chapter 2

It was almost midnight at East bay. There was not a single soul in sight except for the crickets bargaining at a high pitch.

A glowing figure emerged from the darkness, easily identified by anyone who knew her, as Nicky. 

"At least leaving those God forsaken motherfuckers is better than playing humble.” She heaved a sigh of relief. She had the habit of rubbing her neck constantly. It was an act that brought to one's notice the new heart tattoo she had got on her twenty third birthday.

She kept walking, creating a pattern to the ears on every step with her boots, wearing a victorious smile.

She had left home after a rough argument with her parents who wouldn’t let her be. Nicky felt finally free, she had always wanted things to go her way. 

She kept walking, possessing a step which made her backside wobble, as she was well endowed and always a subject among men whenever she passed by. 

As she walked along the path, she got drawn to the music coming from a near-by club. 

“That’s more like it.” She started off towards the location. The building was painted with no color exactly, one would think of Transylvania at first sight. The occupants stood alongside, mostly grouped in male and female.

Nicky walked in the building and it was wild. For the first time in a gathering, she felt gentle. It was more than a club as she had elementarily presumed. It was a den of drug barons and prostitutes. 

She looked around, trying to get familiar with the place. She caught the sight of scenes that made her cringe. Naked women were sexually molested, it was obvious they were novices. She felt insecure and decided it was best if she left.

“Hey sexy.” A muscular arm wrapped around her from behind. She freaked out and turned to meet the gaze of a guy standing behind her.

“Hey?” She called, hoping she hid her fear.

“Can I buy you a drink?” Ken offered the gorgeous woman, pulling her along without her consent. 

“Okay.” She gulped, deciding that she had nothing to lose after all.

They walked to the counter, Ken ordered some glasses of wine. The bartender did some spectacular joggling with the drinks that fascinated Nicky.

She smiled in amazement, “you’re really good at your job."

“So…” Ken spoke first, revealing a golden tooth amidst some set of tooth rooted in a black base. “I'm ken by the way, you seem new here, tell me you’re…” 

Nicky seemed lost, admiring his appearance. He was a tall man with a built physique that induced him to appear like he worked out often.

Is he all covered in this? She thought.

She kept scanning his appearance. “Oh Shit!” She cussed, realizing she was yet to provide him a response. She murmured, “I'm okay.” She said, lifting a glass to her face.

“Gosh this is real stuff.” she announced aloud after taking a sip from it, giving a glace aimed at apologizing. 

“Sure they serve real stuffs here in the den.” He added amid smiles. He gracefully sipped a drink and looked back at Nicky amazed by the fact that she finished her drink already.

“Wow slow down!” Ken alarmed, giving a surprising look.

“What? It's good stuff. I haven’t had that in a long time, those god forsaken bitches won’t let me be.” She defended gaining interest.

Nicky spoke a great deal about herself as Ken kept on ordering drinks each time she finished. “You’re really a tough bitch.” He laughed, “Don’t worry, you’re with me now.” He concluded. 

Nicky was dead drunk, she kept muttering things as she bowed her head.

Ken glanced at her, taking notice of the visible part of her boobs. She wore a black miniskirt and a crop top. A designer jacket to cover up. He drew near trying to take advantage of the scene, holding her close enough to donate a kiss. 

“No!” She interrupted. “We aren’t married and we don’t even know each other, we just…” She bowed her head again, murmuring the rest.

“Okay! I think we’ve got to go now,” he regained balance. He lifted her right arm over his shoulder, held his left arm firmly around her waist, feeling her butt cheeks in the process. He nursed the sexual urge in him.

The two staggered all the way towards a black sport car parked in a safe distance, Nicky kept smiling and murmuring as they went on. 

“We are here." He said, letting go of her right arm, still holding firm to her waist. 

"Come on, open up! God damn it!" Ken sneered at the car knob as he tried forcing it open, suffering his unstable movements.

Nicky gave out a sinister laughter so loud she lost balance and fell flat on the ground smiling at his drama.

“Shut the fuck up bitch!” Ken ordered, clearing the back seat, leaving a space for Nicky to lay. He picked up a bottle of left over beer on the front seat, sipped a bit whilst looking at the feminine figure of Nicky laying on the floor.  

“Come on.” He helped her up, towards the car seat. 

Nicky lay flat on chest on the back seat both her legs still out on the floor revealing her butt cheeks. "Damn!" He said whilst he bit on his lower lip.

Ken couldn't get his eyes off her. He reached for his bottle again and drank from it still scanning her revealed shape. The sip seem to spark a go ahead in him as he felt an erection.

Slowly he walked to her like a man possessed with an uncontrollable urge. Bending, he let his hands run through the butt cheeks, his face going with him.

He wore on a sinister look as he kissed each cheek respectively, causing her to move a bit. He ran is fingers around her waist. “Gosh I’m going to ride you real hard.” He said the words, bathed with lawless lust.

"Uh-huh!" Nicky moaned as ken kept thrusting from behind. Her eyes disappointing her vision. She felt this but couldn't do a thing as time went on she longed for her arm but it seemed gone, Ken held her both hands backwards to support his mounting. 

"Yeah!" Ken exhaled out loud. As he began to sweat profusely increasing his pace, he left her hands and rested his on her back pressing her down into the couch, she assumed a position lifting her backside to Ken's comfort. 

"Uh-oh-uh!" Nicky kept on stammering. Trying to say a word which never seem to be spoken. As he was thrusting deep into her the car nodding alongside.

"Yeah" Ken exhaled, "yeah!" He added even louder. Desire arouse as he approached climax, with his mouth open eyes closed.

 "Ooh!" Ken screamed in a weak tone, bearing a look of one who just had ice poured on a fire incurred injury. 

"Stop me now bitch!" Ken gave one last thrust which set the car shaking continuously.

 He pulled out a gang bandana cleaned himself, dressed Nicky and carried her in, ventured towards his seat walking triumphantly he sat there shutting the door after him. 

He started his vehicle “you sure are a sweet girl" he said stealing one more look at Nicky who laid there with a face boring a lost world. He drove out the street

Ken once again reached for his bottle of beer. Drank its content, sent it crashing staring up sleepy dogs voices, his eyes became blur. He was drunk.

"Oh man fuck off!" He held the brake, shouting at no one in particular. He continued along this bushy country path leading to Maribel’s street where he lived. 

"Damn who built this road" he cursed waving his hands around as he drove along. 

He kept on driving at great speed, towards a narrow road at least it was what it looked like to him until it transformed in to a massive tree. 

"Oh shit!" He turned the car to another direction trying as much as possible to dodge the tree.

Sending the car on a Tipple front flip, and a steady as they rolled down towards the forest.