Sang's Break GA+SB

Chapter Three

I lie awake in my hotel bed. Sleep evades me. I crashed immediately after dinner, only to be woken up a couple hours later from a nightmare. Again. Nightmares are nothing new to me; they started to frequent my sleep at the age of ten. Soon after my step-mother turned into a step-monster, fear plagued me day-in and out. Most of them end with death. Mine, strangers, people I knew, they all die. The monsters that stalk me are of all kinds too. Invisible, humans with no faces, leering men, my step-mother, even a rock can turn into a nightmare for me.

I let out a large sigh and flop onto my side. There's no way I can go back to sleep. The hotel's alarm clock shows that it is only midnight. I don't need to be at the hospital until 11am. Maybe I should sleep with someone, that would help. I sigh again, Charleston. I roll around the bed and let out a groan, kicking my legs like a child in tantrum. Fuck it.

Raising myself out of bed, I decide to go out. I can't possibly survive a few months without some physical intimacy. Just for tonight, I'll find a lover. I grin to myself and slink over to my still packed bag. Digging through, I find the items I'm looking for. My bodycon, mini dress. It's simple, white, but oh so form-fitting. It fails to hide my body's shape, which is exactly what I need. Something that screams "Fuck me!" I pull out my strappy heels, they wrap up my calves towards my knees, imitating snakes wrapping around a tree. Or bondage... I laugh to myself as I continue to get ready. I decide to leave my hair down, allowing it to flow down my back. Reaching for my bag, I pack the necessities: my taser, six condoms, my fake ID, a lipstick knife, and a pair of handcuffs. Looks like a good time in there.

I glide out of my room and work my way down to the lobby. I'm already catching stares to no surprise. I am an expert in blending in, but tonight, I want to get laid. I step up to the main desk, drawing attention from the young man behind it. "Hi Sweetie, I'm looking to get into trouble tonight. Any clubs or bars nearby?" I shoot him a wink as I ask.

His face blushes a sweet red as he looks me over, lingering on my cleavage. His eyes slide back up to my face, "Y-yes, there's the Sweet Spot down the block. Just take a right as you exit, and it's on the next corner."

"Thanks Honey, enjoy the rest of your night" I smile up at him sensually and turn towards the exit. I can hear his breath hitch as he enjoys the full sight. I giggle when I exit the hotel, men are so easy. I walk in the direction he mentioned and find myself in front of a vibrant building. It's a lilac purple with a pink neon sign that spells out 'Sweet Spot.'

The security guard lets me in, and I'm met with an intoxicating atmosphere. The music is loud; the room is dark aside from the stage lights that thump with the beat of the music. It smells like pheromones and bad decisions. My body feels a rush of excitement at the scene. I dance my way to the bar, knowing that I can't drink much before my shift. The bartender makes their way over to me, "Two shots of vodka please, top shelf!" I scream over the music. They quickly return with my drinks, and I pay off my tab. I take my first shot before I feel a presence stalk next to me.

"A beautiful woman like you shouldn't pay for drink, little kitten" the stranger drawls in my ear. His Russian accent sends shivers down my spine. I turn to him with a sweet smile as I take him in. He's tall, needing to lean over to speak in my ear. His body is well-defined, clearly he is pure muscle mass. His dark skin is accompanied by tattoos, not that I can make any out in this lighting. I look up at his beautiful face, in awe. His lip ring winks at me, and his eyes draw over my body in hungry desire.

I lick my lips, feeling heat starting to pool in my core. I turn and take my second shot, before pulling him close. I press my lips against his ear, "I don't need a drink, I need a dance big bear."