Unexpected

3. Freya

I can smell the mix of alcohol and sweat soaring through the air, feel the sticky floors as we walk through the club and hear the bass pumping through the speakers as P.I.M.P. from 50 Cent is played.

"Alright, Rey. Just one more step." I raise my leg and take the next step which is difficult when Danny is covering my eyes whilst directing me to the private booth they hired.
"Happy birthday!" A chorus of voices cheer as he removes his hands from my view. A huge smile takes over my face as I'm greeted by my friends all dressed up and looking incredible.
Jo is the first to squeeze me with a hug, "Happy birthday!" She squeals. She's acting as though I didn't see her this morning. I hug her back, "Thank you." I smile.
"All your gifts are back at the flat, it wouldn't have been fair to make you carry it around. So don't worry, enjoy your night and let's get you laaiid!!" She woos and I slap my hand over her mouth.
"Fuck yeah! You're about to be pimped out, Lambert!" Lance wraps an arm around my shoulders and kisses the side of my head. "Happy birthday, babe." Lance is someone I met during freshers week. We were both at the bar ordering drinks and he had this beautiful tattoo of a dragon that I complimented him on and from there we ended up going on coffee dates and the rest is history.
"Get your slimy ass hands off her, Lance. We all know they were all up in Harry's business just twenty minutes ago!" Jo slapped his arms making him flinch and try to swat her away.
"Bitch stop, this is real silk!" He shoved her away. "Anyway, back to you getting your back blown out-"
"Pardon?" Danny flinched as he approached the group and heard what Lance just said. My cheeks heat up and I avoid eye contact, locking eyes with Jo instead who stared back at me with a smirk. I shook my head and sipped on the vodka and coke Danny handed over to me.
"It's my girl's birthday and she's about to turn all the way up!" He sings but Danny doesn't look convinced. Rightfully so, Jo and Lance are a terrible duo when they're set on something.

The first hour was spent at our booth and the bar, singing along to the songs, dancing and catching up with friends. I felt so confident and liberated and it has been a long time since I've felt this way. My cheeks hurt from smiling and laughing so much but the pain is welcomed.
Next to me Lance nudges my side and nods towards someone on the steps leading up to our area. Security is standing in his way but he's pointing in my direction and trying to reason with the guard that was two times his size.
"Let him in!" Lance yells to the guard.
"Lance!" I hit his side in disbelief.
"What!? He's cute! You need to mount, climb and ride that bull!" He pulls my dress down so my breasts are more exposed and he sorts my hair that has no doubt gone a little frizzy from the humidity in here.

The guy wasn't short or anything, in fact he was at least 6ft, maybe more. He was built like the actor, Trai Byers and I am a weak woman when it comes to men like him and beautiful asses in perfectly fitting trousers. He had warm brown eyes, a perfectly groomed five o'clock shadow that I could imagine scratching up my thighs, a jawline you could cut yourself on and oh my god, his smile was gorgeous. As he walked over to us his perfectly striaght white teeth glistened, full, soft and smiling lips framing them perfectly. They were distracting in the best way. He wore a beige jacket, white t-shirt, demin blue jeans and white Nike trainers. He had a thin gold chain hung around his neck, a smart watch around his wrist and a small diamond stud earing. He was really cute I couldn't deny that.
He stood in from of our table, oozing confidence and his attention focused on me as he leaned on the table with his gorgeously thick forearms. I wonder how they'd feel around me.
"With how ethereal you look tonight, your beauty is truly out of this world." His warm and deep voice greeted. Not the best line I've heard but pretty privilege is working for him.
"Thank you." I smile in return, Lance hasn't made an effort to move but I'm glad because he will be able to sus this guy out quicker than I can.
"I'm Caleb." He introduces and offers me his big and tattooed hand. I peak a potential sleeve tattoo up his arm but I couldn't see much due to his sleeves covering them.
"Freya." I shake his hand, they're warm and slightly rough. His hand lingers on the tips of my fingers as he continues to speak.
"Happy birthday, Freya. Can I buy you a drink?" He asks and I hold up my almost full dirty martini. He laughs and nods, "How about a dance then?" He asks, stunning me a little.
"You can dance?" I asked, my voice going a lot more higher than anticipated. Danny is a great dancer so this guy has got to meet his standard when it comes to dancing.
"Yes actually. I used to be in a street dance group back in High School." He grins and I put my drink down on the table before I break it from the shock.
"I hate to sound judgemental but I would never have pegged you for a street dancer. You're so built!" I explain and an eyebrow raises with a smirk.
"I hate to be so forward but you should buy me dinner first before you peg me." His smirk turns into a laugh as my eyes almost fall out of my sockets.
"Ooo I like him. I'm going to the washroom, be right back." Lance cackles and walks away. I take the hint that he's approved Caleb and is leaving us alone. I can't help but grin as he takes up Lance's now vacant seat.
"This pink is working for you. You remind me of candy floss, I wonder if you taste just as sweet." His eyes trail down my body then back to my eyes and butterflies fluttered around my stomach from the way his tongue slid along his lips. Keep in mind I haven't been with anyone in a year so the way he's looking at me, giving me his full attention, keeping his intentions clear with no beating around the bush. It's pathetic I know but I need just one night of just sex to take my mind off of everything just for a little bit. And who better to do it with than this fine specimen of a man.
"You from around here?" I asked, running my fingers up his big hand that was decorated with veins and a few rings. A wonderful neckless...
"Manchester actually. I take it from your accent you're from around here." He twisted his hand so our fingers would interwine.
"You've traveled a long way then. You heading back tonight?" I asked, my eyes falling to his lips then back to his eyes.
"I have a hotel room actually. It's not that far from here." His eyes were intense, suggestive. I'm a sadist for sexual torture. I want to build this up before I come crashing down.
"You said something about dancing?" I get off my seat and pull him with our interwined hands. He gets up and follows me, a smirk forming on his lips. My friends whistle and woo as we walk past them. I giggled as we head down to the dance floor.
Tambourine by E.V.E. was about to finish and I swayed my hips to the beat as we joined the dancing and grinding bodies on the dance floor. "You said you were a street dancer, show me what you got." I grinned as New Flame by Chris Brown, Usher and Rick Ross started. The lighting was doing wonders for his tanned skin.
"You're still doubting me?" Amusement was evident in his tone and I shrugged. He ran his fingers down my arm before locking our fingers together, he took a step back and spun me into him, gasping as my back hit his front. As the chorus played, he did a body roll that my body mimicked against him. He was practically manhandling me the way he moved his body with mine and I'd be lying if I said it wasn't turning me on. The way his hands gripped my body, the warmth and confidence he was radiating, I felt the heat in my lower region.
The song changed to a slower, sensual and dirty beat, the kind of song that had people grinding on each other and making out.
A

few songs past and it was back to a sensual track. I don't know how we got here; my back against his front, the palm of his hand settled on my stomach. I could feel he was hard against my ass. I reached behind me and wrapped my fingers around the back of his neck, pulling him close so his lips were lightly brushing against mine.
"Wanna get out of here?" He says against them.
I grind against him earning a hiss and a grin,
"What do you think?" I nipped his lip and seen his eyes darken with lust. I'm ready. Without another word I grab his hand and head back to our booth to grab my belongings.
Jo is sitting in the booth talking with Lance, Danny and Zoe. "Thank you guys so much for everything tonight." I give each of them a quick hug. "You did an incredible job. But I'm going to head off." I tell them and Jo's head snaps to Caleb. She runs a judging eye over him before looking at me. "This is Caleb." I bit my lip with a nervous smile, I actually felt anxious about what she was going to say. A grin forms on her lips before she jumps up and engulfs me in a hug erasing all the negative thoughts.
"Well done." She praised and I felt even more giddy that she approved. Unlike Danny who was glaring at the guy like he'd just spat in his drink. Zoey on the other hand looked happy. "Text me when you are safe. Where will you be? You know, in case she murders you and she needs an alibi." She winks at Caleb.
"Premier Inn that's literally a seven-ish minute walk away."
"Perfect. Have fun and don't bring her back unless she is in a wheelchair." Jo giggles and my jaw drops, horrified that she would say such a thing. No filter whatsoever.  "Honey, save that for when you're at the hotel." She cackles and closes my mouth.
Bitch.

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- SasMaster145, 12.12.2023