EroticReverie

Alice

I walk to the bar , pushing my way through the packed bodies that are gathered around. I order a drink and sit myself on of the stools at the half wall between the bar and the main floor of the club. I set my glass on the little counter and stir it with the little red straw as I watch Ace on stage. 

There's a girl in tight black leather pants, bent over the table. I listen to him tell the people watching that it's not the girls first time on stage with him. Her name is Drusilla. Which sounds made up. But I think Im also being a bit judgy considering her ass is large, and definitely very very spankable. Am I jealous that some other girls gets Ace's attention? That he's going to be making her wet and turning her on? Along with however many other guests he pulls onto the stage? Yes. Very. But i'm also...excited to watch. The fact that he'd offered to stop doing impact play with the guests for the club, was enough for me. The fact I know he deifnitely would have stopped if I'd asked him, made me secure enough to let him continue doing it while we were starting this relationship. He'd had me move half my clothes into his closet for fucks sake. What did I have to be insecure about? He kept me pleased morning , noon and night. He texted me every half hour when we were apart, him at his day job, me at mine. Though I only worked part time as a waitress. He made me feel...special. He fed every single one of my needs. The need to be fucked dirty and rough, degraded, humiliated and debased. The need to be kissed upon like I was the most delicate thing in the world, treating me like it was his lifes purpose to keep me happy. He fufilled every side of me. Somehow always knowing when to turn off the dominant part of himself for me. and knowing when to turn it back on. Like he could read my mind, or was actually in my head and a part of me. He paid attention and listened to me. 

"Well hello there." I husky feminine voice purrs from beside me. I turn with a smile , to politely engage in conversation with a stranger. My smile drops. It's not a stranger. It's Gina. His fucking ex. The woman I'd let finger me, and I'd fingered her, ..at that cuddle puddle party, that was ...not very cuddly...where me , her and Ace had hooked up in a room full of people, and then she'd stormed out when Ace wouldnt fuck her. 

"Oh..h-hi" I stammer and she smirks at me. I said before, with her long dark black hair, that she reminded me of Cher. But tonight. She reminded me of an evil queen. Like fucking Malificient. She's wearing a tight latex dress, it's a dark red, and her large fake breasts look absoultely perfect. and the curves of her body are fucking lethal. Her nipple rings show through the dress. Her black hair is done up, and she carries a riding crop in her hand while wearing platform laced up boots that go to her knees, and make her even taller and more intimidating. 

Her smile is wicked. While also the most stunningly beautiful and mesmerizing smile I've ever seen on a woman. I can see why Ace liked her. She was hypontizing, even when frightening.

"Who are you here with Alice?" she asks as she lifts a hand and touches my shoulder and slips her fingers down the skin of my back, letting the feather light touch send a shiver up and down my spine. Her hand slips over the small of my back, splaying out over my skin.

"Um..I'm..I came with Ace." I say and her eyes flare slightly. I swear, if she WAS a Disney Villain, her eyes would have just glowed just then. 

"Oh?" she asks and I nod. Her hand sliding, her nails are done tonight, the sharp points digging into my skin at my side and I suck in a breath as she purses her lips and studies me. 

"How sweet of him to bring you along to watch him enjoy pleasing other women." she says and I swallow. 

"Is this.... a date?" she cocks her head, a cruel smile on her face. She was trying to make me upset. Clearly. But god, why was I so scared of her? Probably because I didnt know a thing about Ace's relationship with her. When I'd asked about her after he took me home with him, he said he didn't want to talk about her. And to be honest, after that night, I hadnt given her much thought...till now. I was scared of what I didn't know. 

How long were they together? When did they break up? She seemed like she was still attatched to him, or at the very least, still wanted him. It had to be recent then, right? 

"No." I shake my head. 

"Mmm, so you're not here WITH him then." she smirks and drags her nails lightly up my back and moves her hand to the other side from where she stands as she places her hand on my shoulder. 

"Well I....yes I am." I say. She smirks, and the look on her face is so condescening as she nods.

"Mhm, If you say so Alice." she says.

"I am." I say my brows pinching. My reaction clearly amusing her as she lets out a wicked little laugh. I feel my skin fucking burning. 

"Let me guess.....he took you home one night.....moved you in the next.....has you wrapped around his finger, all because of how special he's made you feel?" she blinks and gives a little pout as my face drops. 

"Oh...sweetheart...you thought you were the first?" she asks as if she's sad for me. 

"You think you're the first pretty whore he's brought to the back of this club and shoved his dick into and made her cum so hard she saw stars? You think he hasn't done the same thing with dozens of other women? You think you're not exactly what he treats you as? His little fuck you to play with till he tires of you and comes back to the only one that knows how to truly please him?" She hisses in my ear.

I swallow. Wanting to slap her. While also wanting to cry. Because ouch. How did she know all that? And did Ace lie to me? 

"Enjoy the man I've made Alice...he's as good as he is when he fucks you...because of me." She hisses and my eyes burn. 

"You're not the first little slut he's made his live in fuck toy...and you certainly won't be the last Alice." she says and then kisses my cheek. 

"Have a good night darling." she huffs a small laugh and then turns and leaves me there as my lips tighten and I swallow hard and will my fucking eyes NOT to fucking water any fucking further. 

I look at the stage. Ace looks up, just as Gina kisses my cheek, and he pauses, brows furrowed as she walks away, his head cocking slightly from across the bar. 

Was I just a toy? How many other women had he moved in with him? How many other girls hung their clothes like a fucking idiot in his closet thinking that they'd stay there. How many girls let themselves fall for Ace Ares, thinking it was something more than sex? 

A tear falls. My brows pinch, and I look down at my drink as the teardrop plunks into the glass, and I push up off my stool. I would not sit and fucking cry in a sex club like a fucking idiot. 

I move quickly to the front door of the club. Because if I was going to cry, I'd do it the god damn alley outside like a normal person.