Page 16 of Encounter

Looks familiar... But who doesn’t in here?

Shaking the strange feeling off, I kept observing the place until I got to the group of girls. I already seemed to have caught their attention. I waited for them to come closer.

“Hello, Chast.” One of them said, twirling her hair. Flashing my most charismatic smile, I straightened my back and quickly noticed how the boy did the exact opposite. Lowering his gaze, he hesitantly accepted the shot from Frankie.

Choosing to ignore him, I lifted my glass. “Ladies.” I greeted them in a low, honeyed voice. “Karin, are you free for aspecialprivate dance right ‘bout now?”

She was probably the best option to relax that poor kid. Pale, model-tall redhead with a pretty, ‘girl next door’ face. Always sweet—sometimestoosweet for her own good.

Her thin brows shot up in surprise, and so did the other girls’.

“You wantme?” She sounded like it was the most ridiculous thing she ever heard. “Larissa’s in the dressing room, gettin’ ready. Should be here any second.”

“Ain’t for me,” I replied quickly with an amused pout. “Was thinking you could show this one some good time.” Grabbing him around the shoulders, I pulled Galen off the chair, and he barely managed to stumble toward her. Still holding the shot in his hand, his panicked eyes darted over Karin.

Already holding two large bills in my free hand, balancing them between two fingers, I straightened my arm. A smile spread over her face, charmingly crooked white teeth parting her red lips. “Oh, for sure!” Without any more fuss, she made a few long steps to Galen while discreetly grabbing the bills and stuffing them somewhere under her clothes.

“Drink up.” I poked him in the shoulder, pressing my index finger against the bottom of the shot glass to push it closer to his lips.

“I... I don’t know—”

“Take this as a reward for having to go through all that shit with your father, huh? Forget everythin’ and have some fun for god’s sake.”

“Come on, darlin’,” Karin wrapped her fingers with those obnoxiously long, flashy nails around his wrist. “I know how to take care of you. Just a dance or a little more... Whatever you want. Don’t you worry, I’ll go slow,” she whispered, pressing her body into his.

Finally, he mustered up the courage to down the shot. Right after he put the glass back on the counter, Karin pulled him away from the bar, leading them toward the private dance rooms. “Speaking of sinners,” she noted when someone entered the room from the side door. “You’re going to be busy today, Larissa!”

It took only a few seconds for our gazes to meet. Sharing a knowing, playful smirk, I marveled at her tanned skin, full curves and golden hair like I hadn’t seen the combo a hundred times before.

“Oh. Been a while,” she hummed, pushing her wavy hair back.

By now, she should’ve caught on that around this time of the year, I swamp myself with work and don’t exactly get in the mood for playin’ around.

Today, though... My body already knew what was going to happen. With eyes fixated on her, the muscles on my neck tensed. “Sure has...” I glanced up and down, slowly reaching my hand toward Larissa’s waist. My fingers sank into her plump, soft skin, and when I moved up to her chest, I barely restrained myself before the clicking of her tongue stopped me.

She smiled, looking toward the bar. The men there weren’t going to get to get a taste of our foreplay for free. “Let’s go somewhere private, shall we?”

I nodded and finished up the rest of my drink before leaving a large bill next to the glass.

“That boy Kar had with her came with you?” she asked while leading us to our usual spot.

I caught up to her with two large steps and squeezed her ass. “Forget ‘bout the boy,” I whispered into her ear impatiently.

“Oh... That so? Would you rather I think only about you?”

It was a familiar, flirty game the two of us played—one even Larissa seemed to enjoy.Least that’s what I tell myself to sleep well at night.

“Haveyouthought about me?” The way she used her voice, knowing exactly what to say and how to drive me wild, must have made her feel damn powerful.

Before I got the chance to reply, we arrived at one of the booths. I pushed the curtain aside like a tidal wave, and somehow, my hands were already all over Larissa, pressing against her stomach and squeezing her spilling tits. Ignoring the dancing pole in the center, we pushed past and ended up on the couch with her sitting in my lap, grinding against my bulging crotch.

“Can’t wait to have me, huh? No foreplay today, I take it?” she quipped while I greedily kissed her neck. I quickly became a groaning, feral mess. My fingers marked her all over like she was the first woman I ever touched. I pulled her hair, squeezed her throat, brought her close. I managed to remove the sexy bralette she wore and let her breasts bounce loose.

Larissa leaned forward, pressing them against my chest. I was burning already, burning for her, so I lifted her up and threw her on the couch, standing above her. “Take it out,” I whispered into her ear—needy and frustrated. She planted kisses along my jawline and unbuttoned my pants while my tongue played with her tits and I kneaded her thighs.

“I bet you’ve been working realhardlat—” Her flirty words came to a halt, replaced by a sharp gasp. “Chast!” She screamed, staring behind me.

I barely managed to turn around and stop the incoming knife, grabbing the attacker’s hand inches from me. While I tried to make sense of the man above me, Larissa screamed for the bouncer and slipped from below me, running out.

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