Kiss Me

Part Three

Henley

I woke up with the mother of all hangovers. After that lap dance, after that guy walked away I felt the need to get my horny ass drunk. And it didn't help when Meg and her friends took the piss. I felt embarrassed and stupid, yet my body and heart had other ideas and even with my hangover I was still damn horny. Just thinking about that guy, his soft skin, that sweet erotic scent and those lips. Those soft velvet lips touched mine and I snuck my tongue in there.

Bolting upright, I grabbed my throbbing head. "Fuck...this is insane." I grumbled. I knew as soon as he walked away I had to see him again. I remembered last night whining to Meg at how hot he was. I knew I had to stop my drunken ramblings....yet it didn't stop, I made an even bigger fool of myself when the water works started. Damn, I'm a despicable human lusting after a lap dancer who probably does this sort of thing all the time. And a guy...A. GUY.

The bedroom door flung open, pulling me from my thoughts and I saw Meg standing there, holding a coffee. "Morning you drunk," she giggled moving towards my bed. "Here, I thought you'd need coffee."

"Thanks," I grumbled again.

"So," she said looking at me. Her eyes gleam with questions, questions I knew I wouldn't want to answer. "That guy, huh," she paused, making sure she had my full attention. Which by the way, she did. "Did you really want him?"

"What?"

"The cutie dancer. Or was it just because he resembled a woman and your dick got confused?"

I grimace. "Don't know what you're talking about."

Frowning she snatched my coffee, my much needed coffee. "You know when people are drunk, they tend to tell the truth."

"You're nuts."

"No, just admit it already and I'll leave you alone."

Clicking my gums I turn away from Meg. I can't admit such a thing because I can't believe it myself. A guy, a fucking guy got under my skin and I wanted him like the trees need the damn sun. "Meg, he's a guy. I'm straight…"

"And?" She asked cutting me off. "It happens, you wouldn't be the only guy in the world that changes his preference."

"I haven't changed."

"Could have fooled me."

Again I was tearing away from her gaze. I'm never admitting to Meg that I do want him. Yet how would I go about it? I'm in uncharted territory. I feel like an explorer who's just found the biggest jewel in the world and now I don't know what to do with it. "Are you going home yet?" I bit and moved from the bed. "Mom will be worried."

"Mom will be fine. Tara is taking her for lunch today."

"Fine, I'm stepping out for a bit." I said grabbing some jeans from the draw. Meg huffed and I felt her head lean between my shoulders. "What?"

"I love you bro. Please just find your path in life. It's all I've ever wanted for you."

I couldn't help myself and spun around, then wrapped my arms around her slim frame. Fuck I love my little sister. "I will," she relaxed in my arms. "I promise, now go to Mom and Tara."

Her small giggle settled my aching chest. "Fine."

I watched her walk away and I sigh heavily. I wanted to fall back into bed and drown in my sorrows, but I needed air. I need to think about my life, because right now it's really going nowhere. I work in a restaurant most days and try for overtime as much as possible. Probably because I've been so miserable since Sara and I broke up. Fucking bitch, cheating on me when I gave her the damn world. I guess that's one way of making a guy lose trust in women. Maybe that's why my heart was swayed by that guy, he had excitement. He made me excited. My dick more, but I still felt it. But at the same time, do I want his excitement? No question of a doubt that I want his excitement. I guess I can only try, if I get shot down at least I gave it a shot.

Leaving the safety of my home, I took a long walk down the busy street. So many people, people of different backgrounds, different races. So many different lives, yet almost everyone after the same goal. To be happy, to find their place in this world. I'm also one of them. Wanting some meaning to my sad existence. Don't get me wrong, I love my family. My mother, my sister. But for a long time I felt longing, hoping I can find my happily ever after. But my life isn't some fairytale, its real and it's painful. I thought for sometime that Sara was that happy ending, yet I was wrong. I guess her path wasn't me, its some loser who does nothing but swindle his money and name. Maybe her path will always be a bumpy one. I guess mine isn't so smooth sailing either, not with my mind on that guy. The path towards him will not be just bumpy, but it will be full of holes, big ones may I add. Yet I find my feet following that path, so when I finally looked up I saw the place The Vibe, in big neon letters, shining like a beacon to all that seem lost. A place one can lose their identity and become anything they want. Do I want to change myself? Do I want to become something else? I don't know anymore.

Taking a deep breath, I looked at my watch. It's not open for lap dancing yet, but it's definitely open for alcohol and for some reason I needed to drink. Dutch courage I guess. I push open the door and made my way in, it's dark and gloomy in the afternoon, but the smell of sex was still here, still very strong. "How may I help you?" The bartender gave me a short smile before grabbing a whiskey glass and poured a drink. "By the looks of you son, you need this drink."

I nodded and took the glass. "Thanks," and down the hatch it went, heating my throat and then my stomach. "Another one please."

"Certainly."

"It's very quiet."

"It's still early, the fun doesn't begin for another few hours."

"I see."

"The names Gerry," the guy said passing me another full glass. "Are you here for the fun?"

"I guess so, but it's a long wait."

"The wait is more than worth it." He said with a wide grin. Was it really worth the wait? I thought, downing my second whiskey. "Are you here specifically for someone?"

"I think so."

Smiling, he gave a quick wave of his hand and I turned to see what he was looking at and there he stood. Cladded in leather, his hair roughly tied back and those lips, pouty and beautiful. "Hey," he said, taking a seat next to me. "Why are you here so early Mr customer?"

My breath stopped and that familiar lump in my throat grew. "I…"

"It's fine." Reaching a shaky hand for my new drink he stopped me. His palm warm and smooth against my wrist. "I remember you," he whispered. "Mr straight and serious."

"What?"

"I'm sorry I kissed you, it must have been a real shock."

"Well, yeah," I looked away. His scent was so intoxicating I couldn't stand it. "But it's fine."

"You seem lost," I looked his way again. "Are you lost, Henley?"

Fuck, he remembered my name. "What's your name?" I asked. I probably won't get the right answer.

"My name is Aya."

"Real?"

He grimaced and grinds his teeth. The muscles in his cheeks working over time. "Yes, it's real."

"I wasn't expecting your real name."

"How would you know if it's real or not, I could still be lying."

"No, you're definitely not lying." I watched him with hungry eyes as he tucked a loose bit of hair behind his small beautiful ear. Man, I desperately want to touch those ears, to rub my thumbs gently over the soft lobes as my lips again touch his perfect pouty ones.

"You're early, I don't dance yet."

"Maybe I'm not here for you."

With a quick raise of his perfectly tweened eyebrows, he smiles. Shit...too much. "Oh, your most definitely here to see me."

"Possibly."

"You're very stubborn."

"I am."

"Me too."

The tension between us was hot like a burning fire against your skin, making me start to sweat. Obviously I wanted to move and cool down, or grab a napkin and rub my brow, but I was stuck to my seat, just staring at the most beautiful, angelic creature I have ever laid my eyes on. "Will...erm, you dance for me."

"Now?"

"No, I mean later."

"I'm busy later," he said in an almost whispered grumble that had my groin screaming at me. "You're here now and I guess I owe you one."

"You don't owe me, I have money."

Leaning in, his lips by my ear. My heart stopped. His breath is hot and sweet smelling. "This one is free and just for you," After moving away from me I finally felt like I could breath. "Follow me," he said, and held out his dainty hand for mine. "Gerry make sure no one comes out back would ya."

Gerry nods and I take his hand. "Where are we going?"

"To my private area."

I couldn't keep my eyes from wandering as he took me deeper into the club. His ass in leather was juicy as hell. That perfect sway of his hips had my mind throwing all kinds of crazy sex images at me. I couldn't stem the thoughts of being between those long toned legs, feeling them wrap tightly around my waist as I gave him all of me. "Wait," I said pulling back. "I, I don't think I will."

"Don't be nervous, I'm not going to eat you up."

"What, what If I want you to?"

Pulling me into another small room, his lips again came towards my ear. "Then I will eat every bit of you, Henley." I hitched on a sob that wanted to burst from me, because standing in front of me with the sweetest yet most dangerous smile was my devilish angel and yes, I wanted him to eat me alive.