"Yo Dante, where the f*ck are you at?"
In a dim alley just outside a high-end nightclub, a man leaned against the wall with his phone pressed between his ear and shoulder. His right hand gripped a woman by her waist, the air around them anything but innocent.
His fingers dipped lower, groping the lady's plump cheeks without shame.
He wore a light Hawaiian shirt paired with white pants, the carefree outfit contrasting his hungry gaze on the woman. While the young "lady" was busy grinding against him had a flushed face, her skimpy dress leaving little to no imagination for the man.
"I said I'm coming already. You don't have to keep calling me like you're my mum or something," came a thick masculine voice from the other end.
The man hearing this, grinned lazily, his own flushed face betraying his intoxication as he spoke to his partner in crime.
The man in the Hawaiian shirt had no clue that moments ago, Dante was busy f**king shit up at a rundown motel across town.
Moments ago***
In the cramped motel room, Dante pinned the blonde busty woman face-down on the bed. Her big breasts squished against the mattress as he gripped her hips tight. His thick cock slid in and out of her wet pussy with fast thrusts. She moaned loud each time he bottomed out inside her.
"~Ah!~ Harder!" the woman gasped, her fingers clutching the sheets while her body shook from the force.
Dante smirked, his green eyes fixed on her jiggling ass. Sweat dripped from his black hair onto her back. No woman could resist him, and this one had begged for it after just a few words at the club. His big cock stretched her wide, making her walls clench around him hard.
But unfortunately all good things must come to an end eventually…
ZZZZT! ZZZZT! ZZZZT!
His phone buzzed on the nightstand. Dante grabbed it without slowing his pace, answering while he kept pounding into her.
"Yo Dante, where the f*ck are you at?" his friend's voice came through.
Dante thrust deeper, feeling her pussy tighten as she let out a muffled cry into the pillow. He held the phone to his ear with one hand, the other smacking her ass cheek hard.
"I said I'm coming already," Dante grunted into the phone, his cock twitching inside her. "You don't have to keep calling me like you're my mum or something."
As he spoke, his balls tightened. He slammed into her one last time, his thick cum shooting deep into her pussy. She screamed in pleasure, her body convulsing around him while he filled her up completely.
Dante hung up, tossed the phone aside, and pulled out, watching his cum leak from her swollen folds, he couldn't help but smirked at the creamy mess dripping from her pussy.
Pah!
He slapped her ass hard, leaving a red mark. "Damn, you took that load like a champ. Best pussy I've had all week."
The blonde woman turned over slowly, her big tits heaving as she caught her breath. "That was incredible. Can we do it again sometime?"
He laughed, pulling on his pants without looking at her. "Nah, babe. It's called a one-night stand. You know what that means, right? One night..." He held up a finger, grinning. "...and we're done. Simple. Now I've got a party to hit and there's more bitches waiting for me to knock up."
She sat up, reaching for him. "Wait, what's your name even?"
Dante zipped up, grabbed his shirt from the floor. "Well, It doesn't matter. You got what you wanted, right?." He chuckled, walking to the door, not bothering to even glance back at her, as he left her naked on the bed.
Bam!
Dante left the motel room brimming with excitement about what's about to come at the party while also still feeling the slight jolt of pleasure still coursing in his being.
But he wasn't the only one left trembling in the aftermath of their brutal lovemaking.
The blonde woman lay on the bed, c*m still dripping from her p**sy. She stared at the door after Dante slammed it shut.
"F*ck, that c*ck was huge. I need him to pound me again," she muttered, fingering her swollen folds while biting her lip.
Dante on the other hand went ahead and flagged down a cab outside the motel, his c**k still half-hard from the blonde's tight p**sy.
He slid into the back seat, still reeking of booze…and if you were a little closer to him, you might be able to perceive the stench of sweat on him.
"Eclipse Club," he told the driver, tossing a wad of crumpled bills upfront. "Step on it."
The driver caught the cash, took one look at Dante through the rearview mirror, and immediately cracked his window open.
'Rude.'
But he drove him anyways…who can say no to money, crumbled or not…money is money.
The cab pulled out of the motel driveway and merged into the city streets.
Dante leaned back, grinning at his reflection in the window.
Even with his shirt half-tucked and his hair a mess, he still had that swagger in him, which could make anyone, no matter the circumstances, turn their attention to him.
'God, I'm good.' He turned his jaw to the side,showcasing his sharp jawline. 'Being me should be illegal.'
While all these thoughts ran through Dante's mind, the cab driver kept glancing in the rearview mirror with a weird look, clearly thrown off by how Dante sat there grinning like a smug bastard.
Twenty minutes later, the cab screeched to a halt outside Eclipse Club. Neon lights pulsed in blues and purples, spelling out the name above the entrance.
"Eclipse Club"
In this particular club, there were several VIP booths awaiting inside, along with private rooms where sh*t got real dirty.
"Ey, here's a little extra." Dante tossed the driver some more crumpled cash without bothering to count it and stepped out.
The bass from the nightclub was already thumping against his chest like it was calling him.
Or maybe that was just his phone buzzing again.
ZZZZT!
"What da f*ck, Dante. Where are you—, " The same man's voice from earlier blared through the speaker the second Dante picked the call.
"I'm here, Rick. So stop crying." Dante hung up before Rick could respond. He pocketed the phone and strolled toward the entrance.
The bouncer at the front didn't even ask for ID from Dante anymore. After years of coming here, Dante was practically part of the furniture.
"Ace." The bouncer nodded, his massive arms crossed.
"Big Man." Dante nodded back, slipping a crumpled twenty into his palm. The guy stepped aside, and Dante pushed through the doors.
Eclipse Club was the same as always. Loud. Sweaty. And of course, FULL OF WOMEN!!!.
'Home sweet home,' Dante thought, his green eyes lighting up.
"DANTE!" Rick's voice cut through the music as his Hawaiian shirt practically glowed under the blacklights.
"You're late! I've been holding down VIP for an hour!"
"Well, what can I say... I'm always gonna be fashionably late." Dante slid into the booth. His eyes scanned the crowd. Already ignoring Rick's annoyed response.
He spotted a blondie by the bar. 'Cute.' His eyes lingered for a second.
But then a brunette near the DJ caught his attention. 'Oh, she got a**'
There's a saying "One woman's blessing. Another woman's curse."
It also seemed to have applied here as the blondie was forgotten while the brunette became his 'target'.
He was about to make his move when something red entered his peripheral vision.
It was a redhead. Walking straight toward him. Rage flaring in her eyes, and brows furrowed.
His brain was slow to catch up to the sudden movement around him.
'Wait. Do I know her?'
"DANTE!"
'Oh f*ck.'
He knew her.
Pah!
The slap echoed, perfectly timed with the bass drop.
Rick choked on his drink, spilling some on his shirt.
"You ghosted me for THREE MONTHS!" The redhead, what was her name, Tina? Trina?. Screamed loud enough to turn heads.
Her tight dress hugged her b**bs, but her face was twisted in rage.
"Baby, I can explain—"
"DON'T 'BABY' ME! Do you know how many times I called?!"
'Damn, she's loud.'
Dante wanted to salvage this. He really did. But it's hard to apologize to someone you don't even remember.
'Shit, I can't remember.' Dante rubbed his cheek, cause God knows It stung like hell, he can't remember the last time a woman actually slapped him.
"I was... in a coma." Dante tried to answer her question with his excuses, flashing his best grin.
"A COMA?!" She raised her hand again.
"..."
Rick was already recording on his phone, laughing his a** off. "This is gold, man!"
"Hey. Rick, put that sh*t away." Dante didn't even look at him. His smirk was still aimed at the redhead.
The redhead, seeing that she hadn't gotten his full attention, decided to swing again.
But Dante caught her wrist before it connected. "Whoa, whoa. Easy there Missy."
"Don't touch me!" She yanked at his grip.
"Look, Trina-"
"It's BIANCA, you asshole!" She snapped at him before he could even complete the sentence.
"Right. Bianca." But Dante, ever the shameless bastard, didn't let his grin waver. "Listen, that night was fun. But life got busy. You know how it is."
"Busy?! You blocked my number!" Bianca wanted to swing again but her wrist was still locked in Dante's grip.
'Did I?' He couldn't remember doing that either.
"I switched phones." Even without remembering what he did, Dante still tried to lie his way out. But unfortunately, it couldn't work in front of the raging redhead before him.
"Bullshit!" Bianca's voice cut through the music.
A few heads turned in their direction. There were already whispers starting to spread through the crowd like wildfire.
And of course Rick was still recording.
Dante stepped closer, voice dropping low. And even smoother than usual. It was the same voice that got him into this mess in the first place.
"Look, I get it. You're mad. But why waste all that energy on anger?" He tilted his head, flashing that grin. "Let me buy you a drink. We can talk it out. I promise I'll make you forget those three months."
For a split second, Bianca hesitated.
'Got her.' Dante's grin widened at the sight of her hesitation.
Then her eyes went cold.
She yanked her arm free, eyes narrowing. "F*ck you, Dante. You're trash." She stormed off, flipping him the 'bird'.
But Dante watched her go, with his grin still playing on his lips.
"...So that's a no on the drink?"
Rick was wheezing as Dante merely shrugged, turning back to Rick. "Women, right? Pass me a beer. And make it two, I'm thirsty."
Rick handed him a cold one, then signaled the waitress for more. "You dodged that bullet, bro. She looked ready to castrate you."
Dante chugged the first beer in seconds. The cold liquid hit his gut hard.
He slammed the empty bottle down and grabbed the second. "Nah, she'd be begging for my c*ck again if I tried. But f**k her—BURP" He let out a burp. "There's plenty more where that came from."
The waitress arrived just as he finished his sentence.
She was a busty Latina in a low-cut top. Her breasts looked like they were about to escape the bandage of her showing purple bra. She set down a tray of shots. Tequila, lime, and salt?
"On the house for regulars," she winked at Dante.
He grinned, eyeing her cleavage. "Thanks, sweetheart. Join us?"
She laughed. "Maybe later."
Dante knocked back a shot, the burn spreading through his chest. Then he took another.
The alcohol mixed well with his post-sex buzz, making his head spin just right. He felt loose, you could say he felt invincible…yeah, he's really bad with his alcohol.
"Let's get fucked up!," he said to Rick, grabbing another shot with a slight slurred speech in between. "Bottoms up."
And Rick, the ever-sarcastic wingman, matched him shot for shot.
By the time they were on their 5th bottle, the VIP booth was already filled with empty glasses.
Dante's vision blurred at the edges, but his cock stirred as he watched the dance floor.
T*ts bouncing. Asses shaking.
'Time to score,' the booze was already starting to kick in heavily, fueling his hunt.
He spotted his target, It was a petite Asian chick in a short skirt, sipping a cocktail alone at the edge of the bar. Her black hair fell over her shoulders, and her legs looked smooth as f*ck.
Dante slid out of the booth, swaying a bit from the tequila. "Be right back, Rick. Got a fish on the line."
He weaved through the crowd, dodging elbows and spilled drinks. The room tilted, but he pushed on. Up close, she was even hotter. Small t*ts, but they were perky. And her thighs were looking so thicc he could just lick it, if not for him being in a public setting.
"Hey, gorgeous," Dante called out to her, leaning on the bar next to her. His words slurred just enough to sound charming…or so he thought. "What's a girl like you doing in a dump like this?"
She glanced up, her eyes widening at his green gaze, before she tune down her shock. "Hmm…I'm waiting for someone worth my time."
He grinned. "Well, you found him. Name's Dante. Let me buy you another." He signaled the bartender, but his hand knocked over a glass. It shattered on the floor.
But Dante, too drunk to control his own body, knocked a glass with his elbow.
Crash!
With the beer mug chattering, the bartender could only sigh...it's a normal routine for the poor man. As for Dante? Well, he didn't even flinch.
"Oops." He laughed, clearly too drunk to give a damn...the only thing on his mind right now was the chick in front of him.
While the chick in question raised an eyebrow, looking him up and down. Secretly judging him...he looked messy. He's drunk...but those green eyes...
She smirked. "Sure. Why not?"
'Too easy.' Dante's grin widened at her.
Dante ordered drinks. Which were some more tequila for him, something fruity for her... at this point he was too focused on her to care about what they were drinking.
He downed his shot quick, causing the world around him to spin faster.
They chatted bullshit for a minute, about her job as a waitress, and his "business deals."
His hand brushed her thigh, and she didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned in, her breath hot on his ear.
"Wanna dance?" she whispered.
"F*ck dancing," Dante growled, his voice thick with booze and lust. "Let's find somewhere private."
She nodded, grabbing his hand. They headed toward the bathrooms, her a** swaying in front of him. Dante's c*ck hardened at the sight of her inviting hips swaying, pressing against his zipper.
And the alcohol wasn't helping either, making everything sharper, from her scent, to the heat between them.
'I'm gonna love pounding this p*ssy raw.' His eyes were already sizing her up, clearly trying to memorize where to grip.
But just as they reached the hallway—
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The music cut out. The bass that had been shaking the walls went dead silent. For a split second, nobody moved.
Then the sirens hit.
Blue and red lights flooded through the windows. People started screaming. Glass shattered somewhere. With footsteps stampeded toward the exits.
"POLICE! NOBODY MOVE!"
Dante's grip on the woman's waist loosened.
'You've got to be f*cking kidding me.' Dante's shoulders sagged at the sight of the chaos, People screams, and shoving toward the exits.
"F*ck!" Dante cursed, his drunk brain was still so slow to react. He grabbed the Asian chick's arm, but she yanked free and bolted into the crowd.
As for Rick? That disloyal bastard was already gone, his Hawaiian shirt vanishing in the mess.
Dante stumbled toward the back exit, heart pounding. He tripped over a fallen chair, and crashed into a drunk guy puking on the floor.
'Gotta get out before they nab me—.' With his thoughts already a mess, it's a miracle he got this far without being trampled...but not every miracle goes through.
A strong hand grabbed his shoulder.
"Gotcha!"
Dante twisted, but the officer slammed him against the wall. "Hands where I can see 'em!"
"F*ck off!" Dante slurred, reeking of tequila. But the cop twisted his arm behind his back.
"You're coming with me, scumbag."
The officer dragged him outside, shoving him against a patrol car. Pressing Dante's face onto the car's cold metal hood. Dante became even more disoriented, adding to his already spinning head from the booze.
Click!
Handcuffs clicked tight.
Then, he heard a familiar sigh.
Dante looked up, squinting; he still couldn't see well with all the sudden lightening from the sirens.
But he could already take a guess of who it was...
Robert Hayes stood there, pinching the bridge of his nose. He has neat blonde hair, with blue, tired eyes to complement his blonde hair. His captain's badge gleamed under the lights.
"Ace. Again? And you're wasted this time?"
Dante grinned through the haze. "Bobby! Great to see you—"
"Don't call me Bobby." Robert's voice was flat, like he'd said it a hundred times.
"Come on, bro-in-law. Family discount?" Dante tried to bargained his way out, his words mushy.
Robert shook his head. "You're cuffed anyway... seems it's just your bad luck. There have been reports that this club is a mafia den. We suspect it's a place where they sell drugs, guns, and the 'works.' But luckily for you, it was my boys who caught you and you're too drunk to run."
He pulled out his phone, dialing a number. And Dante heard it ring before—.
Gina's voice exploded through the speaker.
"DANTE? AGAIN? YOU PIECE OF SHIT! ROBERT, DON'T YOU DARE BAIL HIM OUT THIS TIME!"
Robert winced, holding the phone away. "Gina, calm down. He's family. And he's already hammered."
"I'M COMING DOWN THERE! AND WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON HIM—"
Dante chuckled, the booze dulling the guilt.
'Same old sis.' But deep down, his gut twisted. It just meant another night in the slammer, and he couldn't help but sigh at the favor he was about to owe.
The cops shoved him into the back of the car. Sirens blared as they pulled away.