Hi all! Okay, so while waiting for something to do at work, I started tinkering with this story. It started out a one-shot but has since balloned into something bigger. Well, that and I didn't want to overdose everyone with only one chapter. So I split it up into parts. And they're all written (since it started as the one-shot) so no waiting!

Warnings: Smut. So underagers need to hit the road. Forced sex. While there is no actual rape, not all of the sexual situations had are wanted-read on and you'll get the drift of what I mean. Edward explains it all lol. Language. My mouth is dirty and so that goes for what I write. Ridiculousness. Really, one of the scenes in this story has been playing out in my head for some time now. And I really wanted to get it written. Length. This really isn't going to have long chapters, just broken up pieces of a bigger one.

Disclaimer: Not mine, merely tormenting in naughty ways, the characters S. Meyer created.

Thanks! Hope you all enjoy.

Disturbia

"Woo-hoo! Look out girls, Emmett Cullen is coming to play. Time to Get Low, baby!"

"Really, Emmett, does your voice not have a volume level?" I chance a glance at my bother and see him chuckling.

"Oh, come one, Eddie-kins, tonight is gonna be great. Just us guys, no women to tie us down or nag about this or that." By women, he's referring to his very pregnant wife, Rosalie, and her sister, Alice. His foot pushes down harder on the gas pedal, speeding us and our friend Jasper toward our destination. "Wait, you're not still freaking out over the last time you came here are you?" he asks with a smirk. "I mean it was your twenty-first birthday for fuck's sake. You're allowed a little fun."

"Yeah, unless your girlfriend tries to cut your balls off," Jasper laughs from the backseat. He has no room to talk, Alice is his girlfriend and when she finds out where he's been tonight, odds are she'll pout and mope until he buys her something shiny. But she will not cut his balls off….

I cringe at the memory he's referring to. My twenty-first, a rite of passage for a young man to get wasted and stare at tits, and Get Low caters to both. I had just started seeing this girl Gianna, a girl from one of my classes two weeks earlier. We hung out; had a good time, she was hot, but after only two weeks I wasn't ready to marry the girl. She, however, had other thoughts. After finding out where my friends had taken me, she had a complete breakdown, screaming about betrayal and what would our children think of their perverted father going to watch women take their clothes off for money and whatnot. Mind you, we hadn't even had sex.

I tried to break things off with her, not needing a psychotic girlfriend and all, but she wouldn't take the hint. For two months, I had to fight her off, until finally I couldn't take it anymore and got a restraining order. It had got so bad that Get Low had her picture on the wall as someone to watch out for because she started harassing the dancers even though they had no idea who the hell I was. Last I heard, Gianna was institutionalized and put on strong medication.

Needless to say, I had only ever gone to that club one time and really never wanted to return seeing as the memories associated with it always made my skin crawl with anxiety. Seriously, what red-blooded straight male didn't want to see tits and ass? Yeah, very few would say no…unless you had Gianna to deal with. Even now, four years later, I feel the urge to look over my shoulder just to see if someone is following me and have worry for the girls in the club.

"No, I'm not freaking out," I lie as he turns into the parking lot. He laughs at my lie and then I notice confusion take over his features. Following his gaze, I notice Get Low is gone.

"Twilight Lounge? What the hell?" Emmett asks, pulling into a parking spot. The parking lot is packed, and more cars are still pulling in. It takes Emmett all of five seconds to get over his disappointment. "Whatever, there are still tits inside. Let's go, boys!"

We enter the club, hear and feel the pulsing beats as we make our way through the crowd. Nearly every chair is taken; only a select few away from the stage remain open. Pushing his bulky frame toward the seats, Emmett grabs the table and immediately a dirty blond cocktail waitress is upon us. She's cute, but just because I'm the only single guy here tonight, doesn't mean I think cute equals hook-up.

"Welcome to the Twilight Lounge, my name is Lauren, what can I get you guys to drink?" she asks, jutting her chest out a little, showing off her cleavage spilling out from her blue corset uniform.

We each order a Corona and sit back to watch the girls. As Lauren returns to see if we want refills, Emmett decides to mention to her that it's my twenty-fifth birthday and he'd like to pay for a private dance for me. Lauren's eyes light up he just offered her a Ferrari and she hurries away. I begin to wonder if she'll be giving the dance with the way she was eyeing me. But my worry is for nothing as Lauren returns with a buxom strawberry blond wearing only a g-string and barely there bra.

"Good evening, gentleman. My name is Tanya. I hear one of you is celebrating a birthday tonight." She's looking at me with a sweet smile. My friends razz me as Tanya reaches a hand out toward me. "Would you like to come with me?" she asks.

I head Emmett saying something about me coming, but I tune him out as I follow Tanya toward the back. I watch her pull a card from between her breasts that she scans against a reader on the wall. The door opens, and with a smile Tanya ushers me through. She does not follow.

The room I enter is dark; the walls blood red, with black booths lining them. I notice there are three large floor-to-ceiling windows against the far left wall. Unsure of what I should do, I move to one of the booths, taking a seat to wait. As soon as I sit down, the first window lights up with a hazy reddish orange glow.

At first I don't notice anything other than the room itself. There are more red painted walls, only this shade is lighter. And there is no furniture, save for what appears to be a round pillow mattress in the center of the room, that matches the blood-red walls surrounding me. In an instant, the light goes back out, only to turn on again less than a minute later.

I notice immediately the room is no longer vacant. On the mattress are two figures...and they're both female. My body reacts faster than my mind can process it. I see fire-red hair shimmering between two pale legs, the face below the hair buried against a pink mound, licking and biting. Continuing my look, I notice the body the legs belong to. A smooth creamy stomach and what appear to be soft voluptuous breasts that have vines along them rising and falling quickly. I can only see part of her head, her eyes blocked by darkness, but what I can see, is a mouth opening in lust, lips bitten by teeth possibly to stifle moans.

I'm hard instantly. I've watched girl on girl porn before. But I've never seen it up close like this. I don't know what to do. I want to grip my cock so badly, whip it out and stroke to the glorious sight before me, but I don't know if I'm being watched. I'm probably being watched. I never imagined this would be what they considered a "private dance." Probably why they're so popular, I muse.

I continue to watch, the red hair shaking from side to side as the woman continues her feast. I'm so awed by the way the girl on the receiving end is trembling, that I catch myself stroking my dick through my jeans. Fuck, it's been a long time and this is almost becoming too much.

I see the girl move her hands to massage her tits, grabbing them and pinching her pink nipples as her whole body tenses. I know she's just come and I hold my breath, fearful I'll jizz my damn pants if I'm not careful. Almost immediately, the light goes out again. I hear the door I entered open and see Tanya standing in its frame. Clearing my throat, I run my hands through my hair, trying to get a grip. I've never witnessed something like this before. I don't know what to think. All I know is she's waiting for me to leave.

Walking past Tanya, I see her sweet smile again. "Come back and visit us again," she says before disappearing into the throng of bodies.

I'm shaken to my core as I walk back to the table. I see Emmett and Jasper watching a girl onstage. I force out a smile, letting Em razz me for being gone so long. He thinks I got lucky. I'll let him because I can't even explain what happened. We stay for another couple hours, but never once do I see the red-head, or the pretty vines girl on the floor.

Two weeks go by and I can't stop thinking about that room. I begin to think there was something spiking my drink to make me so obsessive over it. I dream constantly about what I saw, and find myself searching endlessly every place I go for a glimpse of the two women. But it's all to no avail. I know I'm losing my mind, and before I know it, I find myself driving to Twilight Lounge just before midnight.

Walking in, I spot Lauren right away. Without thinking it through, I walk up to her and tell her I want a private dance. Her eyes light up again, like before, and she rushes off. Again, like before, Tanya is with her upon her return.

"Pleasure to see you again," she smiles. I merely nod and follow her to the back room. Just like before, she lets me through the door, and shuts me inside alone. Just like before, I move to the booth and sit. In no time at all the second window lights up. And just like before, the room lights up with a show of its appearance. Plain, red, empty; I'm instantly curious as the light vanishes.

The moment the light returns, I again see two people. Only this time, one is male. I can't see his face; a shadow covers it from the top. I look at the girl, see her kneeling before the man and notice an intricate vine pattern running along her ribs up to her breasts. It's the girl from before. I'm so mesmerized by her body that it takes me a moment to move to her face. When I do, I notice her mouth is open, her tongue peeking out to lick the shadowed man's dick.

What the hell?

Against my mind's insistence, my body is aroused. I feel my cock harden watching the pink tongue run along the shaft. I feel my balls tighten as she moves her hand to grip him and then swallows around his length, taking him all the way in. "Oh God," I groan, and close my eyes because really, this shouldn't be turning me on. Logically, anyhow. But it is.

"She's beautiful, isn't she?" a quiet voice asks beside me, startling me. I turn to look at the voice, seeing the red-head sitting beside me, her body hugged by a sheer robe. I have no idea how I didn't hear her but I know there is panic on my face because in that instance, I realize that I am again palming myself. "I watched you the last time. You couldn't take your eyes off of her. She tastes very sweet." Her fingers slide up my arm as I turn my eyes back to the window. It's only a few moments later I see him come on her chest. I'm equal parts disgusted and aroused.

"Would you like to know what she tastes like?"

"What?" My voice squeaks as I try to process the question.

"I said, would you like to know what she tastes like?" Though she repeats the question, she doesn't give me time to answer. Instead of I feel a tiny prick on the back of my neck and then everything goes black.

I know, right off the bat there's a cliff to look over! Anyhoo, if you could, I would be oh-so appreciative if you all could Review what you've just read. Let me know if you'd like to know/read more:) Thank all=)