Chapter 14

Mia

Her curves…

ISTAND IN FRONT of the mirror and admire myself. Tonight I'm wearing a dark-gray slinky halter top. When I lift my arms, it shows a peek of my trim belly and the belly ring I have. The only thing holding the material up is the clasp around my neck. The skirt I'm wearing is black and flows loosely around my upper thighs. I applied my makeup to give me a smoky look. My ears are adorned with multiple earrings. I also have in my diamond nose stud. With my arms bare, you can see the colorful tattoos covering my arms. For shoes, I chose a pair of black knee-high boots that zip up the sides. My black-and-red hair is spiked in all the right places. As I look at the red tips, I contemplate whether I should go with a different color soon. I'm not full of myself, but I know that I look damn good tonight.

I hear a knock at the door and know the girls and Andrew are here. If I'm being honest with myself, I have to admit I'm really looking forward to tonight. It's been a long time since I've looked forward to a night out, preferring to stay in. Hell, it's been a long time since I've looked forward to anything. After I got over the initial hurt of what I thought Mac did, I went a little wild in retaliation. I slept around with a lot of guys. It's hard to do that here because the town is so small, so I chose guys from the next town.

When another knock comes, I pull myself from the past, determined to enjoy myself to the fullest. I grab the small change purse that carries my money and ID and leave my bedroom. When I open the door, I'm met with an extremely hot Andrew decked out in ripped jeans that hug his lean hips, a white t-shirt that shows a pussy cat with a big X over it, and black motorcycle boots. His thick brown hair is left untamed.

"Damn girl, you look hot!" Andrew says, and wraps his arms around me and plants a kiss on my lips.

I pull back from his arms so I can smile at him. "You look pretty hot yourself."

He lets me go but slings an arm around my shoulders and winks. "I know. Are you ready?"

"Yep, all ready." I close my door, and we both make our way to the waiting car where the girls are. Ever the gentleman, Andrew opens the door for me and I climb into the backseat with Chris and Karyn. Chris's car isn't the biggest, so it's kind of cramped, but we manage to get comfortable. Andrew gets behind the wheel with Bailey sitting in the passenger seat, and we take off.

The atmosphere inside the car is exuberant. We're all looking forward to getting the night started. Even Bailey is bouncing in her seat. I'm amazed at her excitement. I thought she would become more nervous the closer we got. I can only deduce her attitude stems from Andrew being with us. She knows that he would never let anything happen to her. Chris has a Maroon 5 CD playing, and she and Karyn are singing along with the song "Animals."

It takes about thirty minutes to reach Lucki's. I was telling the truth when I told Bailey it used to be a rough place. Looking at it now, though, you would have never guessed. The building is old, but you can see it's been updated. There's a big black sign with the word Lucki's painted in white. The windows are blacked out so no one can see inside. We get in the small line waiting outside. It moves fairly quickly and before we know it, we're inside.

It's dark inside except for the colored lights placed throughout the ceiling. It's not a huge place, but has enough room to maneuver around. There are pool tables and tables for sitting to the right and the bar is to the left. The dance floor and stage are straight ahead. Being a Friday night, there is a live band playing rock music.

"You ladies go grab a table while I go get us drinks," Andrew tells us. "What would you all like?"

We give him our drink orders and move through the crowd toward the tables. There are not many empty ones left and we snag one before it's taken. I sit next to Bailey, who is sporting a pair of cute straight-legged jeans and a sleeveless deep red silk top. It's modest compared to the rest of us, but I didn't expect anything less. Bailey is still self-conscious of the scars she carries on her back, neck, and legs she got from her life of hell with her ex, Steven.

Chris sits on the other side of her. She's wearing a green tube top that flows to her waist and brings out the green in her stunning eyes. She's paired it with a short jean skirt. Karyn, who sits opposite, is wearing a strappy dark red dress that leaves her arms and shoulders bare.

A few minutes later, Andrew walks up, carefully carrying a tray filled with shot glasses. There's got to be enough for each of us to have three shots apiece.

"Jesus, Andrew. Are you trying to get us drunk?" I yell at him over the music.

"Yes! Drink up, ladies. It's time to get this party started!" He says, and picks up one of the shots and throws it back.

We all grab one and look at the liquid inside before tipping it back.

"Damn! That's good!" Chris hollers. "What is it?"

Andrew gives her a mischievous grin. "Cocksucking Cowboy."

She rolls her eyes and her silent lips form the word, "Figures."

"Come on, bottoms up! I wanna dance!" Karyn says and we all finish the remaining shots.

I look over at Bailey and see a nervous look on her face. Chris notices as well. We both grab one of her arms and pull her from her seat.

"Let's dance. It'll be fun," I tell her with an encouraging smile.

We make our way through the crowd and find an empty spot on the dance floor. Andrew walks up to us, grabs Bailey's arm, and wraps his around her.

"First dance is mine. Let's see what you got, baby," he says, which makes Bailey laugh and the worry to leave her face.

The song's pace is fast and soon Chris, Karyn, and I are dipping and grinding on the dance floor. It feels so nice to let loose and just enjoy the music. I haven't really danced in years. There have been a few times while I was on shift at Jaxon's that I've danced, but not like this. I'm not a shy person, but I've never really wanted or felt the desire to let go like I am right now. I know part of it is the shots we had, but another part of it is that I feel lighter than I have in years. The truth I found out about Mac and Tessa relieved a little of the pain I've carried for so long. The weight on my chest isn't quite so heavy. I'm able to let my guard down a little.

A slow song starts and I feel warm arms wrap around me from behind. The slight musky scent of man and pine tells me it's Andrew. I close my eyes and let my head fall back on his firm chest. We sway and grind against each other. There's nothing sexual about it. We are just two people who feel comfortable with each other.

When the song comes to a stop, I turn around and see Andrew staring down at me with a smile.

"Thanks for the dance, Andy," I tell him loudly.

A slap to my ass is his retribution for calling him by his nickname. "Watch it, Mia Pia," he growls.

I look around and see Bailey dancing with Karyn and Chris. All three have flushed faces, but are having a good time. It's nice seeing Bailey lose her inhibitions. It's a sight to see her having such a good time.

"I'm going to go grab a drink!" I yell in Andrew's ear.

"Want me to grab it?" he yells back.

I shake my head, "No, you stay and dance. I'm going to go rest my feet. They're killing me."

I leave him on the dance floor grinding against Chris while he has Bailey pulled in front of him. She looks embarrassed, but determined to join in the fun. I laugh at the three of them.

There's not much room at the bar, but I manage to wiggle my way in between two guys. Being so small is a benefit sometimes. I order a Jack and Coke and wait for the bartender to get my drink.

I feel a presence at my back before a deep voice says, "Hey, sugar, why don't you let me buy you a drink?"

I turn on my stool and regard the guy standing too close for comfort. He's not bad looking, if you like the stuck-up type. He's wearing a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Every piece of his blond hair is held perfectly in place with gel. So not my type. I like my men rugged.

"No, thanks. I've already got my drink." I go to turn back around and he grabs my arm.

"Ah, come on, baby. Will you at least dance with me?"

I look down at the hand that's holding my arm. With his slightly intoxicated state, I'm able to maneuver my arm out of his grip and twist his so it's at an awkward angle before he realizes what happened. It's a move Jaxon showed me when I was younger.

The guy lets out a howl of pain and bends at the waist, trying to relieve the pressure on his wrist. I don't let up when I get in his face. "Don't touch me. I don't want you to buy me a drink. I don't want to dance with you. What I do want is for you to leave me alone. Do we understand each other?"

"Yes." The guy narrows his eyes at me and speaks through gritted teeth. I can't tell if it's from pain or anger. Doesn't matter.

I release him and he immediately grabs it and starts rubbing it. After glaring at me for a couple minutes, he turns around and walks off, but not before I hear him mutter, "Didn't want to dance with the dirty bitch anyway."

I turn back in my seat and see my drink sitting in front of me. I pick it up and take a big swallow.

"Nice move," I hear beside me. I look over, ready to get rid of another jackass. The guy sitting beside me looks harmless enough, if a little young. He has short light brown hair and a tanned complexion. He's not looking at me, instead he has his eyes trained on the TV sitting behind the bar.

I turn back to my drink and am taking another sip when he talks again.

"You know it's not safe to turn your back on your drink in a place like this, right?"

I quickly look back at him and see an innocent expression on his face. I narrow my eyes at him. Is he trying to tell me something? He turns his eyes my way and I see no malicious intent on his face, just genuine concern.

"It's okay. I watched it for you, but you need to be careful. There's no telling what someone could slip in your drink." After he's done, he turns his attention back to the TV.

"Thanks," I mutter.

Okay, that was weird.

I turn back around and look in my drink. After thinking about it for a few minutes, I deem it safe. Obviously, the guy was just trying to warn me to be careful. I didn't get any creepy vibes from him. I decide to sit at the bar to finish my drink and watch the football game that's playing. I'll go find the others in a bit. The guy beside me doesn't say anything else.

When I get up from my stool a few minutes later, I lose my footing and sway to the side. I shouldn't have drunk that last drink. I was already feeling the effects of the shots Andrew brought us earlier.

I feel hands grab my arms to steady me. I look up and see the guy who was sitting beside me.

"Easy there, let's take a seat for a minute. Looks like you had too much to drink," he says, in a calm voice.

I let him place me back on the stool, grateful for the help. I slump down. My head's a fuzzy mess. I really shouldn't have had that drink. My eyes are heavy and all I want to do is sleep.

The guy beside me asks, "Are you okay?"

"Yesss," I slur. Fuck! Why am I so dizzy?

"Do you have friends with you?" he asks me, seemingly concerned.

I try to lift my arm to point to the dance floor, but it just falls limply at my side. I manage to get out, "Dance floor". I try to shake my head to clear it, but it only makes me teeter to the side.

"Come on, let's go find your friends," he says, and gets up from his stool. He puts his arm around me. He has to hold me up, or I would slump to the floor. We start walking down the line of the bar.

It isn't until we are past the dance floor that I realize we aren't going there. He's leading me to a hallway on the other side of the bar.

"Where…" I start to talk, but it takes too much effort. When I try to turn in his arm, he easily holds me still.

"It's okay," he says in my ear. "I saw the guy you were with come this way."

Something isn't right. I shouldn't be feeling like this. I've been drunk plenty of times before, and I've never felt this way. It's like I have no control over my body.

The guy leads me down a dark hallway until we reach a door. The guy knocks, but no one answers. He pushes the door open and ushers me inside. I try to fight, now knowing this guy isn't helping me at all. He must have slipped something in my drink. If I had the energy, I would laugh. God! What an idiot I am!

I hear a click and then feel the guy pull me farther into the room, I squint and see it's a storage room of some sort.

"What are you…" I try again to talk. I swallow, trying to wet my dry throat before I try again. "What… are you… going to do?"

The guy turns me to face him with his arms still around me to hold me up. I feel so damn weak, and I can't clear my fuzzy mind.

"We're going to have some fun," he says, and lifts me up onto a solid surface. I slump back against the wall behind me, not able to hold myself up. My skirt rides up, showing my black thong underneath. He steps between my legs, not having to push too hard to force them apart. Again, I try to lift my arms to push him away, but I have no strength whatsoever.

"Fuck, you're pretty. I can't wait to get my cock in you." He reaches up around my neck and releases the clasp of my top. It tumbles down, exposing my breasts. He takes one of my nipples in between his thumb and forefinger and pinches it hard.

I whimper in pain. "No," I hear myself mumble.

"Oh yeah, baby. I'm going to fuck you so good." He then bends his head, takes my other nipple in his mouth, and bites down. I lay there helpless to stop him, on the verge of gagging from him touching me. My head turns to the side, and I see some type of spray bottle. I try with every bit of strength I still have to reach for it so I can spray it in his eyes. I want to cry with frustration when my body doesn't do as I want it to.

I feel the guy reach down between us and run his finger along my thong. "With you being so tiny I bet you're going to clench around my cock like a vise grip."

He moves my thong aside, and I feel his finger at my pussy. He groans and puts one finger inside me. I can't believe this is happening to me. I feel so helpless. I can't do a damn thing while this sick fuck forces his finger inside me. All I can do is lie there while he does whatever he wants.

He adds a second finger, then a third. "Shit, I need you to get wet for me or it'll hurt us both." I don't think he really cares if he hurts me. He's more concerned with himself. Everyone knows a dry pussy is not a place a man wants to put his dick. He'd rub it raw.

My mind is becoming more and more disoriented. I feel like I'm going to pass out any minute. My vision is starting to go black around the edges, and my skin is becoming clammy. My hearing is off as well. I think I hear someone call my name, but I wonder if it's wishful thinking.

I can tell the guy is getting frustrated because I'm not getting wet. He starts ramming his fingers in me so roughly it's causing my limp body to hit the wall behind me. Each time he pushes them in me, it feels like his knuckles are punching my pubic area. His grip on my inner thigh is brutal. He rubs my clit with his thumb, but it does nothing to help him in his attempt to make me wet. He removes his fingers from my pussy, and I think I see him through blurred vision undoing his pants. I feel tears gather in my eyes. Why haven't Andrew or the girls found me yet? It feels like we've been in this closet for hours. No way would they have left me alone for that long.

"Guess I'll just have to improvise," I barely hear the guy say through the pounding in my ears, before he brings his hand up to his mouth and spits in it.

I can't stop the sob that leaves my mouth, knowing I'm about to be raped and there's not a damn thing I can do to stop it. My vision blacks out for a minute before returning. The pounding in my ears is so loud that it feels like my head is going to combust. I close my eyes to block out the vision of the guy above me, ready to shove his nasty dick in me. I don't have the strength to open them again, not that I want to anyway. I feel myself going under and welcome the darkness.

Right before I lose consciousness, I hear a loud bang and a muttered, "Oh, fuck."