Day Eighteen: Brand New Name

“...so I run and hide and tell myself, I’ll start again with a brand new name, and eyes that see into infinity...” Capricorn – 30 Seconds to Mars

Pushing through the frenzied crowd at Tocsin, I let the pulse of the music wash over me. Let it heighten my senses and heat my blood.

Moving out to the middle of the dance floor, I close my eyes and give myself up to the music. It pushes against the soles of my boots, curling up and around my legs, caressing my groin and making my cock swell. Like a living, breathing thing it wraps around me, nearly matching the beat of my heart. Curving up and into my mouth, leaving behind just a taste of the lust that’s on the air.

Hands slide along my hips and up my ribcage as a hard cock nudges my ass and a tongue licks slowly up my throat. I can see the shape of the man in front of me, even with my eyes closed, because his body blocks the tangible quality of the music. I curl a hand around the man’s neck, pulling him in close to bite his lip hard enough to split it, lapping up the small burst of blood. His groan vibrates against the palm of my hand. The one behind me grips my hips harder and starts rubbing his cock against my ass.

Opening my eyes to half mast, I look at the man standing in front of me, staring at me through drugged blue eyes. Stroking my hand over his bald head, I smirk and whisper into his ear, “This ride isn’t free. You have to pay for the pleasure of fucking me.” He gulps and nods, his Adam’s apple bobbing against my thumb. “What’s your name?”

“Alex.”

“Alex... I like that.” I nip his earlobe and pull back, twisting around to face the man behind me. The brunette is as tall as me and a few inches taller than Alex. My mouth curls up into a smirk as I drag the brunette closer, giving him the same message I gave Alex. The brunette’s swallow is less perceptible and his agreement comes quicker.

“And your name?” I whisper as I lick his ear softly.

“Matt.” It’s a puff of hot breath against my cheek.

“Well, Matt... you and Alex seem to be after the same thing tonight,” my smile tightens imperceptibly. “I guess it’s lucky for you, I’m willing to let both of you share.”

Matt’s eyes widen a bit but both he and Alex follow willingly as I lead them off the dance floor and into the back room. The music is muffled here, but no less intoxicating.

I find a relatively empty corner and turn around to face them. “A hundred bucks each. You can either fuck my ass or my mouth. But you only get to come once,” I smirk again, this time in amusement. “So choose wisely.”

Alex and Matt look at each other before turning back to me. Alex speaks first, “I want your mouth.” He steps in close to me, fingers tracing my lower lip. “You have such beautiful lips.” I suck his middle finger into my mouth, curling my tongue around it in much the same way I will his cock, before letting it slide back out. Alex whimpers and leans closer.

Matt steps around Alex and pushes me against the wall. “What if I want to come more than once? How much do I have to pay for that?”

I laugh darkly, “I would have to say... well, nothing, Matt. Because, see, that’s not for sale.”

Matt narrows his eyes and grabs my neck, forcing me around, slamming me hard against the wall. “I want your ass.” I laugh again and let my body go pliant as Matt tugs at the buttons on my jeans, roughly yanking them down to my thighs.

Two slick fingers open me up and then he’s in. The long, thick length of him pounding into me unforgivingly. I close my eyes and press my cheek against the rough coolness of the wall, giving my body over to the harsh treatment as my mind wanders outside of the club, outside of the city, up into the stillness of space. The one place I can go and be nothing. Before, it was the class ring, but that stopped working long ago.

A soft touch of fingers on my lips brings me back and I open my eyes. I stare into Alex’s heated gaze and part my lips, licking his thumb. He bites his lip and cups my face, bringing me forward to kiss him. His tongue sweeps into my mouth and I push away from the wall, ignoring Matt’s grunts and his ever increasing thrusts, in favor of Alex’s soft mouth. I grasp his neck and tilt his head, deepening the kiss.

Matt wraps an arm around me, hand grasping my cock and stroking quickly. He pants harshly into my ear, “I want you to come, whore. I want to see you paint the wall with your come. Proof for me to see that you get off on this.”

I break away from Alex and grasp Matt’s wrist hard, pulling it off my cock as I squeeze my ass around him, making him howl. I tilt my head back, “It would be best if you came now, Matt, before I break something.” He yanks his wrist out of my grasp and slams his hand against the wall, plunging into me twice more before stiffening, flooding my ass with heat.

Alex watches us with wide eyes as I pull away from Matt and turn around, uncaring that my jeans are still around my thighs and my cock is bobbing in the air. I grab Matt’s throat and hiss, “No one calls me a whore, you fucking prick.” My fingers dig into his skin as I search his pockets with my other hand. Matt gasps, his hands scrabbling uselessly at my fingers. Coming up with a wallet, I hand it to Alex. “Take out a hundred and give the wallet back.” Alex complies with shaking hands. When he hands the wallet back, I slap it into Matt’s hand and shove him away. “Ride’s over.”

Matt points his finger at me, “You’re a freak, man.” He takes off back out into the club, shouldering past a couple too involved in each other to notice they’re blocking the exit.

I shake my head and shove the money into a pocket, before turning back to Alex. I curl a hand around his neck and pull him in close, kissing him softly. “Mmmm, you’re sweet, Alex,” I whisper against his lips. “I’d blow you for free if I didn’t need the money.”

Alex smiles softly and winds himself around me, tongue flicking out to lick across my mouth. I allow him to kiss me for a couple of minutes before pulling back and lowering myself to my knees. I make quick work of his pants, masking my surprise at the lack of hair. Soon he has backed up against the wall, fucking my mouth so hard and deep that my jaw is stretched wide. I close my eyes and block out the open look on Alex’s face. Cupping his bare ass, my fingers knead it rhythmically, spreading his cheeks to the cool air. His fingers tangle in my hair and he lets out a low whine as he comes, pulsing against my tongue.

He pulls back and I let his cock slip from my mouth, bracing my hands on his thighs. Alex pants and looking down at me with a stunned expression. I stand slowly and draw him into a kiss, regretting the fact that I didn’t realize sooner how innocent he is. Was. Is.

I feel his hand slide the money into my back pocket and step around him, forcing away feelings of regret and residual disgust. Smirking, I tuck myself back in as he watches me. “Well, it’s been real, Alex, but I have bills to pay.” I kiss him hard and leave him there, wishing I hadn’t seen the hurt flash through his eyes at my casual dismissal. I can’t afford to notice things like that.

Walking back out onto the dance floor, I lose myself in the crowd and the music. I put up with the groping hands and the hard cocks of men who only want a taste of me. I whisper into their ears that I’m not a free ride, that they’ll have to pay for the pleasure. Take back only those who are willing. After, I go back out and dance, ignoring the voices inside me screaming that I’m meant for more than this.

And start again.