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even deeper inside, while pulling me towards him with his other hand. When he does start to fuck me, he is relentless. It’s like a blaze flashes in front of my eyes, both painful and indescribably blissful. He keeps plunging his rigid cock forward in long, smooth trusts, and with each one I feel even more stretched, more open, more invaded. Even with the music coming from behind the closed bathroom door, I hear the slapping sound of our bodies coming into contact.
    He seems overcome, he is building speed. His thrusts become more desperate, more violent. He is fucking me like a wild animal and I scream silently in his palm as his cock moves faster and faster inside me until finally, with a loud groan in my ear, he unleashes his hot load deep inside me, spurt after intense spurt, filling me up.
     
    I push through the bodies on the dance floor and make my way to our table at the other end of the club. I’m still sore. I keep pulling my dress down as if this is going to erase what just happened and turn me back into a good girl. My only hope is that when I return to my friends, there will be no meaningful looks from Ashleigh, or Evie nudging me teasingly in the ribs.
    He left the bathroom before me, so it wouldn’t look suspicious. Plus, it gave me a chance to straighten up a bit. How easy it is to be a guy. You just zip up and go.
    My fears are unfounded. It looks like no one noticed my absence as all the girls are engaged in flirting of their own with the rest of the crew. Who would suspect that I’m the worst, the lowliest, the filthiest of them all?
    My stranger is fumbling through the stack of Polaroids we’ve taken and when I come to check what he’s up to, he turns and smiles at me as if we are old friends. I’m not sure if I want to faint or throw up.
    “Don’t worry,” he shouts in my ear, “I destroyed the evidence.”
    He hands me the pieces of a picture of me bent over his crotch. What a gentleman, I think bitterly.
    At that moment, the screen on his phone comes alive through his pocket and I know it must be vibrating, because there’s no way he can hear it in this noise. He takes it out quickly, almost in panic it seems, and looks at it.
    “I need to go,” he says in my ear again and tapping one of his friends on the shoulder, he waves and is gone through the crowd.
    I plop myself in the booth and kick my heels off. I can’t stand these things any more. My feet sting. I’m already regretting everything. I know I won’t be able to live with myself tomorrow, so I order another drink, just to dull my thoughts for a couple more hours, while I still can.

 
     
     
     
     
     
    CHAPTER FIVE
     
     
    My head is throbbing as I unlock the front door to the bookstore and literally hide inside. The bright daylight hurts my eyes and I can’t even walk straight. My stomach is a mess and nothing good could be said about my looks.
    I simply threw on the first clean clothes I saw this morning and took off, hoping that the fresh air will at least clear the heavy weight in my head. No such luck. My temples are pulsing with pressure and the spot between my eyebrows seems like a magnet for all the pain my body is capable of enduring.
    I should have stayed in bed. That’s what party girls do, right? Responsible bookstore owners don’t, however, so I managed to drag myself over here, but now it looks impossible to greet clients or enter a single transaction in the system. I can’t afford not to open two days in a row. At this rate, I’ll be indebted to Joe, my new dad, forever.
    At least it’s Sunday. There shouldn’t be an impossible amount of traffic, not that there ever is. I’ll take a few minutes to sort myself out. I keep some aspirin in the kitchen and I need coffee badly.
    “I’m never drinking again,” I mutter to myself as I switch on the lights in the windowless room, which is more of a closet, than an actual kitchen.
    Every time the thought of what happened in the club’s bathroom sneaks its way