We weaved our way through the sea of bodies toward the main bar. Just as we approached it, Jax pointed and made a comment about a blonde at the far end of the bar. He excused himself and headed in her direction. I shook my head and watched as he zigzagged his way through the bar to the pretty blonde with killer curves. Not trying to sound cocky here, but between the two of us, we could probably have just about any girl in here that we wanted. I’m not into dudes, but I knew we were both blessed with extremely good looks, had amazing builds and were both successful. I mean, what more could a girl want?

I ordered myself another rum and water, which I quickly downed and then ordered a second. I turned to look around the club, to see if anyone caught my eye. I could definitely use the distraction. I couldn’t stop thinking about Ella. This was getting ridiculous. Why couldn’t I get her off my mind?

She had always been beautiful. She had huge amber eyes, framed with thick, dark lashes that just drew you in. Her lips were full, but not overly so. Her bottom lip was slightly fuller than the top though, perfect for sucking on. I could close my eyes and conjure her up from memory alone. She had olive skin but it was accompanied by a smattering of freckles across her nose. Her long dark curly hair always had that just fucked appearance. It was wild and unruly, and I absolutely loved it. And her small athletic body was something that had always made my mouth water. She was small, probably 5’2”, and other than when she was working out, she always wore heels, the kind that made her calves look even more defined and lifted her firm ass even higher. Her tits were biggish, a D cup if memory serves from all the times I bought her lingerie, and they fit perfectly in my large hands. And she had a tribal tattoo on her lower back that accented the dimples that resided there.

My daydream was suddenly interrupted when I felt a tap on my arm. I’m not sure how much time had elapsed while I was daydreaming; enough that I needed another drink though. I looked up to find a pretty girl with dark brown almond shaped eyes and straight hot pink hair standing next to me. I gave her a quick, unnoticeable once over. She was medium height, I’d guess about 5’4” without her two-inch heels, and had a slight figure. Slim, with small breasts encased in a white bustier to make them appear larger, she wore dark skinny jeans to show off her thin legs and round butt.

“Hi, are you here alone?” she asked.

“I’m here with my very distracted friend, Jax,” I smiled, glancing in his direction. “I’m Ford.”

“I’m Poppy. I’m here with my friends, but they all wanted to dance and even now, a few drinks in, I’m still not quite feeling it. You look like you could use a little company, Ford.”

“I guess I could, Poppy. That’s a very unique name. Is it your real name or a nickname?”

“It’s my real name. They’re my mother’s favorite flowers. Guess she thought by naming me Poppy she’d be able to feel like she always had a flower to brighten her day whenever I was around, at least that’s what she says. Cheesy, I know.” She smiled rolling her eyes at the thought. “Are you from around here?”

“No. I’m a pilot, so I’m just here on an overnight. Came out to kill some ground time. Are you from here, Poppy?” I couldn’t seem to get her name out without smiling. I’m not sure why it seemed so strange to me, but it did make me smile and get my mind off of… and I’m back to thinking about Ella again. Refocus. What was she saying?

“…so, I’ve lived here for about two years now. It’s cool though and I’m glad I made the move.” I smiled and nodded, pretending I had heard the beginning of what she had said to me.

I felt bad for zoning out so I offered to buy her a drink. God knew I needed another one too. She gladly accepted.

“Amaretto sour,” she smiled sweetly. I turned to the bartender to place our order and saw Jax dragging his girl off the dance floor and down a darkened hallway. I knew that look of determination. I smiled thinking to myself good for him. I needed to lock something down for myself soon too. Maybe it would do me some good to stop and smell the Poppy in front of me.

The bartender served our drinks and as I was handing Poppy hers, Jax arrived by our side.

“I’m going to head back to the hotel,” he stated.

“Ok, I’m going to stick around a little while longer, we just got our drinks.”

“Ok, see ya in the morning,” he smiled over the blonde’s shoulder.

“Yep, see ya,” I couldn’t help but smirk. I made sure to school my features as I turned back to Poppy. I didn’t want her getting the wrong idea. I wasn’t a user, per se, but I was potentially interested in using her to get my mind off of Ella.

We finished our drinks and I could tell she was starting to loosen up.

“Let’s do a shot!” she exclaimed.

“Alright, what would you like?”

“How about we start with a lemon drop?” She tilted her head.

“Ok,” I leaned over to the bartender to place our new order. We downed them quickly once they were served.

“Let’s do another! Have you ever had a chocolate cake shot?”

I shook my head no and she continued, “Do you like chocolate?”

“Sure, who doesn’t like chocolate?” I asked rhetorically.

“Good, you’ll love it. I promise,” she made a cross you heart motion with her hand.

“Ok.” I ordered the second round of shots. Like I said I’d never had a chocolate cake shot before so I was slightly surprised when the bartender set the shots down with the lemon wedged on the side of the glass.

“You do the shot then, suck on the lemon, it’s coated with sugar. Trust me it tastes just like chocolate cake!”

We raised our glasses and shot them back, sucking on the lemon post shot. It was surprisingly good and did taste just like chocolate cake. I licked the sugar off my lips.

Then Poppy looked at me, leaned closer, dragged her finger down the front of my shirt and asked with a sly smile, “Have you ever heard of hot anal sex?”

“Uh, sure,” I choked out; shocked that she blurted something like that out.

She must’ve seen the confusion on my face because then she started laughing and supplied, “It’s another shot! It has chocolate liqueur, hazelnut liqueur and cranberry juice. It’s really good and one of my favorites. And the name alone always turns heads when it’s ordered.”

“I’m sure it does,” I shook my head. “I’ll let you do the honors of ordering this one,” I chuckled.

Man, talk about innuendo! It seemed as though she was trying to not so subtly tell me something. Maybe I’d be getting more than I thought tonight.

The shots came and I paid. She was definitely right, when the bartender announced our two hot anal sexes were ready a bunch of heads turned in our direction.

“Cheers!” she stated with a smile, clinking her shot glass to mine.

“Cheers!” The shots were surprisingly good. Definitely a girly kind of shot, but hey, whatever, I was comfortable enough in my manhood to drink a girly drink.

“So, um, d-do you wanna get out of here?” she asked licking her lips and stumbling over her words.

“Sure,” I replied. “Where would you like to go?”

“Is your hotel close by?” she asked brazenly, I guess the last shot was like liquid courage for her.

“It’s about a ten-minute cab ride. You sure you wanna come back to my room?” My gaze turned quizzical.

I was trying to figure out how tipsy she might be. I definitely wasn’t going to take advantage of a drunk girl. I wasn’t that hard up.

She boldly reached up and laced her fingers through my hair. I looked down into those dark brown eyes and saw clarity mixed with desire. She was good to go. She had a small mouth and suddenly I had visions of my cock sliding through those pretty little lips. I firmly grasped her hand and led her towards the club doors.

“Do you need to tell your friends you’re leaving?” I asked glancing towards the dance floor.

“I’ll text them from the cab,” she replied.