“Yeah, this drink is dangerous.” She drained the last sip from her glass and interrupted my thoughts as she spoke.
“I’m sure you’ll experiment with things that give you a much better buzz when you get to college.” I laughed and lifted my whiskey to my lips.
“I tried marijuana for the first time the other day. Well, I didn’t smoke it. I just had a cookie.” She grinned and raised her eyebrows. “I see why people like it so much.”
“That’s on the lighter side of the kind of buzz I’m talking about.” My laugh slowed to a chuckle as I realized just how naive and inexperienced she really was.
“I guess you have to start somewhere—gateway drugs and all.” The grin seemed locked on her face and I could tell that she was definitely feeling the drink.
“Yep, one day you’re trying marijuana for the first time and the next you’re snorting a line of coke off a strippers ass.” I nodded. “Been there.”
“You’re joking, right?” She raised her eyebrows. “I really can’t tell when you’re kidding and when you’re telling the truth.”
“My brain don’t really have a filter after getting punched in the head so much.” I tapped the side of my skull. “If I say it, it’s usually true—that gets me in trouble sometimes.”
“Okay, that I can believe.” She nodded and and squeezed one eye shut like she was trying to focus. “So, tell me about this thing you do, or did. You really fought people for money, like WWE?”
Damn, she might actually be drunk.
“No, none of that fake shit.” I shook my head back and forth. “What I did wasn’t exactly legal, but people pay money to watch it. They like to gamble on the outcome, so it’s a perfect fit for Sin City. Two guys go into a cage and one walks out. It’s basically just math with blood.”
“Wait…” Her eyes opened wide. “Like, you fought people to the death?”
Oh yeah, she’s drunk.
“No.” I started laughing. “We have referees. If they guy can’t go or he taps out, the match is done. Most guys that fight in the underground aren’t going to stop unless they have to be carried out of the cage. That’s what I meant. I kind of like living—I’m not going to fight someone to the death.”
“You should have told me I could tap out earlier when I was over your knee.” She wrinkled her nose at me.
“I didn’t hurt you.” I shook my head back and forth. “I just gave you something to think about.”
“It did hurt!” Her face twisted to a pout and she rubbed her ass. “Still hurts…”
“There’s a difference between discipline and damage. A good, hard spanking that you probably won’t even feel in the morning is harmless.” I chuckled and finished the whiskey in my glass.
“Speak for yourself…” She continued to rub her ass.
10
Madison
After talking to Ruckus for a little bit, I began to realize that he was nothing short of a caveman born in modern times. His brain didn’t function like a normal person’s mind did. Perhaps it really was a side-effect of getting punched so much, but I felt like he had always been like that. His perspective on the world was just different. I wasn’t sure how any woman could tolerate him, much less love him. I was his for the weekend though, and whatever dark depravity his caveman brain could think up was likely going to happen. I just hoped I could get through the weekend without regretting my decision to sell myself.
“I think it’s time we take this party to the bedroom.” Ruckus put his empty glass on the table and stood up.
This is it. He’s going to take my virginity.
“Okay.” I nodded and started to stand.
I never had a chance to get to my feet. He closed the distance between us and scooped me up like I weighed nothing at all. He was definitely a caveman. I was actually impressed that he carried me in his arms instead of over his shoulder. The intensity in his eyes was back. The craving had been reignited. I felt my heart racing as he carried me to the bedroom area in the suite and dropped me onto the mattress. He grabbed my dress and yanked, not even bothering with the zipper. The fabric tore in his hands just like my panties had and he slung it across the room before grabbing my bra. It was bit thicker than my dress and when he tugged on it, he pulled me to a sitting position. He stripped it off with one flick of his fingers against the clasp on the back and it joined my dress on the floor.
“God damn, these tits are fucking gorgeous.” He grabbed a nipple and twisted it with a grin.
“Not so rough.” I grimaced when I felt his calloused fingers against my tender flesh.
“You’re going to love having it rough before I’m done with you.” He released his grip on my nipple and swatted my breast, causing it to bounce.
He peeled off his shirt and I got my first look at his naked chest. The tattoos that started on his arms continued onto his massive pectoral muscles. He looked like he had never eaten a carb in his life. There wasn’t anything around his abdomen but rock hard muscles and a six-pack that looked like something out of a magazine. His jeans were already unbuttoned and he quickly discarded them to the side, along with his boxer shorts. His cock was already starting to come to life again, with the dried remnants of my failure still present despite my best effort to clean him up. He crawled into the bed and pushed my legs apart.