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"feed" her start to flood me. God! I can’t go there right now. Finally arriving in front of the place, I throw money into the tray and push it toward the driver before I jump out.
    I walk through the entrance of the club and pass my ID to a bouncer so he can inspect it as I take a peek around, knowing some social lubrication is in order. The strobe lights pulse to the beat of the music and I put a little extra sway in my hips as I make my way to the bar. I call out to the nearest bartender and he approaches me in a graceful manner that makes me crazy jealous. I seem to be able to trip over my own shadow. I must have pulled the short straw in the grace department.
    “What can I get you?” He asks, flashing me his panty dropping smile. Unfortunately, it does nothing for me. It’s a shame, because he’s gorgeous: beautifully stacked muscles on a frame that has to be at least six feet tall, dark hair, shortly cropped, and smoldering milk chocolate eyes. Urg… Fuck! I will make this work!
    “I’ll have tequila. Make it a double, please.” A grin stretches across that handsome face, “Do you have a preference?”
    I lick my lips and notice that it catches his gaze. “Surprise me.” I whisper seductively.
    Pulling up a tall shot glass, he fills it with the poison of his choosing and I have a fleeting moment of anxiety. What are you doing, Felicity? Mr. Milk Chocolate Eyes pushes the shot to me, his eyes heated when they fall on me. I take it in my hand and raise it to my lips, the tequila fumes tickling my nose.
    Taking a deep breath, I murmur, "Bottoms up."
    I feel the liquid burn as it slithers down my throat before it settles warmly in my belly. I close my eyes, feeling the bass of the music as it reverberates throughout my body. It feels good and I start to sway to its pulsing beat.
    Opening my eyes, I search out the bartender to ask for another shot but one is already waiting for me. The guy who is sitting a space down from me tips his drink toward me in invitation and I raise my shot to do the same. I shoot it back and the effects are immediate. My body is loose. Any inhibition I had left is now long gone and I want to dance. The shot man comes to stand behind me, his body so close that I can feel his warmth radiating against my back. Turning around, I see that he’s incredibly attractive with sexy green eyes and full, pillowed lips … yum! Unspeaking, he takes my hand and leads me to the crowded dance floor. He pulls me close and we begin to move. He is fluid in his movements and I can feel what our closeness is doing to him, the hardness pressing against my thigh. I close my eyes and lose myself to pure sensation as he repositions his body, rubbing against even more intimate parts of me. He starts to grind his hard shaft against my clit and I begin panting hard as he keeps at his maddeningly steady pace. Just a little more and I will probably come right here, without caring who may be watching.
    He stills suddenly and I feel a scalding hot sensation against my body. I glance up to find his eyes wide and his mouth slowly opening and closing. Instinctively, I know if I turn around I will see that Alex is standing behind me. I almost want to turn, to fling my body into hers and have her whisk us away. I have to turn around though and I see that it wasn’t wishful thinking. She’s here and she is positively vibrating with otherworldly power. What really stands out is that her eyes have turned a color that I’ve never seen in that beautiful face before. They are crimson , glowing like embers in the dark of the club. Alex’s body trembles as she stalks closer to us.
    “Hey, baby,” some guy says, while putting a hand on Alex’s waist.
    I gasp as a wave of irrational jealousy rips through me but watch as she takes his hand in hers. A look of sheer agony shoots across his face, as she must be squeezing it really hard. Even from this distance, I can see that his hand is now misshapen and I’m pretty sure his