Club Delirium

Six shot a scowl Victor's way, but grabbed his phone out of his ass back pocket. "What's your number? I'll text you, then you'll have mine," he said.

"Oh, okay." I said, rattling it off.

"Well, peachy. Okay, 'night all! Gotta get our beauty sleep!" Carmen said, grabbing my sleeve and hauling me towards the door.

"Talk to you soon!" Six called out.

"Bye...I guess," I called back. Carmen started pushing me through the club and then towards the stairs and I finally had to turn around to easier scale them.

We burst out onto the street in a flurry of sweat, ringing ears, buzzing skulls, and, in my case, anger.

I grabbed my girlfriend's arm, stopping her. "What the fuck, Carmen?!" I said.

"Sorry," she said, glancing around for a cab. She spotted one and threw her arm out. "But so what? I changed my mind. I'm getting you away from that asshole. You can do so much better," she said.

"What are you going to do? Babysit my love life? Screen my calls?" I asked sourly.

"Right. Give me your cell," she said, grabbing my purse and tugging it open.

I tried to grab my purse back. "It looks like you're trying to rob me - cut it out!" I said. "I left my cell at home anyway," I said.

Carmen blinked at me. "Who leaves their cell phone at home?" she said.

"Me. I don't take it into the toilet when I use it either," I said with a scowl.

Carmen ignored me. "Here's a cab - good. We won't freeze out here much longer. Come on!" She yelled.

I turned at the last second to see Six standing outside the door to the club, watching. He was laughing, so he must have seen more than us just getting into the cab. He gave me the "I'll call you" sign with his hand up to his ear as we zipped around a corner, out of sight.

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"It's not even two AM yet," I groused. "I even took a nap today so I could stay awake for this," I complained, tossing my astringent into the white basket by my sink.

Carmen stood next to me, soap bubbles covering her face. "Well," she said, "hand me a washcloth, will you?" I reluctantly did, and she went on. "I decided after that last dance I needed to get us - and by us I meant you - out of there," she said. "I can't in good conscience let you and him go any further. I mean, he's looser than...than something that used to be tight but has been used so much that now it's loose. You know what I mean?"

I sighed. "Strangely, I do," I said, shaking my head.

She rinsed her face and patted it dry with the hand towel. "Let's not talk about him anymore. Let's grab some water, then I'm ready for bed. How about you?" she asked.

"Yeah, sure. Whatever," I said.

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Carmen was tucked into the surprising softness that was my couch and I was sleeping in my bed when we were both awakened to the knocking. "Carmen, no!" I hissed, when I heard my front door open. I didn't know anybody well enough in the city for them to be knocking on my door in the middle of the night. Nobody that warranted my door being flung open, anyway.

"What? Go away!" I heard Carmen hiss as I wandered sleepily into the living room. She looked like an angry dorm mother in her white flowery robe, headband that held her hair back from her forehead, and some kind of a white sleep mask she must have put on after I'd already headed to bed. And she was mad. Mad at the very tall, very sexy model standing in my doorway.

I stopped where I was. I was wearing cut off shorts made from a pair of old sweatpants, and an old t-shirt that said "Yes, I Always Swallow!" above the much smaller words, "Benington Water Delivery"

And my large boobs were braless and hanging free. I immediately crossed my arms over my chest.

"You," Six said, pointing at me. "I need you for a second," he said.

"How did you find her apartment?" Carmen said.

Six barely spared her a glance. "I've been making calls all over California and god knows where else trying to track down who might have been with you when you might have visited Kiki before, and who might know her address. It was hard to find...but not that hard," he said. "I can be persistent. Also, I know some of your coworkers at the gym."

In any case, Carmen was stunned speechless.

But fuck her, so was I.

"You're...you're here...in my apartment," I said dumbly as he stared at me from the doorway.

"Yeah, I'm here. Because I got to thinking after you left," he said.

"Yeah?" I said.

"Yeah," he said. "It hit me that...that I never even fucking kissed you back when we were dancing. Why the fuck didn't I kiss you?" he asked me.

I shook my head. "Um. I don't know. Too busy dancing, maybe?"

He walked purposely into my apartment and right up to where I stood next to my bedroom door. He gently pulled my arms down from where they were hugging my chest. He studied my ample boobs for a few seconds. "Your nipples are pointy," he said.

I felt my face turn scarlet.

"Jesus Christ," Carmen groused, and headed to the kitchen.

"I mean," he said with a smirk, "Can I? Kiss you, I mean?"

"I can still hear you!" Carmen called out.

"How about in my..." I motioned behind me.

"Your bedroom?" he asked, his eyebrows going high with interest.

"Sure," I said, grabbing his hand and tugging gently.

He pushed the door closed behind us and I heard the snick as he locked the door. A second later I ended up with my back pressed up against it. He didn't waste any more time - I felt his soft lips on my forehead, then they slid lower, down one closed eye, down one cheek, to my chin, and finally back up to meet with my own lips.

He smelled like sweaty man, his cologne all but worn off, and his breath was beery, but it was the most amazing kiss I'd ever been a party to. Especially when his hips snapped forward and pushed hard into me, and his tongue mirrored the thrusting into my mouth that he probably wanted to do to other parts of my body.

His hands - it was like they couldn't stay still - they kept roaming down my back, over my ass, back up to my waist, and up farther to graze the undersides of my breasts.

I was no better, grabbing him at the small of his back and letting my hands roam over the curve of his pretty ass.

"Condoms?" He breathed out heavily once his face was tucked into the side of my neck. "I have to get inside you," he chuckled.

"Um...I don't have...I mean - " I stammered.

He raised his head with another of his smirks. "Jesus, no condoms?" He laughed. "They were right - you are a good girl," he mumbled.

"Or a stupid girl," I muttered.

"Thank god I put a handful in my wallet just before I went out tonight," he said.

"A...a handful?" I asked him in disbelief.

"See, Carmen is right. I'm...well..."

"Kind of...slutty?" I offered.

He snickered. "That's putting it nicely. I like to think of it as being prepared, though I could probably curl your toes with some stories - "

"Six?" I said.

"Yeah?" he asked, his head coming up so he could look at me.

"Shut up," I said.

He grinned and nodded. "Yeah. Ok. But, hey, can I shower first? You got a shower in there?" He looked towards the door that led to my small ensuite. He raised each arm in turn, sniffing at each armpit and with a small curl of his lips, shrugged.

"Uh...yeah, the bathroom's right through there," I said, giving a nod towards it.

He shrugged out of his black leather jacket and tossed it onto my "dressing chair" I had in one corner of the room. "I'll be back in a few. Do not go anywhere," he told me. He disappeared into the bathroom and closed the door.

I sat on the edge of the bed until I heard the water turn on, then I crawled up next to the pillows and climbed under the sheets. I chuckled - I couldn't exactly picture this man between my pink flowery sheets, but, there you go. He said that's where he wanted to be, so who was I to argue.

The next thing I knew, I was feeling his lips against mine. My eyes fluttered open in the dim room. "Wha?" I began.

"Why didn't you join me?" He asked.

"Huh?"

"In the shower?" He clarified.

I felt my cheeks flush. "Um, I already showered?" I lamely said.

"You are priceless." He grinned at me as he rounded the bed, finding the light switch on the wall on the way. He was wearing one of my deep plum towels around his waist. I heard the rustling sound that had to mean the towel was coming off, though now that he'd cut the lights I couldn't see much. "You fell asleep on me," he said.

I tried but failed to hold back a huge yawn. "Ssssorry," I said around it.

"Nobody's fallen asleep on me before," he laughed.

I crawled under the sheets to hide my face. "That's not at all mortifying to hear," I said.

He pulled the sheets back and I heard the sound of the clean skin of a deliciously naked man sliding between my bedsheets.

"Kiki?" He said, finding my face where I was hiding.

"Yeah?"

"Get some sleep," he said. And he pecked me on the forehead as he wrapped his long body around mine. God, his legs went on and on and on, I thought, as he curved his sweet-smelling self around me. I mean...he was so sweet smelling he smelled exactly like...me...which was sort of a mind fuck.

"Are you wearing my deodorant?!" I asked him on a laugh.

"Yes. You don't have any man pit-stink-begone in there. And I smell like your soaps and creams and whatever else too so I'm so horribly sorry if it seems like you're sleeping with yourself," he said, thrusting his semi-hard dick against my thigh.

I laughed out loud. "That makes it guaranteed that I know I'm not sleeping with myself," I mumbled.

"Get some sleep, because I'm tired too and the sun's gonna come up soon. Because when it does, you know what, Kiki?"

I felt a tingly chill race through my entire body. "Yeah?"

"We're gonna put this," He said, thrusting his semi against me again," to good use."

"Oh, my god," I murmured.

"Yeah. So sleep," he said, leaving a lingering, sweet kiss on my lips.

I briefly wondered how in the hell I'd be able to fall asleep with this man sprawled over me, but that was my last thought before I drifted off for good.

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I couldn't believe it - I was a notoriously long sleeper but I was awake before he was, and I couldn't help but study his sleeping form. His skin was flawless, I noted, as I gazed down his body. He'd kicked off most of the sheets in the night and he was naked from his curly head down to the middle of his thighs. He lay on his stomach and I couldn't help but touch him.

His spine's little bumps were warm under my skin as I trailed my finger down from his hairline over every little hill to finally circle his edible-looking back divots at the very top of his crack. Then I wasn't sure why I stopped there, and I tentatively let my finger travel down farther, past his tailbone, until it disappeared into the lightly furred crack of his ass.

My finger didn't get too far until he awoke. "Kiki," he grunted in surprise, his ass cheeks flexing at the unexpected touch.

"Yes?" I asked.

He glanced over his shoulder and then smirked at me. "You have frisky fingers," he said. "But I was planning to wake you up," he said, his voice all deliciously growly from disuse and sleep.

"I guess not, because I woke up first," I said tartly.

I gasped in surprise when, a cool second later, he'd rolled me over onto my back and was hovering over me. "What was that?" He said, also pinning my hands down against the pillow on either side of my head.

"Uh...I don't know. What were we talking about exactly?" I said breathlessly. God he smelled wonderful this morning. True he'd cleaned off with my soaps the night before, but his own natural clean smell had taken over while he slept and had permeated the warm bed. I wanted to roll around with him in it all day long.

"How big your breasts are," He said succinctly, looking down my torso. "My hands are huge, and I bet I can't palm and cover one. Want me to try?"

"Um...yes?" I said quickly, and he snickered, settling onto his side and releasing my hands. He tugged the end of my T-shirt up and over my head until I was bared to him from waist to neck. I watched him and his fingertips as they started at my throat and gently trailed down my breastbone until Six settled his big palm against my right breast.

"Wow," he mumbled, because, indeed, my boob was larger than what his hand could completely cover. I watched in rapt attention as his fingers toyed with my nipple, making it harden and stand at attention. He leaned his head down and sucked my left nipple into his mouth as he continued to toy with my right breast.

I groaned loudly, watching his curls roll around on his head as he worked. "You're driving me a little bit crazy," I whispered.

"Yeah?" He smiled. "Well, that's a good thing," he said, his long tongue coming out to lick over my nipple. But he didn't stop there. He rose back up over me again and started licking down the center of my chest. I wove my fingers into his curly hair and squeezed, pushing, urging his head down, down, down my body. And it wasn't like I really had to urge him anyway, because he seemed to be headed that direction anyway.

That is, until the pounding on my bedroom door made Six's mouth freeze just inches below my belly button.

"What's for breakfast?" Carmen called out from the other side of the door.

"Jesus Christ almighty," Six said, his head collapsing onto the middle of my belly. "Will she ever stop bothering us? Fucking cockblocker," he muttered.

I couldn't help it. I laughed. Loudly.

"What's so funny?" Carmen called out from the hallway. "I'm hungry!"

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It was something I just stood and watched, my lower back up against the sink as I sipped some orange juice. Six and Carmen, sitting at my table, each quickly shoveling in a bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios, glaring at each other. Were they racing? Yes. Yes, they were. It was almost funny, except for the fact I would still be in bed with one of them if the other one was somewhere else altogether.

"So, what are you doing today?" Carmen said to Six, her words laced with innuendo that, whatever it was, he wasn't doing it with us.

Six, in last night's clothes, swallowed and licked over his teeth behind his closed mouth. He checked his watch. "Got a photo shoot this afternoon. My morning's free," he said, shooting a hopeful glance at me.

"Well, Kiki promised me she'd take me to the planetarium today. So we'll both probably be doing that."

Six shot me a glare that could have alone frozen the ice cubes in my freezer.

I cleared my throat. "Look, Carmen, I..."

She leveled a stare at me now, pointing at me with her spoon. "You are not ditching me. I'm here for a week of my vacation!" she said.

I looked at Six. "I fly back to LA early this evening," he said frowning. "Wanna watch the shoot today?" he asked me, brightening some.

I looked at each of them in turn. It was like watching two kids on a playground fighting over a ball.

"Okay. You," I pointed at Six, "have to go back to your hotel for clothes. You go do that this morning while I take Miss Vacationing here to the planetarium. We won't be there for more than a couple hours, tops. Then I'm," I said, leveling a 'don't fuck with me' stare at Carmen, "going to watch Six's photo shoot."

Carmen's lips formed a straight line. I could tell she wasn't happy, but she was just going to have to deal.

"Actually...this afternoon...I might just want to stay in. And hang out. With you," she said to me, while eyeing Six.

"Not even a slight chance," I said.

"I win," he said smartly, with a responding sneer from Carmen. He just barked a laugh and abruptly stood and pulled his phone from his pocket. "I'll text you the time and address of the shoot today."

"Okay," I said.

"I'm gonna head out," he said. "Uh...walk me to the door?"

"Sure."

He grabbed my hand and pulled me through it, pushing it closed behind us. Luckily the hallway was empty. He took me in his arms again and rubbed his nose against mine before he touched my lips with his tongue. I opened my mouth and he dove in, our tongues slowly slipping and sliding together.

When I pulled away for breath, he grinned. "She's fucking crazy," he told me, humor lighting his eyes. "I mean, certifiable."

"I think she's just trying to be protective," I told him.

He snorted.

"She wasn't like that with my boyfriend."

His eyes flew wide at that. "She actually let you have a boyfriend?"

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever. You know, you probably need to get a move on if you want to look all beautiful later today and everything," I told him.

"You mean I'm not that way now?" He asked. It was a joke, but I looked at him, really studying him. Rumpled clothes, sleep-mussed curls. The irony of it all was, he was beautiful. I think he would still probably be more beautiful than most of the human population even while sick with the flu and puking into a toilet.

"Cute." Was all I said back to him.

"I am told that I am," he said. "But I'll see you later today. I'll let them know you're coming, okay?"

"Yeah," I nodded.

He grabbed me again, one arm around my waist and the other behind my neck, and he kissed me so hard I nearly lost my balance, and he had to hold me upright.

He pulled away, breathing harshly. "This," he said, a finger indicating us both, "isn't over," he said.

My eyes widened, but I just nodded. He looked away and muttered a soft, "fuck" just before he gently let me go and started backing towards the elevator. One big hand came up in a wave that I returned, and I stupidly watched him until the elevator doors closed on him and he was gone.

I took a deep, but shaky, breath, and turned to go back inside. When I opened the door, I nearly smacked Carmen in the head with it.

She'd been eavesdropping, to nobody's surprise. "Okay!" She said, giving her hands a clap before she rubbed them together. "Let's get cleaned up and then we can go!"

"You know," I said, "you're acting ridiculous," I said.

Carmen immediately went wide eyed. "Me? Me?! What about you? You're acting like, like you're in love with that guy!"

"What are you talking about?" I said. "Did you take an alternate reality pill last night that still hasn't worn off?"

But Carmen just scoffed at me, and I glared at her. "Back off, Mom," I said sarcastically, "I just met him."

"Yeah, and you are so not that kind of girl, Kiki," she said. "You're smart, you're grounded, and you can do so much better!"

I widened my eyes at that. "Well, how would either of us know that? You keep basically crawling into bed between the two of us!" I said loudly.

She crossed her hands over her chest. "No, I do not. But you need to hear what I'm trying to say to you."

"No, no, I get it - manwhore, too good-looking, too young. Anything else? Hairy back? Halitosis? Double jointed dick?"

Carmen pointed a finger at me. "You think I'm joking? Kiki, guys like that don't go for girls - "

"That guy," I said, pointing to my front door, "and I got off on the wrong foot. But I had an awesome time dancing with him, and last night -"

Carmen scoffed loudly again.

"Last night, Carmen, he wanted me! Me! Boring, average-looking, steady ol' Kiki - me. And what's wrong with me saying, 'ok, sure, he's way out of my league, but why not?' Just this once it's like I've got a chance. And he still wanted me this morning. What's wrong with me taking him up on it?"

"Because he doesn't care about you, Kiki. At all. Guys like that - serial screwers - just take. He'll take what he wants from you and then he'll leave you. And where will you be then?"

"Oh, I don't know, probably right where I am at this moment! Alone, boyfriend gone, grandparents helping me with rent money. What's the fucking difference?"

Carmen frowned. "There just is."

I sighed. "Look, you can get your shower first. I need to...eat something anyway."