After school, Jace calls to tell me that we're going clubbing without Clari, they've apparently broken up. Again. They've been on again off again for the four years they've been together. He informs me that he'll pick me up at 8. I have plenty time to get ready, seeing as it's only 5. I shower, straighten my hair and pick out an outfit. Jace didn't tell me which club we're going to, but I'm sure whatever I choose will be fine. After a little consideration, I decide to wear a sparkly silver halter dress. It reaches about mid-thigh and shows off my boobs better than the black tube dress I considered instead. I wear some black fishnets and heeled black boots. I apply some simple black eyeliner around my eyes and some pink lip gloss. I'm retying the laces on my right boot when Jace knocks on the door.
"You look great, Ana!" Jace exclaims when he sees me. He pulls me into his arms and kisses me. I kiss him back, snaking my arms around his neck. Jace and I have been hooking up long before he met Clari. He doesn't cheat on her though, he only comes to me when they have broken up. The three of us go clubbing pretty often, but it's the most fun when it's just me and Jace. Something about her makes Jace act differently. Breaking the kiss, Jace grabs my hand and leads me to his car.
Getting into the club is easy, Jace's 'brother' is the bouncer and he lets us in without a problem. I don't think he's actually Jace's brother, but they call each other brothers. I think their relationship comes from the weird compound that Jace lives at. I've only been there a few times, but it's pretty freaky. It's not too cult like, there's no certain uniform and everyone is free to come and go as they please. They don't mind outsiders either. But they grow their own food, have their own livestock, and Jace swears I imagined this part, they even have a fucking armory. An ARMORY. Full of swords and guns and long sticks with rocks on the end. I wandered into it once when I was younger. Jace and I were playing hide and seek with several of the other kids that live there. That was the last time I've gone and hung out. I've gone a few times to have dinner with Jace and his Gran, but that's it.
Jace leads me to the bar, knowing that I'll want to start with a drink or two before dancing. He insists on buying them and starts a tab with the bartender. I tell the bartender to surprise me with something fruity and she sets something blue in front of me. I take a sip, decide I like it and smile at the bartender. Jace hovers near my side as he waits for me to finish my drink. I've only seen him drink once, and even then, despite drinking at least double the amount I did, he didn't even seem fazed. That was the first time him and Clari 'officially' broke up.
We push our way onto the dancefloor as soon as something upbeat starts to play. Jace steps close and places his hands on my hips. I press into him, grinding my body against his and kiss his neck. He lets out a shaky breath and I smile up at him. He's not that much taller than me. He's just tall enough that I have to tilt my head back just a little in order to meet his eyes. He flashes a quick smile at me before focusing on something behind me. I'm just about to turn around when a pair of arms slide across my sides and around my waist. I get pulled into someone's chest. Normally I'd protest this, but whoever this guy is, he smells freaking amazing. And obviously Jace trusts him or he wouldn't let him get this close to me. He pulls me away from Jace and presses his chest into my back. I grind into him, enjoying the electricity running through me. I feel breath on my neck and tilt my head to the side. He starts to kiss and suck on my neck. I don't hold back the moan as my eyes drift shut. Why does that feel so good?
"Come, Anastasia, let us go somewhere private," a vaguely familiar voice purrs. I nod as his fingers trail down my arm and he interlaces his fingers with mine. I'm finally able to see the person as I follow him through the mass of people. Well, I see the back of him. But the long black hair reaching his butt makes it pretty obvious who he is. What is Mr. Masters planning on doing? Surely he isn't stupid enough to hook up with a drunk student? I let him lead me through a doorway, up a flight of stairs and into a dark room.
As soon as the door shut behind us, Mr. Masters whips around to face me. Something about his eyes is keeping me from looking away. He pulls me close, looking deep into what has to be my soul. I slide my hands up his black clad chest.
"Are you sure this is a good idea, Sir?"
His turquoise flash red as he pulls me closer, trapping my hands between us. The red has to be a trick of the light or something. He leans down and starts to kiss my neck. One of his hands snakes up behind me and fists in my hair. He abruptly ranks on my hair, pulling my head back and exposing more of my neck. The awkward angle hurts and I can't stop the tears that start to swim in my vision. He presses another kiss to my neck then I feel a quick, sharp pain. The pain is quickly replaced by intense pleasure. Despite the uncomfortable angle of my neck, I find myself trying to press even closer to him. He keeps me firmly in place as I attempt to free a hand. I want to touch him. The hand not tangled in my hair slides down my back to cup my butt. I let a whimper. Something tells me I should be angry... scared... or something. But whatever he's doing just feels so fucking good. The feeling intensifies, and I'm sure that if I were able to orgasm, I'd be reaching one hell of one right about now. I whimper again and he removes his mouth from my neck with a pop. I feel his tongue run across where his mouth just was. His red eyes meet mine again as a smirk slowly starts to form. His hand detangles from my hair and moves to cup my jaw.
"Oh, you're going to be fun." He presses his lips to mine, instantly taking my bottom lip between his teeth. I moan and manage free my right hand. I start to paw at his shirt. I want it off. He pulls away, grasping my hand. He shakes his head at me. "No touching, Anastasia." What? I can't touch? Where's the fun in that? He smirks at me again and makes me meet his eyes again. My vision goes black, and just as I'm about to panic, I lose consciousness.