The Spare Girl [M/F/F]

Chapter 2

I pushed my way out from the mass of dancing bodies. I got a few evil looks and quiet choice words, but they weren’t as bad as the ones Melanie had thrown my way. I should have known it would come to this. Melanie had a bad reputation with alcohol. Meaning she didn’t know how to handle it. And pairing it with a nightclub was just calling for a bad time. Which is exactly what I was getting for my 21st birthday. If getting hit on by my best friend wasn’t bad enough, getting called a cunt by her was getting close. By the end of the night, I wouldn’t be surprised if one of us ended up with a black eye.

Sharing a birthday with her hadn’t always been this bad. When we were in high school it had given us the excuse of doing whatever we wanted while separating us from all the other “friends” we had. But as the years had gone by, I’d noticed that we weren’t exactly the best of friends as I had first thought.

Tonight had only showed me the truth hiding within our relationship. Melanie was blunt about what she wanted. If she didn’t get it, she threw a fit. And when she did get it, she got bored fast. Though what she wanted this time was nothing I was willing to give her. She wanted me.

That scared me more than anything else.

Of all the things she could ever want, she wanted me. I still couldn’t wrap my head around it. I was still hoping that I was losing my mind and was just seeing things. There was still hope inside of me, but I didn’t know how long it would last.

I turned around, squinting my eyes to see through the dark. The red lights had been dimmed so it was hard for me to see anything but the black outlines of dancing bodies on the dance floor. The bar was lit up a little better. I made my way towards it, looking around as I did. When I got to the bar, I hopped onto the stool.

The bartender moved towards me though I wished she would have ignored me. The last thing I wanted right now was an overpriced drink I couldn’t afford.

She offered a smile and leaned over the counter. My eyes unintentionally fell on her breasts. They were pushing against the soft fabric of her black shirt. “What can I get for you?”

I licked my lips. My eyes flickered away from her. “Um…whatever you recommend.”

Fuck! That’s not what I meant to say.

I tried to keep the cringe off my face just in case she thought it was directed towards her.

She tapped her hand on the counter. “Sure thing.”

She turned, her pony tail swishing over her shoulder. I stared after her. The tight leather pants she wore clung tight to her thighs and ass. I clenched my thighs at the heat building down below. Gritting my teeth, I turned back to searching the club for Melanie. It was going to be hard to find her now. Given the fact that she’s angry at me, I wouldn’t be surprised she’d decided to ditch the club all together and leave me stranded here.

She had the car keys. I was f****d.

The bartender came back with my drink. It was a soft pink liquid with a slice of lime pushed on the rim of the glass. The short and round class fit perfect into my hand.

She leaned over again. This time, her breasts were threatening to pop out from the top of her shirt. Her n*****s poked through the black fabric. They were hard and I had some strange urge to run my hand over them.

Instead, I gripped the glass and placed it on my lips.

“Scissor Fingers,” she says as I finally take a sip.

I raise my brow and try not to choke. It’s sweet with a hint of lime and burn that hits the back of my throat.

I twist on the stool, fighting back the lust pooling in my abdomen. By the look on her face, she knows.

I place the glass back on the counter. “Have you seen a blond girl wearing a black dress?”

The words fall from my lips so quickly, I’m unsure if she could have understood them. Her brows furrow, a bit of disappointment fluttering over her face, but then she slowly nods.

She points to a dark hallway beside the bar. “She headed back there with a guy.”

I don’t remember what I was thinking at that exact moment. The realization that Melanie had done something far worse than run back home without me struck me like lightening. The fun night that Melanie had been planning for us had really become my worst nightmare. I swallowed my fear, taking a long drink of Scissor Fingers—I knew it would cost me later on, figuratively and literally.

“How much?” I nod to the drink. My stomach is tied up in knots. I don’t want to face Melanie after this, knowing she’d gone off to f**k some guy, but I knew it would happen eventually. Then we would have to talk about how she’d tried to f**k me first.

It was too complicated for me to keep up with. Not when the club music was about to blast my ear drums out.

The bartender puts on her lovely smile again. “It’s on the house. By the look of it, you need it.”

Her seductive lingo has changed to almost sympathetic words. I don’t know why, but it made me want to roll my eyes. Melanie wasn’t my girlfriend. There was nothing between us. She could do whatever with whoever as long as she wasn’t leaving me behind to deal with strangers. That’s what I had a problem with.

The music sounds like its been turned up. The bass rocks my glass. “We’re not together.”

It feels like I’m yelling over the music.

“Sure,” she says back. She grins like she knows a secret.

Before I can correct her, she leaves me alone with my drink.

I frown at the pink liquid.

The lime falls in and swirls with the drink. I tip my head back and chug the last of it. The glass slams back on the counter. I wipe my mouth dry with the back of my hand.

The liquor hits me hard. With hazy eyes, I look towards the hallway the bartender had pointed at. My imagination plays with the images floating in my head. I can see Melanie leading a strange man back there. She’s kissing him while his hands are trailing down her thin waist to her ass. His hands grip it and pull her in for a deeper kiss.

I close my eyes, tipping my head back. The ends of my curly hair touched against my back and I imagine that the tables are turned. Instead of a man kissing Melanie, I’m the one pushing her against the wall. My lips part for just a second before I snap my eyes open. I jump from the stool. My hands are shaking as I make my way towards the dark hall. I know what I’m going to find—it’s something that I don’t want to see. There are different scenarios as to how this will play out. I don’t know the details. I can only see the larger picture.

The club is getting louder though I think it might just be me. My blood is boiling. Sweat is beading at the top of my forehead, dripping down my chest, and the back of my shirt is clinging to my skin. This feeling, it must be the from the alcohol. I’ve never had so much at once because alcohol was Melanie’s thing. This entire night was about her, not me, but I’m too much of a wuss to say no to her.

The bodies have moved closer to the center of the dance floor. It’s a good thing considering I’m tired of fighting my way through the large crowd. I want to get out of here and crash in my bed without having to deal with another stranger. The bartender was nice, but I want familiarity. Adventure was another Melanie thing. She would have called me a downer if I’d told her how much I wanted to go home. She’d be right, but after ditching me, she didn’t have the right to complain.

The hallway was darker than I thought it would be. The red light barely showed the floor. The shadows on the walls danced like the people outside, but the music was damper here. I placed my hand on the red wall. My head swirled with the shadows and the red lights. My breath came out in a huff. As I tried to take a step, I stumbled into the wall. I couldn’t believe that drink was giving me this much trouble. I couldn’t have been that much of a lightweight.

I plucked a couple memories from my mind, trying to think back to the last time I had drunk. It must have been high school when Melanie and I had still been friends others. But the night was coming in fuzzy pictures. I squinted down the hallway, thinking so hard that it caused a sharp pain in my temple. With a sigh, I let it go. It really didn’t matter. I had to find Melanie and get the hell out of here.

Stumbling down the hall, I followed the lights until I landed next to a room. The door didn’t stand out, but being placed back here was strange in of itself.

I gave the handle a try. With a slight touch, I jiggled the handle. The handle went down with ease and opened with just a small push. I held my breath.

My heart pounded against my chest. It was hitting me now what I would see or what I could see. But there was a feeling in my gut that things had progressed fast between Melanie and the man she’d gone with. I swallowed a hard gulp and stepped through the door.

Melanie was pressed against the wall, her dress pulled up past her waist, and her thong down around her ankles. A dark haired man pressed his face up between Melanie’s thick thighs. Mel turned her head, eyes closed, and a soft moan falling from her parted lips. The man pushed harder, his lips moving over her wet cunt. Her slick dripped down his cheeks and as his nose rubbed against her trimmed pubes, his eyes turned toward the open door and right at me.

I stood talk still, my hand pressed against the door and the other limp at my side. The look in his eyes, with the red light streaming through to highlight his features, there was no ounce of fear in them. Our eyes locked for a long minute and then he was back to Melanie. He gave a soft moan, pressing roughly into Mel’s hole. She gave a squeak at his enthusiasm. Her thighs shook while his hands pushed her legs back to give him more room. His hands drifted up from her thick thighs and up to her waist. My mouth hung open as I watched his large hands ghost over her skin, up her hips, and under her dress. She had no idea that I was there. Her eyes were squished shut, hair a mess pressed against the wall, and her mouth letting out streams of cuss words and pleas for more.

My heart was pounding against my ribcage. It was moving to my throat. My eyes were glued to the pleasure crossing Mel’s face and the excitement in the man’s eyes. They were lost in their own world, but I was there. I don’t know how I fit in or how I could escape the strange vortex that was pulling me in.

I didn’t know if I had the strength.