34. Moe Lester

**Emara Stone**

”Hi, I am Moe... Moe Lester. Friend of Anna."
"Heyyyy. What’s up?" I awkwardly greet him. His puffed red eagle eyes acutely ogles me and smiles a little. "Anna told me to watch you... So I am watching you." He says without blinking.
"Oh! Okay. Is this your party?" I take a deep breath and ignore the alcohol kicks in my veins as I try to make a conversation with him. “No." He says looking at me.
"Oh! Okay. So, whose party is this?" I ask looking around at the drunk asses. "I don't know." He replies.
"Oh! Wait... what?" I ask in doubt, still dumbfounded by the fact we both don't know whose party is this. "I heard about a party on the streets, so I sent the address to all of my friends." Moe smiles innocently as he opens a black box and asks me, "Brownies?"
I look at the dark fudged brownies then look back at his serene bliss face. Did this cuckoo head just self-invited everyone to a random party? *Cool!*
"Oh! Thank you." I chew the fudge and it immediately melts on my tongue like cotton candy. "Wow! This is so good." I lick clean my fingers so I don't waste any of it.
"Want more?" Moe Lester asks as he offers me the box again. This time, being a little greedy I pick two pieces and they both melt on my tongue as well. My limbs feel like feathers as if they weight nothing. This is some another dimension cooking.
"Moe! Bro, I need your help." My eyes instantly open from the trance as I heard a desperate hoarse voice. I stare at a guy who looks like he has been locked into a room for a week with 500-grams Cocaine and he just got out.
“Bro I just robbed a bank and I have 99999999$ with me." He shrieks with sweat. "Why you robbed a bank, Willie?" Moe Lester asks calmly.
"Bro, it was a mission... Help me mahn!"
I choke on my serenity as I realize I am in a party with ear-piercing music and drunk people. I stand up and walk to the nearby bathroom as my bladder feels heavy and full.
As soon as I open the door, I meet an unpleasant site of a guy whose face is leaned down in the toilet and he throws up non-stop. *Ewwww!*
I walk back to the guys who are severely talking about money. "Bro how do I transfer money from Gta 5 to my original bank account?"
"Moe, where can I find a bathroom?" I ask him and he blankly points towards the ceiling. It took me a whole one minute to decode that he meant to point the above floor not the heavens.
*That's what I thought, why would I have to die to pee?*
I am no expert, but I think drunk people are more stupid than kids.
After a good twenty minutes of searching and circling the entire house twice, I finally find the staircase to the above floor.
My knees wobble-wobble as I take every step. I don't feel my legs and I am pretty sure my legs don't feel me either.
I hold the railings, and the railings hold me as I ascend the confusing tricky stairs. There is something evil about this stairway that I can't understand.
By the time I reach the floor, I forget why I even came here.
I look around in mere confusion and uncertainty as I see no one on the floor dancing or humping the wall. The heavy pounding of music softens as I walk deep into the empty corridor of doors and more doors.
Suddenly, I hear a noise. A scream followed by a painful cry. Blood freezes in me as I hear it again coming from behind one of the doors.
"Faster! Yes, yes, YES!"
"Oh god Dante! Ahhh!"
"Fuck me you bad boy. Fuck!"
Sex! They are having sex.
I back off from the door as soon as I realize there is a dick-vagina party going on behind the locked door. Most of the locked doors. Fuck!
Sex filled moans resonate through the floor as I stand there alone with in my singleness. This is horrific for my empty life and full bladder!
"Are you lost, kitty?" My heart thumps wildly as a deep voice rings in my ears. The grave heaviness in it sends chills down my spine and my heart forgets to pump.
I slowly turn around and meet poisonous green eyes that are staring intensely right back at me with a lascivious grin. *Oh boy!*
I control my shriek as I recognise him. He is the stick in Ryan's ass. I thought of the Devil, but far worse than him appeared.
The guy is over six feet tall, his shoulders are broad and muscular like he was raised by the beast. My eyes zoom on his tight shirt that is possessively hugging his biceps and hard chest.
That's some thick meat under that cloth.
My eyes run on his sturdy puffed chest to his veiny neck that is flashily on display in between his shirt's collars. My gaze follows his chiseled jawline to his sinful smirk that would even make a demon nervous.
His smirk was small, like how a Velociraptor would grin after cornering a stupid, fat human.
Then my eyes stride up and collides with bright green crystals that are glaring right back at me with a smug face. Suddenly it hits me, unknowingly I was staring at his body like I do at the KFC chicken.
But this time, the chicken caught me drooling at him.
My heart pounds faster as my body gets tensed, knowing that it is now his turn to stare at my autonomy. The mysterious guy tilts his head to the right and eyes my skin tight dress that barely holds my quivering body. The sweat makes the leather tighter on my skin, squeezing me from all sides.
His eyes don't stay longer at one place as he roughly scans me and I find myself panting hard in response. My heart beats fast like it is close to get an orgasm. Oh, I know what it is...
*It's the Big Dick energy.*
Suddenly, the inside of my stomach twists tensely as I realize we both are bluntly staring at each other among the chaos of thirsty moans.
*'Fuck me. Hard.... harder Dante'*
*'Do me from back.. Oh Jesus'*
We watch each other's eyes and say nothing, only listen to the moist moans.
But he stands there unbothered by any noise as if he is deaf and just programmed to gawk. His sharp gaze making my bladder purr sheepishly, and I suddenly remember I want to pee. *Badly.*
"I-Aye looking for-r room." My tongue slips as I suddenly forget how to speak. He squints his poisonous eyes at me and my filled bladder clenches in return. Fook!
"No! Wash-room. I want to pee. I have lots of pee in me." I don't know what I spoke, but I hope I sounded intelligent.
The guy stares at me with his narrowed fuck-me eyes. I watch him as he takes a deep breath, looks up, and then turns around to leave. I stupefying stand there as I watch him leave with his broad Viking shoulders.
*Does he want to pee too?*
Suddenly he stops and looks back at me, "Come." His hoarse voice echoes through the corridor like a low growl. I swallow hard, the heaviness in his accent gives mini heart beat to my clitoris.
*And I almost come.*