Fearless Attraction (Cassie Series) (21 page)

             
The guy doesn't even ID us as we walk up to the entrance, and Amy and I both hold in our grins until we walk in. It's a different vibe down here. There are two long bars on either wall, the DJ booth is dead center on the back wall, there are a few oversized black chairs, as well as a bar tables placed near the walls, but for the most part, it's very open. It needs to be with the amount of people packed in here. I can already tell we're going to be a hot mess by the time we leave.

             
"Can I buy you ladies a drink?" the guy asks, bringing his head between ours so he can talk lower in our ears.

             
"Sure," Amy says. I nod my head, and together we follow him to one of the bars. He holds up three fingers and drinks are brought over and placed in front of us. I love it, no questions asked, nothing. This guy obviously is well known here because he didn't have to even tell the bartender what he wanted, and like that three beers were placed down.

             
He hands us each one. "Names Levi," he says.

             
"Thanks Levi," Amy says with a giant grin.

             
"Yeah, thanks." I hold the beer up and he matches the gesture before taking a swig.

             
Amy and I make it out to the dance floor and the Levi guy stands back, making his way around the place. We get lost in the music, just as we had before, except there is such a different atmosphere it quickly becomes intense and sweaty. When we need a break to sit down, we find some stools at the same bar we'd gotten the beers at.

             
The bartender comes over and asks what we want, which we both request another long neck. She quickly gets them and places them in front of us without asking for money. Amy lifts her beer to mine. "I'll toast to that."

             
"Right."

             
Someone’s hand runs along the back of my neck and it gives me a bad vibe, especially when Amy pinches her face together. I turn my head and see an older guy, probably in his forties, with long hair pulled back into a sleek pony tail. His teeth are yellowed by years of tobacco and he smells like he hasn't showered in a few days. My body tenses up as shivers run down. Not good ones either.

             
"Do you mind if I make love to your private parts with my mouth?" he asks me in a gruff voice. He then has the audacity to lick his lips before biting his bottom lip. His eyes are suggestive and I'm instantly sick to my stomach. I feel like I'm going to throw up. I'm seriously contemplating on smashing him over the head with my beer bottle.

             
Instead of being so dramatic, I just shake my head and turn away from him, keeping my focus on Amy. "Oh baby, baby, don't do me like that. You'll break an old man’s heart."

             
I have to press my lips together to keep from laughing. Amy rolls her eyes and together we take another sip, completely ignoring the creep. I glance around my proverbial vision to see if maybe that Levi guy is around. He didn't give me the best of vibes, but he is obviously well known around here and made me feel a lot more comfortable than this guy behind me. But I don't see him anywhere.

             
His mouth gets close to my ear and my entire body shuts off. I can't move, breathe, nothing, I just sit here, frozen and disgusted. "If that sweet little pussy of yours doesn't want some tongue action, I can show it some loving with something else."

             
Seriously?

             
Gross!

             
I can feel the bile rise in my throat and I shudder in my seat. With a giant breathe, I grab Amy's hand then pull her with me as fast as I can, with no notice, which causes her to topple just slightly, and I make my way towards the crowd dancing around. Once I weave through half the crowd, I turn slightly and don't see him anywhere.

             
Amy pulls me in for a hug and talks close to my ear, not because she is a sicko but because I wouldn't be able to hear her otherwise. "What the hell was that?"

             
"I know," I whisper-yell.

             
She pulls back and scrunches her face up. I wave my hand in a dismissal way. The guy didn't follow us out here, so we should be good, but I'll keep an eye out just in case. The thought running through my head the most is, if this is how guys at the bar act, I'm good with ever coming back.

             
Time goes by pretty fast and we ended up getting three more rounds of beer. I ask her what we're going to do about the ride home, but since we're not far from home really, she claims we can just get a cab. Besides, we're not paying for any alcohol, may as well enjoy the moment.

             
The DJ announces last call, so we walk over to get another drink. The bartender doesn't even wait for us to ask for something before sliding two beers our way. When turning back around, Levi approaches us. "Why hello there lovely ladies," he says loudly.

             
We both smile and wave. He is the reason we're down here after all, and the reason we're getting free drinks for whatever reason. He stands close but there is a lot of people around, so I just lean against the bar to make sure there is no touching of any kind. He still doesn't give me the best of feelings. I'm not sure why, it's just my gut reaction something is off with him. It doesn’t matter to me if he is well known or not.

             
"There is an after party back at my place if you ladies want to join?" He wiggles his eyebrows suggestively at the two of us.

             
"Sure," Amy says the same time I say, "No thanks."

             
He laughs and starts bringing his own beer to his lips. "Which is it?" He looks at Amy while he takes a sip.

             
She turns to me. "Please, pretty please, just for an hour. I'm not ready to go home yet. I have a buzz and just wanna have fun. He said it's a party, so there will be a lot of people there." She pouts her lips and bats her lashes.

             
Ah hell, who am I to say no to that? After all, I need to get out more. I look to the guy. "Who is going to be there?"

             
He twirls a finger in the air, signaling to the people around us. "Whoever wants to attend. I usually get a fine crowd of people."

             
"Ah, so you do this often?" I yell out.

             
"Sure do, every weekend." He grins and places his beer down between Amy and I on the counter, and when he pulls away he makes sure to brush his fingers along both our arms. "I got to grab a few of my buddies, let them know it's time to head out. Here's my card, address is on it. I'll see you ladies there." He pulls a card out of his front pocket and hands it to Amy, then winks in our direction as he walks off.

             
I pull the card from her immediately to make sure his job title isn't listed as a serial killer or something. She laughs at me, but I ignore it. Nope, it states he is a welder actually, and he has a local address with a home number and cell. If he carries cards around and has his information proudly printed on them, I'm sure he means well.

             
Finishing off my beer, I place it on the bar and we head out the doors. Amy calls a cab number and we give the address. They claim it'll be at least twenty minutes, so while waiting for it to arrive, we rush back in to use the bathroom, both giggling about our insane decision to go to some random party thrown by someone we don't know.

             
When coming out of the bathroom, the guy with the slick long hair that made way too inappropriate suggestions is standing across the door. Figures we couldn't leave without another run in. Amy and I keep our eyes down as we walk down the hall but he grabs my arm and it's rather hard. I can feel the sting under his grip. I try to pull away but it's to no avail.

             
"Ouch," I say and whack at his hand, but it's no use. He isn't letting up and the club is emptying out fast, since its past closing.

             
Amy stands tall with her arms crossed. "Excuse me, but we're not interested, you need to leave my friend alone before I call the cops."

             
He winks her way and tugs on me a little harder, this time he pulls me so I'm falling into his disgusting chest. He has what people would call a beer gut, and it hangs well over his too tight pair of black jeans. I immediately inhale cigar smoke from his hair and start coughing, trying to push away, but he just grips harder. "I suggest you don't do such a thing. Your friend here has been a tease all night, wearing this short dress and shaking her tight ass." His hand goes to my thigh and I smack it with my own free hand.

             
Amy takes a step closer, not looking in the least scared. I'm glad someone isn't terrified, I sure as hell am. "I said get your dirty paws off from my friend, or so help me God, you won't like the consequences. I'm not scared of some grimy piece of shit."

             
He makes an awkward sound with his throat as his nostrils flare and before I know what is happening, he is spitting a thick, white loogie at her. I want to gag, I feel so bad for her. I think I'd rather him have his hand on my arm than for him to spit at me.

             
"Now, if we're done here, I'm going to show your friend just what being a tease gets you. Some delicious mouthwatering loving." He licks his lips my way and starts to pull me towards the bathroom. I scream out in terror and Amy, ignoring the fact she just got spit on, runs over and starts hitting him on the back of the head, screaming at him as well.

             
He just laughs and continues pulling me. "Naughty girl," he whispers softly at me, just as he gets to the bathroom door.

             
I start pleading, loudly, hoping I get someone’s attention. Anyone’s attention. At this rate, he'll probably take us both. "Please, I'll do anything, just please. Stop!"

             
The door opens and he tugs me in with him, even though I'm doing everything in my power to claw at him and get away, but he is way too strong for me. Amy continues assaulting the back of his head with her fists, but when he gets in the bathroom, he turns and pushes her, causing her to fall backward.

             
"I'll be quick, bitch," he seethes at Amy. "Trust me, your friend is going to enjoy herself."

             
"Please," I beg him more. "Please don't do this."

             
He goes to close the door, even as Amy is using her legs to keep it open and I'm kicking at him fiercely, but he weighs close to three hundred pounds and we're like field mice in comparison to him. Just as it's about to latch, it swings back open, causing him to loosen his grip on me. I fall backwards on the ground, landing hard on my butt, and he gets pushed back into the wall.

             
I'm not sure who the guy is that comes flying in, but he just starts repeatedly punching the guy in the face over and over. Blood pours down the guys face and I'm just stuck here watching the craziness. Amy comes rushing to my side and wraps her arms around my shoulder. "Are you okay?" she asks me.

             
I jerk then turn my face to hers. She has tears in her eyes and I realize that I do too. "Uh, I think so." I’m honestly not sure if I am. That just happened way too fast. I was just way too close to something seriously horrible happening. I don't even want to think about it.

             
The grimy asshole falls to the ground, yet a smug smile remains on his face, giving me the creeps even more. The other guy, with blood all over his hand holds it out for me to take. I accept it so he can lift me off the ground. "You okay?" he asks. I see his shirt, it reads
security
. Ahh, he is a bouncer, that makes sense.

             
I nod my head quickly. "Yeah, now, thanks to you. Thank you so much for that."

             
"No problem. Do you need me to call the police so you can put in a complaint?"

             
"Um," I know I probably should, "that's okay. I'm sure he learned his lesson."

             
He shakes his head and grabs the guy shirt, pulling him off the ground. "Leonard, I thought I told you to stay the fuck out of this club." He practically pulls the guy behind him and I'm shocked by the fact this guy is known around here- and this is obviously not his first offense. Maybe I should have had him call the police. I just didn't want to be here until four in the morning, reliving the details of what just happened. I'd rather just move past it now.

             
I wash my hands and Amy washes the spit from her. "I'm not in the mood for that party now," she claims as we're drying them off.

             
I smile at her. "I'm not either, but we still can't drive."

             
"I'm going to call Kevin to come get me. Get us, I mean. I'll have him drop you off at your place if you want."