my girl. That's my good girl." Jordan mumbled quickening their pace to match that of the model's hips. As their thumb worked her clit over, they slipped their index and middle finger inside of her, curling and pumping her pretty little cunt. She spread her legs as wide as her dress allowed her to, giving them as much access as she could. The sounds her body makes while being fingered by Jordan, fueled their growing desire and hunger for this woman. From her breathy moans to the way her pussy sounds so lewd as they pump her, Jordan couldn't help but be completely captivated by this woman.
Marie couldn't help but be completely captivated by this woman.
Her eyes now shut, mouth gasping, and nails digging into this woman's shoulder, Marie could only focus on the intense pleasure she was receiving. How her fingers curled to hit Marie's g-spot effortlessly; as if she knew where it was the entire time. As if she knew Marie's body like the back of her hand.
The cold touch of her hands on Marie's hot sex only made Marie's clit throb against her thumb. Her chest rose and fell faster as this woman pumped her closer and closer to the edge. How could someone she had never met before finger her like this isn't their first time fucking? Either way, Marie wasn't complaining.
"I-I'm so close." Marie could barely get out in a shaky voice.
"That's it baby. Go on, cum for me." She said in such a low and seductive tone. God just being called baby made Marie melt every time. Being singularly doted on and wanted by this woman brought such a different Marie to the surface. A desperate, tired Marie who just wanted to be wanted. Wanted to be the center of attention. The center of this woman's attention.
"Ah fuck!" That building sensation finally blew throughout her whole body, humming from her toes to her head. Marie came hard in this woman's hands, legs shaking, back arched, and hips stuttering. Her release relaxed what felt like every muscle in her body.
Her pussy still throbbed against the slow movements of the woman's fingers, riding out Marie's orgasm. Slipping her fingers out, the woman had brought them up to her mouth, licking up the taste of Marie from her fingers, still maintaining perfect eye contact. "God you taste just as good as you look princess."
Although Marie's body felt empty without her fingers, Marie couldn't help but be totally hypnotized by the way this woman looked at her.
Wasting no more time, Marie closed the gap between their lips. The woman's mouth was wet and rough, almost like she could eat Marie whole. And Marie loved it.
The kiss was just as dizzying as that orgasm had left her. Body thrumming with the sound and touch of this woman, the taste of her still heavily anticipated.
Without a second thought, Marie moved to straddle the mysterious woman beneath her. Wrapping her arms around her neck, hands tangling through the woman's bob, Marie couldn't help but take every single opportunity to be close to her.
Disconnecting their lips, the woman stared at Marie as she stared back. Her lip gloss was smothered all over her lips, hair was messed up, and that begrudging jacket still on her shoulders, Marie admired the drunk look of her.
The woman's left hand traveled up to Marie's scalp, grabbing and hand of hair and lightly tugging so Marie's head tilted back and her neck completely available. "You did so good for me princess." She whispered against Marie's jugular. "So beautifully, good."
"Mmm..." Marie hummed in response, transfixed in the moment, as she arched her chest closer to that of the woman's face.
"That was a compliment princess. What do you say to compliments?" The woman said as her eyes fixed on the way Marie's tits rose and fell so elegantly.
"Thank you, Daddy." Marie mindlessly spoke, drowning how the woman's soft breath on her neck sent goosebumps down her spine.
The woman's right hand trailed up to Marie's chest, stopping to rest her thumb and index finger on either side of Marie's throat. The woman leaned into Marie and whispered, "I think my princess needs to learn some manners."
Fuck me.