2 Fuck off, you idiot!

Jenna's POV

Two hours passed since the girls started drinking and I watched as their inhibitions disappeared slowly leaving behind four insatiable sex driven women. I was contemplating whether or not to pour a shot of tequila when Clarisa came from behind with a makeup kit throwing it on the table in front of me.

"Sit down!" she said pointing to a chair next to me.

"Why?" I asked praying she won't do a make-up tutorial on me.

"To fix your face" and saying that she started laughing and prepared the brushes along with a colour pallet that caught my eye. It contained shades of blue and red that matched my dress but I was reluctant at the work I will have to put in later on to get rid of it.

"What's wrong with my face?" I mumbled passing my hands through my hair in desperation. I was aware she was drunk so I gave up at the idea of refusing her only to end up being chased around the house by a mad tipsy woman.

"Fine, but make it something simple, don't put too much of that shit on my face." and saying that, I pointed my finger to the kit on the table beside me. I sat on the chair and watched her taking one of the brushes, doing her "magic" for about 15 minutes after which she said pleased with the result:

"I'm done. Now you look like a girl who wants to party!". I raised quickly, positive the result was not the expected one and I rushed to the nearest mirror. My eyes resembled those of a clownish psychopathic prostitute with a long cat tail composed out of both eyeliner and blue eye shadow which was complemented by a strong red on the other half of the eyelid. Despite the bold chromatic of the eyes, my face was actually well done so I decided to remove the eye shadow and keep the rest as it was. Since I was in the bathroom, I began searching the cabinets for some cotton pads when I heard Sasha shouting:

"They will be here in 5 minutes. Let's get dressed!". I heard the girls drinking one last shot of tequila so I abandoned the search for the pads and went to the living room to join them." Them? How many guys will be tonight?" I asked myself frustrated that I had no choice but to remain with my clownish eyes. I watched each one of them taking their jackets and exiting the door, meanwhile my eyes stopped on the bottle of tequila sitting right in front of me and the urge to feel something strong enough to numb the pain I felt the last few days invaded my body. I grabbed the bottle and poured three shots one after another when I heard Tania's voice:

"Jen, let's go!" I took the bottle and purse with one hand while in the other I had the key to the apartment. After I was assured the door was locked, I followed Tania to the elevator. Right after we all went inside and Clarisa pressed the button to the ground floor, I see Christine grabbing the bottle from my hand:

"Let me help you with that!" she said smiling followed by a sip after which she passed it to Tania. The bottle was handed over to all of us before the elevator got to the ground floor. I was already a little tipsy when we stepped outside of the building so I decided the three shoots were enough for me when Tania took Sasha's arm and mine pulling us closer to her.

"Girls, have fun tonight and don't forget to have a condom, just in case you'll be one of the lucky ones." and saying that she threw me a witty gaze implying I might need it. I made a grimace at the image of some old fat men rubbing their hands on my body in a failed attempt to seduce me as I am watching helpless how they corner me: from the left, a hoard of drunk bitches and from the right a micro pack of middle-aged baboons.

"You can take them both if you want" I said removing her arm from mine and moving frenetically to get warmer as I could feel a cold breeze invading my entire body, resulting in goose bumps on my arms and legs "...make a ménage à trois situation, see which one is better in bed." I added sarcastically bringing the arms to my chest and trying to take my mind of the cold feeling I was experiencing, literally and somehow figuratively. Looking to my right, I saw two car lights coming closer from my left so I turned around to avoid being blinded by them. Instead, I was shocked to see the lights belonged to a black limo that parked in front of us so I turned my head to see the door opening and two men in their 30's looking at us, each with a completely different expression. My friends rushed in but I hesitated as I saw one of them watching me in a curious manner as if I was a circus attraction behind the scenes. Sasha looked at me and made a sign to come inside. As I was walking to the car, my legs were shaking from the chilly air and for a brief moment I felt my right foot ankle becoming soft which caused my entire body to lose balance and the inevitable fall produced. My ass cheeks took most of the damage as I supported my upper torso with my elbows to avoid a head bump, instead I felt a sharp low back pain which I knew it was only temporary but that didn't change the fact it took me a good number of seconds to get my act together. I got up from the sidewalk and reached to get my purse, bothered by the attention of the people waiting so I faked a smile pretending to be easily amused by what happened moments before. I finally got in and saw the man who was watching me before measuring me now but this time his gaze was much more intense going up from my legs all the way to my face until our eyes met and I could not help but notice his alluring appearance. He was bald-headed with dark green eyes and full lips which he unconsciously licked once his eyes dropped on my legs, casually dressed with simple but tasteful clothes as it enlightened the beautiful features of his body from the trained arms and wide chest to the pronounced muscles of his lower leg and that made me wonder what more could be hidden underneath. I was expecting for him to move loose interest in analysing me, but his glare became a stare and I was annoyed by his sudden interest in me. Out of nowhere, I see him stretching his hand to introduce himself:

"Hello beautiful, I'm Harry!". I had a brain fart in that moment as for a couple of seconds I did not know how to react, then finally I tried to grab his hand when the next second, I find myself sitting on his lap as he forcefully pulled me to him. With a grin on his face, he said softly "...and tonight, we're going to have fun together." I quickly pulled my hand and slapped his face as hard as I could because I wished him to remember me for the rest of his life as the woman who slapped him shitless. His expression was exactly the one I expected as he suddenly became serious and his jaw was clenched, his eyes were those of a predator that was ready to devour his prey but I didn't stop there, instead I expressed my frustration verbally as well:

"Fuck off you idiot!" and saying that, I punched him in the right shoulder and went back to my seat still facing him but avoiding his eyes in sign of protest for his rude attitude. The other man broke the ice moments after the incident with the same thought, but I didn't fall for the same trick twice.

"Hi, I'm Mark" he reached to me with his hand in the same way as his friend but I didn't bother returning the gesture.

"I'm Jenna, and no, thank you!" I said looking at his hand, hoping he will understand my restraint.

"Jenna, be nice!" I heard Sasha shouting in my ear as she was right beside me. She slapped me slightly on my right arm in sign of protest so I tried to calm myself for the simple fact I didn't want to ruin the mood for tonight. Clarisa sat on Henry's lap and wrapped her arms around his neck whispering something in his ear. They both started laughing and his gaze moved again on me, this time as a sign of defiance, so I tried to distract myself from the situation by browsing on my phone. The rest of the trip was full of laughs and good time for my friends as they were going back and forth flirting with the men and flaunting their ass in their faces during the entire journey to the club.

I was relieved when we finally arrived at the destination as we were standing in front of what I presumed to be a high-end club where people waited outside lined up all the way to the corner of the building. I was prepared to go at the end of the line when I heard Mark coming from behind me.

"Where are you going?" he asked with a smile on his face while grabbing my arm.

"To wait...why?" I popped the stupid question clueless of his intentions. He gently pulled me to him and took my arm as I watched the other girls laughing and rubbing against Henry. Mark was different from Henry, he was tall with wavy dark blonde hair and blue eyes that complemented his round baby face, thin lips which spread into a wicked smile and the body of a professional athlete considering the defined shape of his biceps visible underneath his coat. Mark and I got to a door on the right side of the building near the main entrance followed by Henry and the girls which was actually a shortcut directly to the VIP area with stairs on the right side going to the first floor. After we got to a table surrounded in a U shape by a big leather sofa, Henry and Mark waited for us to go in first.

"I'll sit at the edge, you go ahead..." I said to Mark forcing a smile. When I sat down, I realized Henry was facing me again and his glare stopped on my cleavage which made me look down to my breasts. I felt warmth in my cheeks as I noticed my V neckline revealed half of my bust brought together by a B cup bra, a special feast for this bastard's eyes. I leaned back and forced my eyes to look away from Henry as he was entertained by my reaction, smirking satisfied by the view he just saw, when I see Clarisa's hand touching mine in an attempt to catch my attention.

"Jen, relax! You look tense. Let's go dance." she said passing on the other side of the table, rubbing Henry's head in a sign of so-called affection like that of a little dog seconds after giving him a full view of her ass. I followed her to the dance floor jiggling my ass and waving my arms from left to right, mostly with the intention to make a little space around me as the club was very crowded.

"Jen, let's go to the bar and drink some shots." she yelled turning to face me. I nodded and tried to keep up with Clarisa but it was in vain as people were dancing frenetically and my body was pushed around from every corner. I tip toed hopelessly to get a better view of the club when I felt a hand on my waist and someone roughly pulling me from behind.

"Dance with me!" I heard a man's voice whispering into my ear, inhaling deeply the smell of my perfume which startled me so I tried to turn around but I was immobilised by his hand pinning my body to his in a tight grip.

"No, thank you! Find someone else and let me go!" I demanded trying to remove his arm from around my waist but that only made things worse as I felt his other hand caressing my left thigh without losing the grip to my waist.

"Let me go you idiot!" I shouted in desperation kicking his hand with my fists in a desperate attempt to free myself from that beast's grasp.

"Not so fast!". His tone was bossy and I felt shivers down my spine when I was finally allowed to turn around only to see Henry glaring at me with defiance in his eyes and a stone-cold expression.

"I need to teach you some manners, you fucking prude." and saying that, he grabbed my waist again, this time facing him and laid his hand on my left but cheek watching me attentively while I struggled to remove myself from his grasp forcing my hands into his chest as hard as I could to create at least a small gap between our bodies.

"Do you think I'm your fucking doormat or one of your lackeys trying to get into your pants?" he asked moving his lips dangerously close to my face as I could feel his breath on my cheek slowly going down to my neck. I felt an explosion of rage invading my mind as I struggled to get out of his grip when I finally realised that sometimes the best way to communicate with an asshole is to stick to his level, hence I calmed my nerves and smiled at him seductively, waiving my eyelashes like a prima donna, hoping he bought my bullshit.

"No, not at all, actually I admire you for your persistence!" I shouted and felt his grip disappearing from my waist but a grin appeared instead on his smugly face and I knew he was pleased with his victory. I took a step forward to return back at the table when his hand blocked my path.

"Where do you think you're going?" he asked with a mocking smile and I sighed in frustration. Then a thought crossed through my mind: "What if I could get this fool to take me back to his house? Maybe get him drunk a little bit? Find out where he keeps his money, then rob him blind and run as far away as I can." I smiled innocently asking:

"What do you have in mind?"

"Thant's my girl!" Harry said, chuckling. "Do you have all your stuff?"

"Yes, let's go!" I replied and he took my hand pulling me through the crowd, clenching his palm tightly to my wrist and leading me to the same door we went in. We got out on the alley outside the club and this time, he released my hand and made a sign with his arm to follow him. At the corner of the street I noticed the black limo parked with the driver waiting inside. We both got into the limo and, as soon as the driver got on the road, he grabbed my waist and pulled me to his lap like I was a child and he was my daddy, caressing my right thigh with one hand while the other surrounded my waist in a firm grip.

"My place or yours?" he asked in a monotonous tone and for a second, I doubted his intentions.

"Yours..." I answered, playfully stroking his nose while giving him my most innocent smile.