Chapter 1: Very Bad Timing
Clinging of glasses could be heard, and voices from people who were enjoying the moment were present, with expensive cologne, and the stinging haze of cigarette smoke that refused to drift toward the vents filling the air.
People were everywhere, a sea of sweating bodies lost in a euphoric, drunken blur. In the middle of that chaos sat Cole.
He felt like he was vibrating at a different frequency. His heart was hammering against his ribs, like a frantic bird trapped in a cage. His face was a deep, burning crimson, the heat radiating off his skin as he tried to process what was happening.
A girl named Shelly was on his lap, her weight a heavy, intoxicating his mind. She moved with an ease that felt like art, using his shoulders to steady herself on his lap, her waist twisting and whining against him in perfect sync and it actually followed the rhythm of the bass that was playing.
She looked at him, her hazel eyes shimmering with a hunger that made Cole’s head spin. "You like the way I move, don’t you mr?" she whispered, her voice cutting through the roar of the crowd.
Cole swallowed hard, his throat dry. "I... I’ve never seen anyone move like that." She laughed a low, sultry sound and leaned in closer. Her hand trailed from his lips, tracing the line of his jaw before moving down to his shirt. She began to undo the buttons, one by one, with the patience of a predator.
As the fabric fell away, exposing his chest, she leaned down. The sensation of her warm, sweet breath colliding with his skin sent a violent tremor down his spine. "You’re so tense," she murmured against his skin. "Relax. I’m going to take good care of you."
She began to trail her tongue upward, his chest, the hollow of his throat, his jaw before finally sealing his lips with a kiss. It was dominating, skillful, and it made the world outside the two of them vanish.
The music became distant and indistinct, when she finally pulled away, a thin string of saliva lingered between them, a stark mark of the friction she’d ignited.
Her hand slid down, unexpectedly dipping beneath the waistband of his shorts. Cole flinched, his eyes wide, his blue irises burning with a mix of shock and desperation.
"You’re a big boy, aren’t you?" Shelly teased, her hand gripping him firmly, holding the big pole that was already hardened.
He couldn’t find his words. He just stared at her, nodding like a man possessed. "Let’s leave here," she whispered, her breath hot against his ear. "I want you all to myself."
"Yeah," Cole rasped, his voice breaking. "Yeah, let’s go." He was lost in a trance, her trance the one she had input in him.
She smirked and stood up, but she didn’t let go of his jaw. Using her index finger, she hooked his chin and pulled him to his feet, leading him through the crowd like a prize she’d just won.
Cole followed, stumbling slightly, leaving his phone behind on the sticky table. He didn’t care. He was finally going to be the man he’d always been too afraid to be.
They reached a back room, and the heavy door clicked shut, cutting off the roar of the party. The silence was sudden and deafening. Shelly pushed him onto the edge of the bed.
"Sit," she commanded.
Cole sat, licking his lips. He looked at her, her raven hair spilling over her shoulders, her caramel skin glowing in the dim light. He felt like he was in a dream. "What’s your name?" he asked, his voice shaking.
"Shelly," she said, kneeling between his legs. "But you don’t need to worry about names right now. This is my job. And I’m very good at my job."
She reached for his belt, her fingers brushing against his skin. Cole’s face was a dark, bruised shade of crimson now. The heat in his chest was becoming unbearable, a tightening pressure that made it hard to draw a full breath.
He thought it was just the lust, the adrenaline of finally being wanted. "You’re so hot," Shelly noted, unfastening his trousers. "Is this your first time with a professional?"
"My first time... with anyone," Cole managed to gasp.
Shelly chuckled, pulling his pants down and reaching for his underwear. "Well, I’ll make sure you never forget it."
She pulled the fabric down with utter enthusiasm letting his cock spring free, she licked her lips and got closer her breath brushing against the tight shaft that made him release a low groan, as he felt electricity pass down his spine.
"It’s so big, bigger than anyone I have ever seen, can’t wait to suck you dry." Her voice was seductive and then she parted her lips, releasing her wet tongue and her tongue came in contact with his hot cock.
He arched his back yielding to the initial sensations that spread through him, her tongue then teased the head deliberately with complete professionalism, "Ahhh." He let out a low groan.
Then she wrapped all the corners of her mouth in his dick, enveloping only the top of it as she ravaged his cock with her tongue, sending jolts of shocks to his body, "Your tongue is perfect take it all in!".
She started sucking and sucking until the pole that was hardened for a moment started shrinking.
Till there was no movement, no response, as soon as she realized she said, "What the hell is this?" Shelly’s voice lost its seductive edge, replaced by a sharp, jagged frustration. "Is this some kind of sick joke?"
She waited for a response, but none came and she started becoming aware of the situation, "Cole? Hey, I’m talking to you! I don’t work for free, and I don’t work for nothing!"
She reached up and grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at her. Cole’s head rolled back loosely. His icy blue eyes were wide, staring at the ceiling with a vacant, glassy hollowness.
A thick, white foam was bubbling from his mouth, spilling over his sexy pink lips and dripping onto his bare chest.
"Cole?" her voice dropped to a terrified whisper. She shook his shoulder, but his body was heavy, a lifeless weight that slumped backward onto the mattress.
His "masculinity" lay exposed and humiliated, a stark contrast to the violent, silent end that had claimed him, with his dumped clothes still on top of his feet.
"Oh god... Oh no, no, no!" Shelly scrambled backward, her hands trembling so hard she could barely find the door handle. She didn’t call for help. She didn’t cover him.
She just threw the door open and bolted into the hallway, her scream lost in the thumping bass of the music outside, leaving Cole alone in the room with the faint light shining upon his lifeless, naked, and discarded body.
