The music was loud and it vibrated throughout their bodies. Dozens of people dancing provocatively, drinking profusely and way too many people doing things they should only be doing in the privacy in their own homes. Everyone was going wild and not a single person was without a smile.
"I can't believe I said I'd come with you." Derek yelled over the music. "A few more drinks and I just might actually enjoy listening to Britney Spears, Lady Gaga and Ke$ha." Derek likes a variety of music, but he's more into classic rock. Though the club was playing a good variety of songs he actually knew, the majority of the music was pop – and he just wasn't feeling it too much.
"How can you not like Britney Spears?" Mark began singing along to the currently playing song, 'Radar'. "Got you on my radar, got you on my radar-" Mark chugged his beer, "Radar! Da da da da da da."
Derek and Mark both laughed, downing a couple shots of Jack Daniels. They are sitting at a small table near the corner away from the dance floor. The strobing green, red and blue lights echoed the dark room as the beat of the music pulsated through every fiber of their being. Despite his distaste in the music and the earlier events of the day, Derek was actually having a good time.
The two friends had finished their fourth beers and two shots of hard liquor, now swimming in a haze of giddiness and unable to stop laughing and smiling. Mark was chuckling over something that Derek was unaware of. He kept looking over to his right and then back to his friend, unable to control his hysterics.
Derek followed Mark's eyes, but didn't see anything but the waves of bodies. "What's so funny?" His speech was a little slurred. Compared to Mark, he is a light weight when it comes to alcohol, since his job consumed all of his time and there was no room for partying.
"There is this rather dolled-up girl with you locked-on target."
"What?" He said in disbelief, gazing out into the crowd. "Where?"
"That chick right over there," he pointed lazily towards the angled wall tables away from where they were sitting.
Derek's eyes fell upon a tall, slender girl dressed perfectly from head to toe. She was wearing a long sleeved black and white striped shirt with a swoop neck, and black skinny jeans. She looked young, like she shouldn't be anywhere near a club. Her hair is hot pink and messy to perfection. Her eyes are rimmed in black eyeliner, spiked jewelry covered her wrists and around her neck. The girl was in fact staring at Derek, grinning devilishly.
"That… Girl over there? She doesn't look old enough to even drink." Derek laughed over at his friend.
"Dude, I so dare you to go over and hit on her."
"What? Hell no, I'm not drunk enough for that." Mark passed Derek another shot of rum and he looked at it daringly.
"It'll be hilarious! Come on!" He insisted.
Derek was smirking, gazing at the drink with bold eyes. "Fine, but you better rescue me if that girl starts getting frisky." He downed the burning liquid quickly, savoring the feel of the warmth that traveled down his esophagus and into his chest before standing up.
What in the world was he doing? This girl was obviously staring at Derek for a reason. Derek strode over to the grinning, flawless girl, smiling sheepishly. Thank God for all that alcohol! It was making him brave and confident. Giving him the ability to pull off this silly joke without so much as a nervous twitch.
"Hello, there." Derek greeted the younger one as he continued to lean against the wall, his knee slightly raised as his foot rest against the wall behind him.
"Hello, yourself." Her voice was so angelic and soft. It made Derek's heart, oddly enough, skip a beat.
"So, my friend told me you were captivated by my beauty." His words oozed with charm and his blue eyes glistened against the changing colors within the room.
"Is that so?" They both looked over at Mark, who was now in the company of two rather busty ladies. "Well, your friend was definitely right."
Mike peered into the younger girl's deep eyes. Something was a little off about it. Her pupils were dilated and her grin was overly cocky.
"So, would you care to dance?" The pink-haired girl asked.
"Dance?" He was taken back slightly by the request.
"Yeah, dance. I want you to dance with me." She said, reaching out for Derek's hand. She stopped when she saw the gold band around his ring finger. "Married I see?" She was still smiling wildly.
"Um… Yeah, actually I am."
"Let me guess, your wife is mad at you so you're out with your friend over there as a sort of pain reliever, right?"
Derek was starting to like the girl's smile. "Something like that. How'd you guess?"
"Let's just say, I'm the master of relieving pain." She bit her bottom lip slyly.
"Is that so?" His eyebrows raised and he found himself unable to control the sideways smirk from creeping up onto his face. For some reason, the younger girl was teasing him and he was liking it.
The girl nodded. "Yes, that is so. Well, I don't think I could convince you to dance with me now?" She gave the older man her best pout and dough eyes. She looked simply adorable, like a child.
Derek was melting under this mysterious girl's gaze. This girl was making him feel inclined to get to know her, to dance with her. It was definitely just the alcohol.
He let the stranger clasp his hand and drag him out to the dance floor, where there were a ton of bumping and grinding, drunk people. The song had faded and the tempo slowed, the soft sounds of Rhianna's 'Umbrella' rung through the club. Derek was a bit hesitant to dance with the a girl to the slow song that just so conveniently happened to come on as soon as the girl lured him out onto the dance floor. Though he started to feel his nerves come to life through the fuzz of his drunken state, he felt obligated to dance with the girl. Somehow, he felt as though he knew her from somewhere.
"So, how does this work?" Derek was confused, looking at the younger girl with pushed brows.
"You mean the two of us slow dancing?" The pink-haired girl couldn't control her grin. She found it unbelievably sexy that she snagged an older guy to dance with her. A slow song, nonetheless. "It's easy, just pretend I'm your wife."
Derek laughed. "You are definitely not my wife."
The girl smiled, licking her lips as she grabbed Derek's hand and placed it around her slender waist. Derek's larger hand coiled around her sculpted back, able to feel her slight frame through the fabric of her clothes. "Was it the pink hair that gave it away?"
Oh, God, there was that look again. The 'I'm going to lick your skin off your bones', grin that made Derek's knees want to buckle. He must really be fucking drunk. "Actually, you're a lot shorter than she is." He flashed his teeth, blushing slightly. "And she's a brunette. She has bigger breasts too…"
The younger girl laughed, draping her arms around Derek's neck and drawing their bodies closer. Derek's heart rate sped and his breath quickened automatically. He was visibly nervous at the contact, the buzz of the alcohol not enough to tame his anxiety. Slowly, with the girl's lead, their bodies swayed from side to side, rubbing every so slightly against one another.
"So, what's your name?" She asked the older man, resting her head carelessly against the stranger's shoulder.
He inhaled deeply, his breath coming out shakily. "Derek." He could smell the girl's pink hair, so sweet and fragrant.
The younger girl smiled, obviously adoring the name of her mysterious stranger. "I'm Meredith."
Somehow, that name sounded so familiar. It was an uncommon name, yet his mind was fuzzy and swimming in circles to the point where he couldn't collect coherent thoughts. The only thing Derek could wrap his mind around was how good Meredith smells. Sweet, strong, intoxicating. The aroma of roses. Potent, hypnotic.
"So tell me, Derek" Derek shivered at the sound of his name rolling off Meredith's tongue like silk. "What happened with your wife?"
Derek was trying to have a good time and forget about the situation between him and Addison. Did she really have to know? "Why? Hopeful that somehow you might be able to corrupt me?"
Meredith giggled. "Perhaps. I'm known for my good looks, charm, and my tight little ass." She purred close to Derek's ear.
He felt his body go numb and respond in ways only his wife could make him. Tiny electrical currents waved through his spine like a slithering snake, the pricks making his hairs stand on end. "Um…" He had to think for a minute to put his thoughts together, "My wife accused me of being a workaholic and neglecting us… so, she left. She said we'd talk later." He rolled his eyes, letting his head fall delicately onto Meredith's, making sure not to mess up her perfect hair.
"Ouch," Meredith lifted her head to peer into Derek's glistening, sad eyes, "I know how you feel. I mean, considering I'm a drug addict that fucks my dealer because I can't actually afford the drugs." Derek's eyes went wide. Meredith was sharing intimate details of her life with a total stranger. "So, maybe I don't really relate to you or anything going on in your life. Was that too much information for just a dance?"
"No… just bewildered that you're telling me all of this." His grip on Meredith's slender hips got a little tighter, almost in a protective manner.
"Me too, actually." She smiled sideways, "For some reason I can't help but tell you these things. It's silly, but I feel like I know you."
"I got the same feeling." Derek confessed awkwardly. "So, why do you do drugs?" The question was blunt, Derek becoming bolder by the minute.
Meredith's smile faltered for a moment before returning. "A ton of shit I don't really want to talk about right now." She buried her head back into Derek's shoulder, feeling a sense of security. "You smell like Cherry Blossoms."
Derek laughed heartily. "That's actually pretty funny. I'm not wearing any cologne or anything."
"Must be your natural aroma." She pressed her nose against the fabric of Derek's shirt, taking another deep breath, savoring the older man's scent.
Derek held Meredith closer, actually enjoying the comfort and excitement their swaying bodies gave him. "So, me smelling like Cherry Blossoms, that's just a pick up line, isn't it?" The girl giggled into Derek's shoulder, nodding her head slightly. "I must admit, you're adorable." Where did that come from? Adorable? Derek thinks that she's adorable?
The slow song was coming to an end and phased into 'Speak' by Lindsay Lohan. Derek was actually disappointed when Meredith pulled away. He could feel the hesitation when the girl left the warmth of the man's body.
"Well, thanks for the dance, Derek. I certainly enjoyed meeting you." It was evident her smile was forced.
Derek's eyebrows softened into arches. "Same, but… I don't mind hanging out and talking, if you want."
"Really?" Meredith's smile consumed her angelic face. "You wanna dance again?"
Derek looked at her quizzically. "Um, how do you dance to a song like this?" He swallowed the lump in his throat.
"I'll show you."
Meredith grinned and turned around so that her back was facing Derek. The older man's mind was racing and his heart was throbbing as hard as the bass in the music as Meredith pushed her body against Derek's. She made him fasten his hands on her hipbones and kept her paler hands over the larger ones.
When Meredith began to slowly grind herself into the older man, she felt him stiffen in response. "Relax, Derek." He tried to focus on the words coming out of the girl's gorgeous mouth rather than the sensation that was coming to life in his pants. It was only natural to becoming slightly excited, regardless of who is doing it, when someone was causing a taunting stimulation, right?
She ground herself a little harder into the man behind her, keeping her hands tightly wound around the older man's sweating flesh that was against her hips. "Sometimes it has nothing to do with the age of the person you're interested in; you need to see what is inside, that something special in that person, ya know? You're only limiting yourself if you're worried if the person has experience or not."
Derek was quite impressed by Meredith's views. He had never looked at it that way before. Though he couldn't wrap his mind around the fact he was in a rather compromising situation with a younger girl, he couldn't deny how Meredith was stirring an odd tingling in his stomach with each move of her slender hips. The younger girl spun around rather quickly, startling Derek before she slammed her pelvis against him. The older man gasped in response, completely taken back at Meredith's boldness. Meredith fastened her nimble fingers around Derek's hips and ground herself hard into Derek's crotch, in perfect rhythm to the beat of the music.
His mouth fell open and he found himself getting uncontrollably hard under the stranger's touch. Meredith could feel sensations of her own through the confines of her jeans and all she could do was smile at the blushing man. Derek's breath was heavy against the side of Meredith's face.
"So tell me," Meredith whispered, "Am I making you forget about your wife?"
The way her words fluttered across Derek's lips made him shiver. "Um…" when he spoke, his lips grazed the girl's, "My wife?"
"I'll take that as a yes."
She ground herself one last time into the man before pressing her lips fully onto Derek's. She closed her eyes, inhaling the scent of Derek; alcohol mixing with his own natural, spicy scent that leaked through his pores. Derek kept his eyes open as he became a little frightened with the unexpected kiss. He kept his mouth from moving as Meredith tried to tease him into participating with moist pecks and soft, seductive moans.
"Sorry," she quickly apologized, keeping the her mouth still over the baffled man, "I can't help but be attracted to you."
Meredith's young, teenage hormones were raging, and not to mention she was high and drunk. She didn't want to waste this ultimate buzz with short conversation and dancing. She dragged her lips down Derek's curvy jaw and nipped at the soft lobe of his ear. The older man let a small moan escape his lips, turning bright red immediately afterward. Meredith let her hand wander down to the front of Derek's pants, finding what she was looking for without having to search long. She roughly pressed down onto Derek's thick erection and rubbed it through his pants.
Derek grabbed the her hand and held it still. "Meredith, I'm married." His breath almost came out into small gusts of shaky air, but he held it steady.
"I know, but please, you're not the only one trying to forget your pain." Her eyes were pleading and serious. The pain was hidden deep within her irises, but it was there, on display for the older man to witness.
"I thought that's why you do drugs; you're high right now, I can tell. What makes you think that getting frisky with a stranger is going to make your problems go away?" His tone was dark, a littler harsher than he had planned on making it. He wasn't necessarily angry at the girl for overstepping her boundary, but he wasn't pleased with being placed in such an awkward situation.
"You're right, it won't." Meredith pried herself out of Derek's grip, turning around to stalk off. She was almost offended at Derek's reaction. What did she expect? She knew Mike was married, yet she continued to throw herself at him.
Before she could walk away, Derek grabbed her by the arm and whirled her around. He doesn't know why he did it, probably unable to handle the mix of alcohol and the sadness in the younger girl's eyes, but he crushed his lips against the girl's. He had no clue what the hell he was doing. All he knew was he couldn't let the girl he just met less than twenty minutes ago get away from him so upset. He couldn't understand why he needed to keep Meredith close. Meredith didn't care either way, she was getting exactly what she wanted.
Derek bit at Meredith's bottom lip, he felt exhilarated, alive. The beat of the music, along with the aid of alcohol, was invading and controlling his system. It was making him want the girl. Meredith parted her lips, hoping Derek would take the hint as her hot, desperate panting fanned over his face. Both their eyes slid closed as the older man kissed the younger girl more forcefully, mingling their tongues together in a sensual dance. It felt strange kissing another girl, but he couldn't deny how arousing the strength behind Meredith's silky tissue as they both battled for dominance. It was completely different from kissing his wife. She was lazy, so to speak.
Derek was taking total control, finding himself succumbing to Meredith's offer to take away the pain, at least for the night. He curled his fingers around the back of the girl's neck, making the younger girl moan ruggedly. He deepened the kiss further, breathing in between each lap of his tongue against Meredith's. They were breathing as one.
"Come home with me." Derek broke the passionate kissing, trailing his lips down Meredith's jaw.
The girl was shocked, her eyes opening wide as she pulled back just far enough to peer into Derek's distant, serious, lustful gaze. "Are you serious?"
He answered with a short, sweet peck on the lips. "Just as long as you let me use the 'I was drunk' excuse." Was he seriously going to do this? Was he really going to cheat on his wife with a girl he just met? A girl with obvious, unresolved issues and baggage? But those lips, he couldn't keep himself from tasting those lips. So divine.
"What about your friend?" Meredith's high was wearing off, but her heart was pounding just as ferociously and her adrenalin pumped through her veins as though she had just taken a hit. Derek was getting her high with his ghostly kisses. Yes, he's exactly what Meredith needs to distract her from her worries.
Derek looked over Meredith's shoulder to see Mark occupied with some chick strung loosely in his lap, their mouths fused together. "I'll be right back." He left Meredith standing in the dance floor as he strode over to his friend, fluffing his pants so that his hard-on went unnoticed underneath the thick fabric. "Mark," he didn't respond, "Mark!" He yelled, grabbing the lawyer's attention.
"'Sup?" He grinned from ear to ear, the woman licking the side of Mark's flushed face.
"Give me your keys, I'm going home."
Mark looked at him, studying him intently and carefully in order to grasp what he was saying. His dark eyebrows arched high into his creasing forehead as the huge breasted woman continued to distract him with little nibbles and touches. He gazed behind Derek, noticing the girl he dared Derek to flirt with sauntering up to him like a predator. "Um sure. Don't get pulled over because I'm not representing you for a DUI and I will tell them you stole my keys."
Derek snickered. "Thanks, bud." He rolled his heavy eyes at his best friend. He was thankful Mark didn't ask questions because he definitely wasn't prepared to explain his motivations.
Mark reach into his pocket, eliciting a slutty grin from the bleach-blond woman fastening against his lap as his hand came into contact with the bare flesh of her legs. That skirt was totally too short for this kind of weather. Mark sure did like his tramps. As Derek snatched the keys from his friend, he took a shot of rum off the table with his other hand and downed it quickly, needing one last jolt to keep him from regretting the moment.
Mark shut his eyes. "I'm pretending I didn't just see you do that before driving home in my car." The chick was now rubbing her pelvis slowly against Mark, causing him to reopen his eyes and smirk. Almost instantly he had forgotten about Derek.
The man turned, almost running into Meredith. "Fuck," he grabbed onto Meredith tipsily, holding onto her to steady himself from the slight impact, "Sorry."
Meredith smiled, looping her arm around Derek's as they walked through the crowd of people and towards the exit of the club. "So, Derek, tell me more about yourself."
"Do I have to?" He asked honestly. "I may be drunk enough to take you home, but definitely not drunk enough to embarrass myself by giving away the little details of my pathetic life."
Meredith fell silent as they reached the parking lot. Her brows were pushed together, a little annoyed with Derek's comment. "I told you about my poor life and that basically I was a crack whore. What could possibly be worse than that?"
Derek stopped for a moment, confusing Meredith. He looked into the younger girl's eyes somberly. "Am I gonna have to, you know, pay you?"
Meredith's eyebrows scaled her forehead, a small gasp escaping her mouth. "I can't believe you just asked me that…" They were both stuck in a tense, uncomfortable silence before Meredith broke out into a fit of laughter. "No, dumbass, you don't have to pay me. I'm doing this for me, not to make drug money. If I hadn't mentioned it previously, there's something about you that… I don't know," she shrugged and held onto Derek's arm tighter, "I somehow feel nostalgic around you."
Derek beamed a smile, blushing tenderly. Meredith felt a little bad for convincing the older man to take her home with him. Even though it was Derek's idea, he obviously wasn't in the right mindset. She was being deceptive and keeping her true age hidden from him. Not to mention her buzz was long gone and Derek was shit-faced. She was taking complete advantage of the older man, but she wanted this to happen. No, she needed this; that feeling. The happiness that oozed out of every pore in Derek's body. She wanted to feel his power, to be dominated by the older man.
Derek led Meredith to Mark's brand new black BMW. Meredith's eyes grew wide and stopped the man before he opened the driver's door. "Whoa now, what the fuck do you think you're doing?" She took the keys from her acquaintance's hand easily, holding them behind her back when Derek reached for them. "You're trashed, there's no way you're driving."
"I'm totally fine." He clearly was not. He had stumbled the entire way to Mark's car with the girl attempting to keep him balanced. "Besides, if Mark finds out someone else drove his baby, he'll kill me. You know he still has to pay for student loans? Instead, he gets yet another loan for this car." Derek was slurring his words, however, in his mind they were coming out crystal clear.
"Sounds like a winner." Meredith joked, her stomach tingling as she watched Derek's lips slush the words out. "I'm driving, so go stumble on over to the passenger side and just tell me where you live. Can you do that?"
His smile was permanent and never faded. It seemed to have an eternal shine in Meredith's eyes. "Yeah, sure."
Meredith unlocked the car and slid in. She couldn't believe she was driving a BMW! Such elegance and class, so pristine and expensive. Shit, it's a stick shift. Meredith drew air into her lungs, staring down at the control. The confused look on her face must have been a little too noticeably.
"Never driven a stick before?"
Meredith grinned as she looked up at the older man. "I've ridden plenty of sticks before. This is my first time driving one, though."
He could see Derek becoming uncomfortable. He pushed down his sudden urge to vomit, knowing Mark wouldn't be too thrilled over it. However, every time he looked into that angelic, soft face, he couldn't suppress the exciting twitch that was left in his groin.
"Just listen to the engine; you'll know when to shift. When you switch gears, let your foot off the gas and hit the clutch." Meredith observed the extra petal on the far left. "Please don't stall out…"
Derek's heart was pounding so hard. How was Meredith so calm about this whole thing? They both knew they were going back to his house to fuck, so why was he still going through with it? He's not doing it to hurt Addison; if he wanted to do that he could have simply picked up a prostitute or another slutty girl in that club. Instead, he was taking Meredith home for no particular reason. It was what Meredith said; Derek felt the same nostalgia around the girl as well. He could swear this girl seemed familiar, like he had seen her around for a brief moment once or twice. It's ironic how the world can trick you into following a specific path to a particular destination.
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Wow! That was a very long chapter. Honestly, it took me an hour or two just to proofread it. I hope you guys enjoyed it :) Please review! I would love to hear from more of you on what you guys think so far!