15. S*xual Tension.

[Luke]
Just like I predicted, I didn't c*m, she left after a while, probably embarrassed that her great skills didn't work on me and I was left alone to finish the job by myself.
I had first known about that inability my second year in college, the first year the King had been so on me with guards and all that, but the second year, I managed to cut a deal with them, so they left me pretty much alone and reported nice details to the King.
I joined the college trend at that time Andi found myself attending various parties, taking different girls home, and also getting a secret tattoo.
At first, I thought the girls were inexperienced but then whenever I touched myself, I had no problem c*mming. I went to the hospital and I was assigned a s*x therapist, so my problem was mentally.
I worked with the therapist until I got frustrated and stopped attending therapy, around that time, I met Crystal, I thought she would be another easy f*ck.
But she rocked my world so much that night I came, then I decided to keep her around, not for love but for pleasure and even though she told the entire campus that she was my girlfriend, I didn't mind.
H*ll looking back now I think that move of hers should have been a red flag to me but I didn't quite get it then.
I thought it was a girl thing and since I was not f*cking any other because they couldn't bring me to c*m, I made sure to satisfy her every wish.
She kept bugging me to talk about my family until one day I revealed to her that I was the prince of Denmark, she was in her last year of college, and apparently the story would have gotten her a great job offer.
So she decided to sell me out.
I found out before she did though and we negotiated, I paid her off and I never saw her again but I still resented her for betraying me.
I guess that was why I was worried about getting with Claire, at first when she first rejected my offer, I thought she was different but when she asked for the prince's picture, she proved that she was no different and I was thankful that I'd gotten to know before s*x was involved.
Though it was still a mystery to me why I still wanted to have her and why I felt so much rage when I saw her with another man, why I felt so possessive about her.
I took deep breaths as I began to stroke my d*ck from base to tip, I closed my eyes and pictured Claire naked, I pictured her small hands wrapped around my big d*ck and her pink tongue sticking out of her mouth, in between her luscious lips.
I began to stroke faster and I began to groan as I pictured her riding me, her red hair flowing wildly around her, her full breasts rising and falling, her full a** slapping on my thighs as she came down faster on me.
"F*ck." I cussed as I came all over my hands.
Fortunately, the bartender had left some wipes, I picked them up and cleaned myself up then I trashed the used wipes.
I went to the bathroom and washed my hands before I came back out, I still needed to get wasted.
I headed for the bar again as I came out of the bathroom, I froze just before I got there, I had to be dreaming or imagining things.
Surely the object of my fantasies couldn't be here at this nightclub getting wasted.
Surely she was, it was Claire.
Had she followed me?
"Claire," I called out but it was too loud for her to hear me.
She looked really drunk and she was laughing at something the bartender was saying, it was a man now, the female bartender probably was not yet ready to show her face again or her shift had ended.
"Claire." I got closer to her and touched her shoulder lightly.
"Jean, oh Jean, you're here, what are you doing here?" She looked so flustered, her cheeks were red.
"How much has she had to drink?" I asked the bartender.
"Six, maybe five." She giggled and showed me eight fingers.
"Three shots." The bartender replied. "She said she wanted to get wasted, I didn't know that she was such a cheap shot."
"Shut the f*ck up," I said to him and he raised his hands in surrender. "I'm taking you home," I said to Claire and tried to get her up.
"No, Jean, no, I want more drinks, I want to dance." She whined.
"No, no more drinks for you, you're going home," I said sternly.
She was acting like it was the first time she had drunk alcohol before, I did not know how much longer I had before she began vomiting all over the place, I just hoped I would have managed to take her home before that.
"Fine, no drinks." She acted so submissively. "But can we dance, please? I want to dance." She pleaded and pouted her pink lips.
Even though I had just finished taking care of my head, I could still feel it twitching, Claire was close.
Her blouse was slightly open and I could see her black bra molding her curves. I wondered how I would get through dancing and not pull her into my arms.
"Fine." I gritted out and led her to the dance floor. "Dance," I whispered behind her feeling excited at the prospect of watching her shake a**.
She bent down in front of me and began to twerk, she was laughing so hard, she twerked and then began to grind on me.
I could hardly keep my hands still.
"Do you like my little dance, daddy?" She turned to face me and whispered in my ear.
Daddy?
That statement got me, u turned her back and held her hips and we started grinding on the dance floor.
I turned her to face me and just as I was about to kiss her, she vomited all over me.
"Sh*t"
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[Claire]
Happiness in a small glass is what I began to call the yellowish alcohol after two shots. The rest of what happened was a blur but I thought I heard my name.
The bartender was keeping me company and he was just so funny because I couldn't stop laughing, I heard my name again and this time it was louder.
A hand touched my shoulder lightly and I turned around to see Jean in front of me.
No way!
You get why I named the drink happiness in a glass now, right?
Yes, way!
Actually, there was no way Jean was here right now but the alcohol had made me start to hallucinate in addition to losing my vision.
I smiled at him and pulled him closer to me, there was no way this would happen in real life, he was still mad at me, so I thought to just enjoy my dream or vision, I did not know what to call it.
He asked how much I'd had to drink and I showed him my fingers. I thought I had had six or five drinks, I'd lost count a while ago, he seemed upset by my answer and wanted to take me home.
"No, no more drinks for you, you're going home." He said sternly and I pouted, I wanted more drinks, I didn't want the illusion to end yet.
"Fine, no drinks." I agreed, I didn't want to fight with him, I wanted to make him smile, I wanted to please him.
I looked towards the dancefloor and saw a lot of people twerking and grinding on their partners, then an idea popped into my head. "But can we dance, please? I want to dance." I pleaded, I hoped he wouldn't refuse because I knew I could make him happy if I just twerked and ground on him, I had a big enough a** for that and it was bouncy.
He looked at me weirdly and for a second I thought he was going to disagree, but then it was my imagination, shouldn't he do everything I wanted.
"Fine." He said at last and I smiled at him. We held hands as we walked from the bar to the dance floor. I don't think I walked though, it felt like I was floating.
"Dance." He was behind me and he whispered into my ear, I shivered a bit and felt the delicious rise of heat in my body behind.
I felt very bold because of the alcohol and without wasting more time, I bent down in front of him and began to twerk. I was laughing so hard because I didn't realize I could twerk so well before now and then I began to grind on him.
I loved the feel of him, rubbing against him, I wished he would touch me, but he didn't.
"Do you like my little dance, daddy?" I turned to him and asked, making sure to say daddy as seductively as I could handle in my drunken state.
He must've liked that because he groaned and then grabbed me, his once still hands could not stop touching and squeezing.
I started to feel queasy from too much dancing and spinning, I was about to say something when he spun me around to face him.
The last thing I saw was disgust clearly written on his face before I passed out.