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Prologue
The music was blaring all around me, practically making it hard to hear my own thoughts as I went about my work, and the black light was making the nightclub seem like a high-end rave. I often find myself lost in the atmosphere of the whole thing, which admittedly occasionally means that the other bartender MIchelle gives me the stink-eye from the other side of the bar. I can’t entirely explain it though, there’s just something hypnotic about seeing all the people on the dancefloor, the smell of strong alcohol all around me that makes me zone out completely. I wouldn’t consider myself a party girl by any means, but I’ll also be the first to admit that I do often spend my nights off in this very club. Everyone here is a stranger with their own story of how they got to this point in their life, but with the music playing all around them, they’re all connected whether they know it or not. It’s a euphoric feeling that fuels me whenever I’m here, the feeling of knowing that at this very moment, I’m not alone. I shriek like a banshee and jump around a bit, as I feel an ice cube slowly making its way down the back of my shirt. As it finally leaves my shirt and hits the floor, I immediately turn towards Michelle with a glare that could easily kill a common man, and I’m met with a massive Cheshire smile that seems as sinister as it is amused. I can’t help but smile back while flipping her the bird, and I’m met with the barely audible laughter from the patreons around the bar itself. Despite her always getting annoyed at me for zoning out at work, she's always been a good sport about it, and we’ve even gotten kinda popular because of our antics behind the bar. I can’t really complain though, since it makes for great tips. The night is slowly starting to come towards the end though, and by this point the bartenders are allowed to drink from the bar, and obviously that means I’ll be drunk by the end of the night. And by the looks that the innocent looking blonde girl at the end of the bar is throwing my way, this night will certainly end in the best possible way.
No sooner has the door to the apartment been closed, before the blonde is all over me. Obviously that won’t stand of course, so without using much strength, I turn the table so that I have her pushed tightly between myself and the door. I pull off my jacket in between kisses and throw it away, and the simple prompt of me tapping her thigh has her jumping up and throwing her legs around my hips. As I start to slowly make my way towards my bedroom, she starts to pull off my shirt and bra, undoubtedly throwing them somewhere that’ll be hard to find tomorrow morning. As we enter my bedroom I kick the door closed, before throwing her down on the bed in the middle of the room. It takes all but a heartbeat before I’m on the bed myself, finding my lips attached to hers, our tongues in a heated fight for dominance. I’ll admit that it's cute that she thinks I’ll let her take the lead, but I allow her to at least try for a solid minute anyways. While keeping the kiss going, I slowly start to move my hands from her hips up to the hem of her shirt, only breaking off while I pull it over her head. What meets me underneath is a lacy white bra, very fitting for the look of innocence that she’d tried so hard to maintain in the club, despite the smoldering eye contact that we had going on between us. I let out a deep chuckle at the irony, before attaching my lips on her neck leaving her to suck in a hard breath at the warm contact. Her hands soon find their way to my hair, in response to me making my way down her collarbone, slowly kissing until I reach her boobs. I gently guide my hands to her side, making her lift slightly so I can get to her bra hooks. After getting it off of her, I carelessly threw it off the side of the bed, before finally getting a look at her beautiful boobs. I didn’t need any encouragement to place my lips around her right nipple, while my left hand slowly found her left nipple in response. As I started rolling her left nipple between my fingers, and slowly used my tongue to tease and play with the right one, I moved my eyes up to maintain eye contact with her, so I could see her face as it contorted in pleasure. I kept up the teasing while switching my mouth from nipple to nipple for a few minutes, but I was starting to get eager to get to the main feast of the night. I gave her a wide smirk before slowly making my way down to her pants, deftly unbuttoning them and pulling them off of her legs. I couldn’t help but let out a deep groan, as I finally got my first view of her deliciously soaked white lacy panties. With the streetlights seeping through my windows, it was easy to see how flushed my sudden goran had left her, and I’d be lying if I said it didn’t have an effect on me. I didn’t want to rush this despite how excited I was though, so I slowly started kissing up and down her thighs, avoiding the place where she needed me the most entirely on purpose. It wasn’t until I was left with my room being filled with wines and needy moans that I finally relented, and pulled her panties off of her, and finally got ready for what I’d so patiently built her up to since we hit my bed. Her pussy was as beautiful as the rest of her, and was clearly something she cared about if the smooth skin around her landingstripe was anything to go by, not that it really mattered at all. I slowly ran my tongue through her soaked slit, causing her to let out a loud moan as she bucked her hips towards my face. I wrapped my right arm around her hips, holding her down with just enough force to ensure that she’d be as still as possible for what was to come. I lazily played around her slit, enjoying the flavour of her fluids that were leaking at a steady pace, although based on her continuous moans and the slight movement of her hips, I figured it was just about time to get this show going again. Determined to hit her hard and fast I did a small and quick lick over her clit, making her let out a squeaking sound of pleasure before I latched down and started to suck gently on it. My left hand made its way towards her slit, letting a single digit play up and down to coat it in her fluids, before I finally slowly pushed it into her. She let out a breathy moan in response, and seeing how easy it was, I quickly added a second digit before really getting started with my movement. I kept my mouth and tongue focused on her clit, making sure to keep an eye out for her vocal and facial reactions to guide me towards her climax, while moving my fingers around in a come-hither motion, until I found that spot that makes her squeeze deliciously around my fingers in response. It didn’t take long from there until I had her moaning my name loudly, teetering on the edge of that intoxicating release that she knew was coming towards her at an incredible pace, and when it did she let out a delirious scream of pleasure. Apparently she came hard, seeing as she absolutely covered my face and sheets in her cum, and not showing any sign of slowing down. When she finally came down from her high, I got up from the bed and walked towards one of the bedside tables, while pulling down my pants and my boxers. I quickly grabbed one of the condoms in the drawer, and made my way back towards the bed with a smirk on my face, which she returned with a megawatt smile of her own. “You ready for the real thing now, beautiful?” Despite not having been the one to scream and moan, my voice came out a lot raspier than I’d anticipated, but based on the flush on her face it was received more than well enough. Seemingly not trusting her voice enough to speak, she just started nodding furiously in response to my question. I let out a breathy laugh at her behavior, while getting back into the bed.
I wake with a groan as I feel the rays of light coming from my bedroom windows, shining bright light into the room and illuminating my face. As I turn to the other side to avoid the bright light blinding me, I realize that the other side of the bed is empty. Not that it surprises me honestly, I know that’s how it goes most of the time when I bring a girl back home with me from work. I let out a tired yawn while scolding myself for always doing this to myself, knowing that I barely get enough sleep as it is, spending all night fucking a beatiful girl certainly doesn’t help me out in any way. I don’t even know how long we went at it, but judging by how late it is, and how sore my body is, I’d hazard a guess and say we went at it for quite a while. I can faintly hear the TV in the living room, causing me to let out a groan knowing that my roommate, and best friend Bently is already awake and at home. That means that as soon as I get out of my comfortable bed, I’ll get the usual spiel about how self-destructive my behavior is, and how bringing home random girls won’t solve the family issues that I have. They’re right of course, but that doesn’t mean I’ll ever tell them that. Their ego is big enough as it is. I start to walk into my bathroom, quickly turning on the warm water to get ready for a quick shower. The fluorescent light always makes me squint, as my eyes slowly get used to the artificial light source. As I walk past the sink back towards the now hot shower, I throw a quick glance at the image staring back at me in the mirror in front of me. Sure it's definitely my face looking back at me, but my blue-grayish eyes, and my fair skinned face looks a lot more tired than they usually do. I guess that’s what I get for working three nights in a row, with loads of alcohol mixed in there as well. Walking in under the warm water in the shower, I let out a hiss as the water hit my back. I guess blondie from last night had some claws to her, and based on how much it stings, I’d reckon that she probably drew blood in the heat of the moment. I quickly wash my hair and body, deciding that staying in the shower isn’t an idea I like with the cuts on my back. With my hair still slightly dripping, I make my way towards my closet and throw on a pair of sweats and an oversized sweater, before throwing myself back down on my bed with a sigh. As I turn my head, I notice the picture on my desk, and my face twists into a frown. It’s the last picture I had a chance to take with my dad, and it always makes me sad to look at it nowadays. The only reason I even keep it around, is because it would feel like a disservice to him to hide it. It was an important day after all. I’d just won a local boxing tournament that day, and dad was unbelievably proud of me. He used to box in high school as well when he was young, and although he didn’t want me to go into boxing just to please him, I still figured it could potentially look good on college applications later on. He died a week after that day, and none of us saw it coming. Head-on collision with a drunk driver, killed him instantly. That was obviously also the day that my life went to absolute shit. I got up from the bed with a groan, refusing to get stuck on those thoughts like I’d done so many times in the past. I know I’ll have to face the music eventually, so I might as well face it now rather than later.
As I enter the living room, I notice that my clothes from last night have been folded in a nice stack next to my door, and I can’t help but scratch my neck in embarrassment. How I keep forgetting that Bently shares this apartment with me I don’t know, but I’m so thankful that I do. If not for them, then I would’ve been lost in the world years ago, and it always humble me whenever I think about it. All those spiels about the girls, at the end of the day, they only do it because they care about me. Seeing as I can’t see Bently in the living room, I make my way towards the kitchen, and I’m immediately assaulted by the smell of home cooked breakfast as I enter. Bently is standing with their back towards me facing the stove, while the sound of the coffee maker sputtering to life is on the right of me. They speak to me, without even turning to face me “I heard you turn on the shower, so I figured you could use some breakfast. Especially since you spend the night with a pretty lady. So what’s her name, and will I see her again?” I can’t help but cough awkwardly at what they said, since they know as well as I do that I don’t know her name, and that I won’t see her again. Bently only replies with a sigh, but I know more is coming, because they never let go of the issue that easily. They put my food on a plate and finally turn to face me, as they gently put the plate on the dinner table, before grabbing both of us a cup of coffee. I can practically feel the tension in the room as I sit down, with them following to do the same, and of course the bomb goes off as soon as we sit “Her name was Shirley by the way, and she really was lovely. Not that you’d know about either one, since you likely did nothing but flirt and fuck as per usual” they put their hand on their chin while giving me a gentle smile. “I don’t ever shame people for sleeping around, but you’re my best friend Alex, and I’ll always worry about you. Especially since we both know that you do what you do, to cope with how things went to shit after your dad died. I was there, I saw what it did to you, and I don’t blame you. Just...Try to consider my offer of getting you in touch with my therapist okay?” I couldn’t help but groan at that, and they let out a small giggle at that. “Bently I know you care, but I’m an adult now okay? I can take care of myself. As much as I appreciate your concern, you know I won’t change. You know what his death did to my mom, and I just can’t ever put myself in that position of vulnerability. So I…” I was rudely interrupted by the landline ringing in the living room, and Bently and I looked at each other in surprise. We barely use that number anymore, it was mainly only in the beginning when Bentlys parents still refused to call their cell phone, so it’s been forever since it’s so much as made a squeak. Before I can even get a chance to get up though, Bently is already making their way towards the phone.
After a minute they look back over to you, with a face lined with unusual worry on their soft face. “Alex, it’s for you. It’s a police officer calling from LVMPD in Las Vegas, and he’s asking for you specifically” I can feel my breath hitch in my throat as I walk towards the phone, having a bad hunch about the topic of the conversation I’m about to have. As they hand me the phone, they gently squeeze my shoulder before going back to the couch. As I put the phone to my ear, I can hear the bustling sound of the precinct in the background. “Yes, it’s Alexis speaking” You briefly hear a man clearing his throat on the other side of the phone, followed by what you assume is a standard introduction “Hello Ma’am, I’m calling to inform you of the death of a Mrs Julia Goodwin. If it’s possible we’d like you to come and confirm her identity for us, and sign the related paperwork for the release of her body. I realize it’s likely a complicated situation for you, since you’re currently residing in New York, but there’s no other contacts that we can turn to for the release” I grunt out in confirmation, and quickly say that I’ll get to it as soon as I can. The officer bids me farewell, and hangs up on the call, and suddenly I’m left standing with the phone against the side of my face. Bently is looking at me with a frown, clearly awaiting the bad news about the purpose of the call. They clear their throat before addressing me “Hey, are you alright? You look like someone who’s seen a ghost or something?” I look at them with a similar frown, before putting the phone back down on the table in front of me. I sigh deeply as I walk back over to the couch, before dropping back down on it. I can’t help but cough awkwardly as I reply to them “Might as well have seen a ghost, because it certainly feels that way right now. He called to inform me that my mother was found dead in her house recently. Can’t say I’m surprised sadly, with the way she was drinking it was only a matter of time before I got this call” They look at me sympathetically, sighing as they rub their face with their hands. “I’m sorry to hear that Alex, it can’t have been an easy call to have to respond to. I know you guys weren’t getting along and all, but I guess it’s still never easy to lose a family member like that. But if you need me, I’m always willing to lend an ear and a shoulder to cry on” I just give them a nod in reply, as I get up to go to my room. Guess I’ll have to get some airplane tickets now, because apparently it’s time to go home.