Lust Brought Us Together (18+)

Third person's point of view.

“We're here” Jonathan said as they entered the VIP section.

He led them towards a group of four men who were chattering happily, with two or three ladies sitting intimately next to each of them.

Two of the men had cigarettes between their fingers, and one was pouring himself a glass of whiskey, while the last one was busy kissing one of the ladies with him.

“Yo, look who's here, fellas” Jonathan grabbed their attention.

They faced Jonathan and Ferguson, their smiles widened when they realized Ferguson's arrived, and they stood up to shake hands with him.

“Finally, you've decided to creep out from your cave to have fun with us” one of the men said as he shook hands with Ferguson.

“Cut the crap, Michael” another cut in. “We all know Gus is here for the ladies” he added.

Ferguson smirked and snapped his fingers at the guy who just spoke.

“Miguel knows me too well” he said, and they all laughed at his words.

He shook hands with all of them, before sitting on the chair Jonathan showed him and reached for a bottle of Hennessy.

“Sin?” he asked loudly.

They all gave him a confused look, he faced Jonathan and raised his left eyebrow a bit.

“Your club is sin” he scoffed. “You sure know how to pick names, don't you?”

Everyone laughed loudly as they've understood what he's teasing Jonathan.

Jonathan rolled his eyeballs, before reaching for a packet of cigarettes laying on the table, he pulled out his lighter from his pants pocket and hit the cigarette on the lighter lightly.

“Yeah, as if you're better than I.. Yummy kiss” Jonathan said, saying 'yummy kiss' with a mockery laugh.

Everyone, except Ferguson, laughed uncontrollably at Jonathan's comeback, until Ferguson couldn't take it anymore, then he cleared his throat loudly.

“I'm running a porn film company, and I need a flirtatious name to attract my audience” he defended himself.

“I'm running a clubhouse, and I sell drugs which is pastors strongly preach against; hence I require a name that's closer to the devil to attract my customers” Jonathan defended himself too.

Their friends stopped laughing and began looking between them, waiting for their next comebacks.

Ferguson sipped his Hennessy, then raised his hands in surrender, and nodded his head.

“You win this round” he said, which made everyone laugh.

“Gus always knows when to step back” Michael said. “I love you, man” he punched his chest lightly, and Ferguson did the same thing too, then turned his attention back to Jonathan.

“You said you've got good girls waiting for me” he raised his brows. “Where are they?”

Jonathan puffed out a lot of smoke from his mouth and nostrils, then clapped his hands lightly, and a group of five girls trooped out from a room adjacent to theirs.

“I offer you sin's best!” he introduced proudly, which earned him some hoots to his friends, except Ferguson.

Ferguson looked at the girls for a moment, his eyes were accessing their figures and features, especially their chest and backside, then he scoffed.

“You mean, this is the best your club can offer?” he asked at their chests. “They've got no boobs”

“Come on, man, don't judge a book by its cover” Jonathan replied to him.

Ferguson shook his head, and faced the girls.

“Turn around” he ordered them.

The girls turned around, he studied their asses for a moment, then sighed and shook his head in dissatisfaction.

“You mess up, Nathan, you could have come buy some girls from my production” he sighed again. “These girls are too plain”

“Gus…"

“They should leave” he cut Jonathan short. “I'll just chill with you guys, your sin's best just turned me off”

Jonathan rolled his eyeballs, and signaled the girls to leave.

“So… You mean there's no girl in my club that is up to your standard?”

“None”

“I guess I'll come buy some girls from your production house”

“Better, but my girls aren't for sale” Ferguson looked Jonathan in the eyes. “I don't do slave trade” he smirked at Jonathan's expression. “I won this round” he added as his smirk grew bigger.

“Yeah, but the night is still young, I bet you'll see a girl who's up to standard in my club tonight” Jonathan promised.

“We'll see about that” Ferguson replied.

•••••••••••

Stella's point of view.

>Thirty-five Minutes Later<

It's getting crazier with each passing second, people kept flocking to the dance floor as the DJ continued jamming different songs.

Megan and I haven't left our table once, but we're obviously having a good time, and I'm already starting to feel tipsy -we've both downed three bottles of beer each.

“Are you having a good time, Megan?!” I shouted over the loud music.

“Huh?” Megan asked as she leaned closer to me.

“I said, are you having a good time?!”

“Absolutely!” she replied. “But we aren't gonna order anymore drinks, or I'll have to carry you all the way home” she said sternly, and I pouted my lips, but she looked away.

I have a very low tolerance for alcohol, which was why we're still on our third bottles because Megan's scared I'll get drunk and lose myself.

“Holy shît, this is our song, Ella!” Megan exclaimed as she shakes my shoulder.

I broke into a smile after listening to the first few lines of the song, then sprang up and stood on my chair.

“I love you, Ed Sheeran!” I shouted as Ed Sheeran's 'shape of you' was playing loudly.

I jumped off the chair, and grabbed Megan's hand.

“Come on, let's go shake what our mama gave us, yeah?”

“Yeah!” she agreed.

I pulled Megan up, and we both rushed towards the crowd of people, that's jumping on the dance floor.

“Hype me” I told Megan, and she nodded in agreement.

“Go Ella, go Ella, go Ella, go Ella!” she began cheering.

I gave her a thumbs up before dancing to the beat of the music, nobody noticed me at first, but after a few moments everyone stopped dancing and began cheering me.

“Go Ella, go Ella, go Ella, go Ella, go Ella” they were all cheering, and I got lost in the music.

Everyone was enjoying my dance, until shape of you ended, and another music popped in, then I signaled everyone to jump in and they did.

“You did great back there” Megan whispered in my ear.

“Of course” I agreed proudly. “I'm going to go find some boys” I winked at her.

She nodded. “I'll be here waiting” with that she jumped into the crowd of clubbers.

“Boys, boys… where are all the hotties?” I questioned myself as I walked backwards while nodding to the beat of the music.

“Holy shît!” I heard someone cursed behind me, which means I just bumped into someone.

I quickly turned around, and realized I've stained his white shirt with the glass of wine in his hand when I bumped into him.

Furthermore, I quickly snatched a tissue from a nearby table and began wiping his shirt.

“I'm sorry, I'm deeply sorry” I apologized without raising my head.

“It's nothing” a smooth velvet voice replied.

“I didn't mean to bump into you” I explained further.

“I saw your moves earlier, are you a dancer?” he asked.

I blew a raspberry and shook my head, still not raising my head.

“I'm just trying”

I frowned when I felt his hot breath on my neck, but didn't say anything.

“How about you dance with me as compensation, then?” he asked huskily.

“Sure”

That's when I raised my head, and I'm awestruck.

Oh, my fuçking wet pussy! Is this a Greek god standing before me?

Holy shît!

A few strands of his jet-black hair fell on his face, his pointed nose complimented his well-defined cheekbones, and concrete jaw.

His blue eyes glittered mischievously as they stared intently at mine, and his pinkish red lips pouted slightly in a tempting manner.

My eyes trailed down his body, I could tell he's got strong muscles even though he's wearing a big jacket, he's got this bad boy's vibes and I love bad boys.

My pûssy couldn't help but drip as a filthy thought crossed my mind.

“Your dîck must be so huge." I blurted out before I could stop myself.

He looked down at his manhood, then back to my face, and smirked.

“Thanks?”

“I want to have a taste”

“Huh?”

I grab his right hand.

"Fuçk me!" I ordered him, but in a pleading tone. "I want you to fuçk me, please"

He squinted his eyes for a moment, then his smirk grew bigger and he nodded in amusement.

"How good are you in bed?" he asked.

"I have all the time in the world to tell you how good I am, but my pûssy doesn't have so much time, she's already dripping and she's really can't wait to show you what she's got"

His smirk widened while his eyes stripped me naked, he placed a finger under my chin and raised my head up, making sure he's looking more intently in my eyes.

"Damn, bitçh you're so raw, and I love bitçhes!"

"Is that a yes?" I raised my brows impatiently.

"Fuçk yeah!" he looked around briefly. "Come with me"

Then I followed him sheepishly.