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The air was hot and humid, and your skin-tight strapless dress was uncomfortably sticking to your skin. Taking a sip of your straight vodka disguised in a Dasani water bottle, you remembered that as soon as you stepped out of this Uber all your troubles would disappear for the night. The burn of the strawberry Svedka and the ticking of the car blinker only heightened that famous, pre-clubbing anticipation.
"How much longer?"
"Hm?" Your Uber driver peered at you through the front mirror.
"Sorry," Perhaps the vodka was causing you to forget your manners, "I meant how far is this place?"
"You've never been?"
This was a night you've been anticipating for a while now, and you were not up for small talk, "No, I haven't."
"Almost there, just around this corner-"
Before he could finish his sentence, the familiar smell of cheap perfume and mango Juul-pods hit you like a truck, and instinctively your heartbeat synced with the muffled music blasting from inside the club. You bid your driver goodbye and stumbled out of the car, the heel of your stilettos oh-so-gracefully catching on the side of the car. Shaking the mild embarrassment off, you rhythmically strutted up to the bouncer. Just as you had heard, and much to your delight, the ladies were admitted for free. The tall, intimidating man dressed in black unlatched entrance to the red velvet fencing and ushered you in.
The atmospheric blue lights glaring, purple lasers flying, smoke machines, and strobe lights flashing surrounded you. Bumping on the Dj booth was Full Clip by Gangstarr, and you were eating that shit up. All you needed now was a hard, cold vodka soda. Quickly downing what remained in your "water" bottle, you walked up the step to the raised-platform bar and found an empty stool. To your left was a girl, sobbing her eyes out on what looked to be her 5th shot. To your right was a bulky man trying to discreetly dry swallow two tiny round pills. You were in your element.
The two bartenders working their shift were busy with the ongoing flow of incessant orders and request, so you swiveled your barstool around to face the dancers and the lounge corner. Every breath you took was tainted by various different smokes and you felt stuffy and in need of a drink. But you chose to ignore that, it was just a part of the experience. There were so many people around you, far more than any lousy frat party you've been to back in your hometown university. They all looked sweaty but their faces were plastered with immense joy, and half of their pupils were dilated bigger than you've ever seen before, and a part of you envied them. However, you were growing mildly impatient with the fact that neither of the bartenders were currently available, so you swiveled your barstool back and tried to make eye contact with one of them
The one closest to you caught your eye. He had long, light brown almost blonde, hair. He was tall, not too tall, but tall enough. Enough to grab your attention. You glanced his way and just as planned he looked back. Taking the hint, he finished mixing a drink and giving it to the respected patron.
"And what can I do for you, beautiful?"
You partly cringed at his sugary comment, "Just a vodka soda, but more vodka than soda," you hoped he wouldn't catch your blatant inexperience ordering bar drinks.
To you dismay he caught it and chuckled, "Coming right up!" he grabbed the mixer and the short list of ingredients, "Are you new here?"
"How can you tell?" You giggled
"I just meant that I've never seen your face around here before."
"That's surprising considering the amount of people you must see every night." You motioned to the plethora of dancing people behind you.
"You underestimate my observing skills, I can recognize most of these people here 'cuz they're frequenters. Plus you've got an extra beautiful face, you're not from here, are you?" He poured the mix into a glass and slid it in your direction. He promptly leaned over the bar, catching you off guard.
"Wow, I guess I did underestimate you. I'm from NYC, I just moved here a week ago."
He held out a hand, urging you to hold it. You placed a hand in his and he brought it to his lips and kissing it softly, "Well then-"
"Y/N,"
"Well then, Y/N, you can call me Jean. Jean Kirstein. Consider me your first friend." He smiled warmly, "I get off shift in an hour, meet me back here, Y/N." Jean turned to another patron and began fulfilling their order.
Your name sounded like honey on his tongue, and you couldn't tell if it was because of the vodka or because a hot guy around your age just hit on you. After finishing your drink, you slid off the barstool, pulling your short dress down, and headed to the dance floor. Rack City by Tyga was blaring and you could feel the beat in your soul. Your hips swayed and and you felt yourself up to the rhythm.
Girl you know what it is -
Everywhere you turned there were mounts of people closing in and dancing their hearts out. You followed the flow of the crowd and got low and high in sync.
I'm a motherfucking star, look at the paint on the car -
The song slowed before speeding and bass boosting. As the song progressed the alcohol was hitting and your dancing grew loose and you and the crowd became one. The strobes flashed violently and you felt otherworldly.
Ten ten ten twenties and them fifty bitch -
You felt hands on your waist, and in the heat of the moment, you pulled them close enough to smell the scent of the mystery person's cologne; sandalwood and tobacco. They began feeling all around the silhouette of your figure as you two connected. No longer than a moment later you felt their presence grow closer and you could feel their breath on your neck.
"I know I told you to meet me by the bar but I could tell you were busy."
You've heard that musky voice before. Turning your head, it was Jean. He seemed to have changed out of his work clothes and he was wearing a white wife beater, gold chain, and black cargo pants. Seeing him this close you could see all the details you couldn't pick up on at the bar. He was sporting one gold earring and his face was slim, sculpted, and long. Before you could respond, the song faded to Pony by Ginuwine. Your dancing did a 180 and everyone felt the energy shift. Jean gently placed a hand on your lower neck and slowly bent you over just the slightest bit, but enough for your heart to skip a beat. He was feeling all over you, and you liked it.
Girl when I break you off, I promise you won't want to get off -
Jean wrapped an arm around you to pull your upper body back up, so you two were close enough to hear each other. You laughed breathlessly, "Sorry, I was sort of preoccupied."
He smirked, "And how are you going to make it up to me, baby?" His breath smelled lightly of fireball and you could tell by the way he slurred his words that he was intoxicated.
The things I would do to you, you and your body -
"Oh, Jean, I'll do anything to make it up to you," You faked a concerned tone and you both shared a laugh.
"Do you want to take a break from dancing and come outside with me for a smoke?" He held your hand and intertwined your fingers and spun you around gently so you were facing each other. You were both so close that your noses were almost touching as you nodded your head in agreement. He held your hand tighter and began to filter through the sweaty crowd of intoxicated dancers. Dodging the people holding drinks and the others making out and grinding was a challenge in itself, but after a moment you two made it out. Jean held the heavy "employees only" door for you and he swiftly followed, wedging a door stopper in between so it wouldn't lock. All the music you could hear was the muffled remains, and you took a deep breath of the fresh air. To your right, Jean pulled a perfectly wrapped blunt in a bag out of his pocket. He lit it up and took the first hit.
"You want some? It's high quality shit I promise."
You took it from his fingers, "Of course I do," you took a long hit, "What strain is it? I'm loyal to Sativa but I can fuck with Indica from time to time." You took a second hit before passing it back to him.
"That's my girl," he laughed, making the butterflies in your stomach return, "Another Sativa enthusiast. This is a hybrid though, Sour Diesel."
"Shiiit, you weren't lying when you said this was good."
You both passed the blunt around for a while before it was done for. Since you had to share, you weren't as high as you would've liked to be, but it was enough to make both of you unwind and get more comfortable with each other.
"So, you ask girls to smoke out here often?" You asked.
"All the time," he joked, "Nah but for real, I never do this. Just you." He turned to face you and leaned on the wall, closing some of the space dividing the both of you, "But I've been meaning to ask, what brings you to Miami Beach?"
"Well, I graduated from University a couple months ago and I needed a change of scenery," Jean quirked a brow, urging you to continue, you sighed, "I was tired of frat parties." You shared a laugh.
Jean ran his hand through his long hair, "What a jump, from frat parties to one of the most bumpin' clubs on the Beach. You gotta love it though." He slyly placed his hand on yours and rubbed gently, changing the energy in an instant and adding a thick blanket of beautiful tension.
"I love Miami already," you said breathlessly, looking deep into Jean's eyes.
"You .. are so bad at trying to cover up your flirting," He responded under his breath with a smirk.
"What if I'm .. not trying to cover it up." As you two talked the space between you two lessened drastically until you could practically hear each others heartbeats. You didn't know if it was the alcohol or the weed that gave you this kind of confidence, but you hooked a finger onto his gold chain and pulled him towards you into a soft kiss. He looked at you silently, and let go of your hand and instead held your waist, pulling you into another kiss. This time it was enough to cut the tension. You pulled away for just a second to catch your breath before you went back in. You put your hand on the back of his neck, deepening the kiss.
"Come with me." Jean whispered into your ear making your skin tingle and the hair on the back of your neck stand up. He held your waist tighter and opened the door with his leg, catching it with his arm to let up enough space for the both of you to enter. Blue Pill by Metro Boomin filled the building as he opened a door and pulled you into a room. You took in your surroundings and realized it was the mens bathroom. Before you could register it, Jean opened a stall door and. ushered you inside before locking the stall door. He kissed you again, this time holding the back of your head.
"In here?" You said catching your breath and pulling away slightly just so your noses were touching. Your heart was beating fast and hard like a drum, and the thought of fucking this insanely hot bartender in a public bathroom exhilarated you.
"In here." He repeated and confirmed. You kissed again and he kissed down to your neck, licking and nibbling making you bite your lip in arousal. He quickly pulled away only to swiftly remove his shirt and place it on the hook on the back of the stall, "Take this off." He tugged at the top of your tight, strapless mini dress. You pulled at the zipper in the back quickly and pulled it off, throwing it on the floor. Jean closed the lid off the toilet and sat on it so you were on top wearing nothing but a promiscuous bra and thong. He bit his lip into a smile and looked you up and down, feeling all over your waist and hips.
"God damn.." He stared at your body hungrily.
You smirked and slid down repositioning yourself so you were on your knees in front of him, "Take those fucking pants off." You demanded. He raised his eyebrows and didn't wait a second before sliding his pants and boxers off. His dick sprung out and you grabbed its thick girth and spit on the tip. You rubbed it gently to distribute your spit, making it easier to pump it up and down. Jean groaned softly running his hand through your hair.
"Fuuuck," he sighed, "You look so fucking hot on your knees like that for me."
You smirked and licked the tip of his dick making his legs twitch. He gripped your hair and you took his full length in your mouth, flicking your tongue and sucking the soul out of his body. He groaned and bucked his hips to get his dick deeper in your mouth. You held back a gag as he face fucked you, using your mouth to please himself as he wished. You gripped his upper legs to balance yourself while he manually bobbed your head up and down with his firm grip in your hair. His grunts and moans made your heart race and rub your legs together to release some of the tension.
"Ohhh fuck I'm gonna fucking cum, baby," Jean abruptly took your head off his dick and he sucked in a sharp breath and bit his hand to restrain himself.
You slid your thong and bra off and threw them on top of your dress, you then climbed back on top of him and grabbed his cock and aligned it with your entrance. You slowly lowered yourself and you both took a deep breath as you fully sat yourself on his dick. He grabbed your hips forcefully and helped you bounce up and down. You were about to moan when Jean stuck two fingers into your mouth so you would gag and not be able to moan.
He stopped thrusting for a moment so he could listen, "Shh baby, I think I heard someone coming." Both of your hearts were racing at top speed at the fact that you two could get caught. The door to the bathroom opened and a group of guys entered, talking loudly about all of the bitches they pulled tonight. Jean looked you in the eyes and began bucking his hips to help you ride and kept his fingers gagging you, "You're doing so fucking good," he grunted, "Just keep quiet so they don't hear us.." The guys continued their conversation, unbeknownst to them that you and Jean were fucking in one of the stalls.
"Wait.. Did you guys hear that?" One of them drunkenly said. All of the others grew quiet to listen.
Jean was still thrusting trying to make the smallest amount of noise possible.
"Nahh bro, you literally tripping," They all laughed, "Did your dealer spike you with some shit? I don't hear anything." The guys resumed joking around before leaving the bathroom.
Suddenly, there was a knock on the stall you and Jean were in. You both stopped moving and looked at eachother, wide-eyed.
"Who's in there?" It was the drunk man who spoke earlier.
Jean cleared his throat, "It's just me bro? You lookin' for a problem?" You moved on his dick a little bit and Jean almost moaned, but he covered it up with a cough, "I- uhh- I feel sick, I don't know if you wanna be in here.."
The man shifted around outside the stall and backed up before responding, "Oh shit sorry man I just thought I.. heard something." He backed off slowly and you both waited until you heard the door open and close again to continue. When you heard him leave you and Jean looked at each other again and giggled quietly.
With this newfound excitement from almost being caught, Jean flipped you over so you were against the wall and he was pounding into you. He took his fingers out of your mouth and you moaned loudly in the now-empty bathroom. The knot in your stomach got tighter and your legs began shaking, so Jean helped you by holding up one of your legs. In this new position you could feel his dick rubbing your g-spot and you were on the edge of cumming.
"Fuck Jean-" you gasped, "Oh my god just like that- I'm gonna fucking cum!"
"Oh fuck yeah baby, cum all over my dick like a little slut." he groaned. His thrusts became abrupt and off-beat, "Fuck I think I'm gonna cum too- ohmygod your pussy is so tight."
With all of Jean's dirty talk you moaned breathlessly and the knot burst; the feeling of pure pleasure filled you and you came all over his dick. No more than 4 rough thrusts later, you felt Jean's dick leave you and he let out a huge grunt as he came on your ass. You both stood there in bliss for a couple seconds before Jean pulled out toilet paper from the stall to wipe the cum off your ass.
"Shit that was good." You said, turning around and grabbing your dress, pulling it back on.
"Hell yeah it was," Jean helped you zip up the back of your dress and gave you a playful slap on the ass which made you gasp, "Sorry," you both laughed, "I had to."
When you were both dressed Jean opened the stall and pushed the bathroom door open to check to see if anyone was around. When the coast was clear, Jean grabbed your hand and pulled you out of the bathroom to the main area in the club.
"Do you think I can get your number, Y/N?" The reality of the situation- this bartender you had a close call with fucking in the bathroom is just now asking for your number- made you laugh.
"Of course you can get my number." You took his phone and entered your contact information.
You both talked for an hour after that, listening to the loud music, drinking, and joking about the situation that had gone down. It was safe to say your first club experience in Miami Beach was more than satisfactory.