Bella could feel herself being watched. Her heart pounded, every nerve ending in her body raised the alarm of panic. She tried to calm down, but soon the lights of the club began to make her dizzy, the music pounding against her head painfully. She cringed and made a mad dash for the bathroom. Here, she slammed the door quickly and slid down with her back against it. Taking deep breaths, so urged herself to calm down. It had been months since she was able to go out with her friends without the panic attacks and constant hysteria. That damn man, nearly a year ago already; stalking her, threatening her. She had never been more afraid in her life, and she couldn't seem to forget it. Apparently she had taken it one step too far, she wasn't ready to be somewhere as crazy as this. Feeling cowardly, she raised herself up off of the floor and saw herself in the mirror. Her dark black hair was disheveled, she had broken out into a sweat, and her cheeks were flushed pink. Quickly wiping her face and touching up her make up, she told herself she would be fine. She'd just find Kelly, and they'd have to leave. Simple as that.
Kelly wasn't having it. Bella found her tiny frame dancing wildly against a young stud, his shirt pulled up to his neck, she was pressing her back end against him and rolling her tiny ass against his groin. "Kelly!" Bella shouted over the loud music as her friend continued to ignore her and gave her a dirty look. "C'mon, Bell!" Kelly replied, and rolled her eyes to the handsome man, her face saying "Please, don't ruin this for me!" Bella ran her eyes across her friends lithe body, small and petite, she was every mans dream. Blond hair, blue eyes, and plump red lips stared at her in bemused frustration. Bella quickly shifted her gaze to the guy, and she instantly found herself envisioning them together, making love. Kelly was right, she couldn't ruin it for her. "Well, i'll see myself out then." Bella smiled sadly, apologizing without words. "You'll be okay Bell!" she heard her best friend shout across the floor. She quickly turned away, feeling nearly naked as people watched her go. Her breasts, young and full, pressed against the thin fabric of her silk top, and she felt her nipples harden against her will as the eyes followed her across the dance floor. She whirled around, again feeling as if somebody was watching her. The people around her were all laughing, drinking, having a great time. She was a pretty girl, of course people would look at her. But who was staring at her? She could feel it.
Once she got to the door, Bella burst through it. She was short of breath, but as soon as she got out of the crowd she felt immensely better. She could see her breath in the air as she reached down to grab the keys out of her purse. The sweat beading down the valley between her breasts began to chill her, and she felt herself shiver violently. She kept walking, her high heels making a loud clicking noise against the pavement. It was extremely dark, the few lights in the vast parking lot creating large shadows where anything could lurk. She felt the tiny hairs on her arm begin stiffen in fear when she heard the sounds of the crowd in the club grow louder as the door was opened again. She didn't turn around. Footsteps, two pairs of them. She cringed, telling herself it was nothing. It was nearly two A.M., the place would be clearing out soon. She hit the lock button on her keychain, knowing her car was already locked. Sure enough, the car beeped once and flashed its lights at her. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw it was only about 10 feet away. Hearing a gruff grunt of laughter a few feet behind her, she stopped dead in her tracks. She felt things begin to swim before her eyes, she knew she was too drunk to be driving, what was she thinking?? If she could just get to the car, she could call a cab in safety. She cried out as cold fingers grabbed her wrist, and she frantically tried to pull away. "HEY!" A mans voice shouted, and she felt herself falling. She really was falling, everything was turning black. "HEY!" The voice said again, but it sounded far away.
With a groan, Bella passed out, but she was caught into the embrace of strong arms, just before her head struck the pavement.
"She simply drank too much, so i just brought her here!" Damien shouted to his room mate.
"She's going to wake up and freak out." The other man shouted, angry at his friends stupidity.
"What else was i supposed to do!?" Damien argued.
Kyle, his roomie, sighed in exasperation. "You just want to admire her while she's none the wiser!" He teased.
Damien felt himself blush. "She is something else." He said quietly, not the least embarrassed. "But, she doesn't know i exist."
Kyle laughed gruffly "Well, i don't know how to break this to you, buddy. But.. she's going to know you exist, and she's going to hate you... when she wakes up on your couch!" He laughed to himself as he left the room, and Damien felt like throwing his half empty beer bottle at the door as it closed.
"Bastard." He said under his breath, turning to face the woman laying at a weird angle on their musty old couch.
He smiled to himself, reaching over to move her arm so it wasn't twisted beside her face. She flinched, and her eyes began to open. He dropped her hand quickly and pulled back. She moved her leg slightly, shifting her weight. He was hit instantly with a pang of arousal. Her long dark hair had nearly come completely undone and lay twirling around her shoulders. Her legs were crossed seductively, and her breasts were nearly bursting out of the top of her blouse. He wished she would move some more so they were not straining against the flimsy garment. He sighed, reaching over to pull a light blanket from the other chair. He gently tucked it around her, being careful not to wake her, and extra careful not to even slightly brush her skin. He knew he'd catch fire if he did. It was such a shame, he missed being able to see her at work everyday. She had loved her work, even if it was just Bartending. It was too bad, she was one of the hottest bartenders he had ever seen. He had never asked her out, but on many occasions he had made it known he was interested. She just never seemed to care. He was just the loser who mopped the floors and changed the lightbulbs, she probably didn't even know his name.
He sighed deeply, made sure she was completely covered, and settled down in the chair to finish his beer.
To be continued