Accident Prone

Angela said that she was tired, but her small movements and irregular breathing told Derek that she was not sleeping.

"Can't sleep?", Derek asked.

"Not yet.", Angela admitted. How can she sleep when her mind is processing the fact that she made love for the first time with her smoking-hot boyfriend who is holding her in his arms? The feeling of his chest on her back was amazing, and there was no way that she can sleep.

"Is anything uncomfortable? Are you cold? Hot? Is my arm too hard? Don't ask me to move away…", he ended in a whiny voice and tightened his hold on her.

Angela was amused by his care and clinginess and it somehow warmed her heart. "I'm fine."

"Why can't you sleep, then?" When she didn't respond, Derek wanted to see her expression. Is she regretting it? "Turn toward me."

He noticed that she avoided his gaze shyly and he was relieved while thinking that she was adorable.

Angela was not sure what to do with her hands.

Her hand moved from his shoulder to his chest and then back to his shoulder again, touching gently and not settling in any place in particular.

He chuckled and covered her hand with his when it was above his chest, helping her find a perfect spot for her hand (which is anywhere on his body).

"I thought you are tired."

She looked up at him and blinked. "I am but… all this is too stimulating."

"What is?"

"You and me… in the bed… without clothes."

Angela heard him chuckle again and she was embarrassed. Angela pouted. "Why are you making fun of me? I'm sure that after your first time you were unable to sleep also."

Derek hummed in agreement and his eyes flashed mischievously. "Yes. I remember that the excitement was too much. But it gets better. After the second and third time, you sleep like a baby."

Angela missed his underlying tone and she nodded earnestly. "See? It's normal that I'm excited. After the…", she stopped talking when she felt Derek's hand caressing her waist, inching slowly toward her buttocks. "What are you doing?"

"I'm going to help you sleep.", he said smugly, and she felt his erection pressing on her abdomen.

Angela's mouth opened, but no words came out. It took a moment for the pieces of their conversation to fall together, and she realized that he will help her sleep like a baby after a second (and third) time. Tonight.

Angela was not sure what was more stimulating, Derek's hands that moved over her body or his scorching gaze which didn't allow her to look away.

The wetness pooled at her core, and her body trembled as his fingers gently traced the outline of her spine. Oh, God! She can kiss him all day and not get bored of it.

…

While Derek and Angela enjoyed their night, on the other side of Settle…

Irene stumbled out of the Dark Knight club and waved a cab. When the cab didn't move, she walked toward it and got in the back seat.

When she closed the door, the middle-aged man jolted. He was sleeping at the wheel and that is why he didn't see her when she waved him, asking for a ride. He frowned, why is there a woman in his cab? Ah, it seems that he forgot to turn the light off.

"Ravenna…", she mumbled and gave a $50 bill to the cab driver who was blinking his drowsiness away. 

'Well, for a $50, I might as well give her a ride...', he thought.

"Do you have an address, lady?", the cab driver asked. Ravenna is a neighborhood in Seattle, so the destination she provided is just a general direction.

"Drive. I will tell you more when we get there.", Irene grumbled.

The cab driver started the meter and drove toward Ravenna.

Irene stared through the window and absentmindedly pulled her black hair over her face (how much the length provided), so that the driver can't recognize her, and she guessed that the cab probably has a camera. If anyone connects her with that club and makes it public, she won't be able to step on the street.

Her mind was racing. What the hell happened? How could everything go so wrong? This night was supposed to be about her ruining Max, yet she ended up in that crappy room with five horny guys for hours. HOURS!

Irene thought of forgetting about Max and moving on, but… can she move on? She already invested so much time and energy in getting back at Max, wouldn't it all be a waste if she just gives up now? She lost her reputation, her career, she is left with nothing other than her thirst for revenge.

Sure, she has enough money and fake documents that will allow her to start another life, but how can she live peacefully with the knowledge that Max is enjoying? Only by bringing him down to his knees, she will be able to move on. If she knew that things will escalate to this point, she would never accept that job in the Alpha group. But now is too late for regrets and the only thing she can do is continue pushing forward.

Irene remembered Suzy and sent her several angry messages about Max and Hunter not showing up at all. Irene was not sure if the group that canceled was the one for Hunter's bachelor's party or if she got inside the wrong room. What if Hunter and his group didn't come to this club at all? What if Suzy's information was completely off?

Of course, Irene knew not to mention that she ended up taking the drugs, because Suzy might guess what happened after that, but Irene wanted an explanation on how could Suzy be so wrong about the timings of the drugs.

Unfortunately, Suzy didn't respond to texts, and when Irene called, it went straight to voicemail, which told Irene that Suzy's phone is off.

Irene gritted her teeth while trying to suppress graphic images from that night. She had no idea how she managed to get out, leaving her red wig behind, but she didn't dare search for it because she feared that some of the guys might stir and grab her again. She dashed into the staff room, put her clothes on, and got out of that place as fast as her legs would carry her.

Not that Irene would mind if someone got his hands on her, because her body was still not sated, however, her head cleared, and she knew that what happened was dirty and she will not allow any random creep to touch her again no matter how much her body buzzed for release. Irene was aware that no amount of sex will satisfy her, and the only way out is to wait for the drugs to wear off.

Her goal was to reach her apartment and scrub remnants of those five men off from her body, and then she can plan her next steps.

The drugs wore off by making her hot in waves, like pulses of need that were getting further apart.

"Ahh…", Irene exhaled loudly as the heat hit her suddenly and she spread her legs, pulling her skirt up and reaching to her wet core which ached to be touched. She got her clothes, but her panties were left in that VIP room, so the lack of undergarments provided her with easy access.

The cab driver heard lewd sounds coming from the back seat and he adjusted his rear mirror to see what is going on. His eyes nearly bulged out when he saw that Irene is sideways with one leg on the passenger's seat and touching herself. And that was a fine-looking leg.

He didn't get a good look at Irene, because she got into his car while he was sleeping, but now that her clothes were disheveled, and he got glimpses of a few parts of her body, he saw that she is quite alluring.

He swallowed hard and pulled the collar of his already loose shirt. With every passing second, his blood boiled. It was impossible to remain indifferent considering what was going on right behind him. And he thought that these things happen only in movies!

"Miss, are you OK?", he asked in a shaky voice.

Irene didn't hear him. She was busy pleasuring herself. "Not enough…", she breathed while thrusting two fingers inside her.

The driver heard Irene loud and clear and he thought for a moment before clearing his throat. "Miss, may I offer you my assistance?"

Irene moaned and he took that as a 'yes'.

The cab driver didn't think much, because he knew that he picked her up next to the Dark Knight club, and he assumed that she works there. He drove the car into a dark street and found a secluded parking spot before going to the backseat.

Irene's mind was clouded with lust. She saw a man approaching her, his pants were down, and she pulled him toward her.

She clutched his shirt and stared at him unfocusedly.

"Fuck me!", she demanded, and the man could not believe his luck.

He grabbed her breasts and squeezed them roughly before flipping her to kneel on all four and he took her from behind.

She was wet and needy, and he was just a cab driver who came within minutes.

"That's it?", Irene sneered when she heard him pant and he went limp as soon as he finished.

"How much do you want, woman?", he asked in disbelief. OK, he came much faster than normally, but she was young and curvy in all the right places and the fact that they did it in the back of his cab was hot as hell. It might be just a few minutes, but he knew that it will give him months (or years) of pleasant memories.

'SLAP!'

A crisp slap landed on his unsuspecting face.

"You came inside me after a minute, and dare to protest?"

Before he could react, Irene took him into her mouth and started sucking vigorously, helping him get hard again. Her mouth worked on his shaft while her hand rubbed her wet entrance which dripped from his cum and as soon as he was ready, Irene turned around impatiently.

"Come on…", she urged him.

"Ahh…", she let out a lewd sound when she felt him inside her.

Irene loved it and hated it at the same time and every ounce of her hatred was directed at Max because it's all his fault! Max was supposed to end up drugged, and his life was supposed to be ruined, yet here she is… being pounded from behind by a stranger who is old enough to be her father, and the only thing she can do is ask for more.

Irene knew that this will demand extra scrubbing when she gets to her apartment and that having sex in the car with a cab driver will leave nasty memories, but her body was needy, and she will think about anything else later.

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