If you happen to stumble upon this work, hello and thanks for the peek! This is my first work that I'm sharing and entirely uncertain how it'll be received. There is no noncon in this story but elements of intoxication are present and may border on dubcon depending on your stance. Mostly, I'm just here to write some goth girl porn. Enjoy!

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Somewhere in the haze of cigarettes and Jagermeister, Saturday night had bled into Sunday. The overly bright glare of Odessa’s phone screen taunted her with the time and she tossed it back onto the sticky table. It was past 1 AM and last call was coming up at 2. Her shrinking window of opportunity prompted her to sit up and she immediately groaned. The booth where she’d crash-landed was in a forgotten corner of Deja Reve but the assault of lights and throbbing bass from the dance floor still disoriented her. The back of her wrist tried to flatten out the drunken wiggles in her vision but all it did was flake away bits from her mascara and scatter them like freckles beneath her eyes. She hissed a brief, “... fuck,” under her breath when she realized it and more curses slipped through her lips as she tried to work her way out of the booth.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” The question briefly stalled Odessa’s attempt at getting up because its origin was the reason she was having so much trouble. Positioned between her and her escape was a pair of long folded legs and broad shoulders that became crossed arms. It was like he was trying to make himself as wide as possible, knowing that she’d have to scale the mountain he’d become if she’d wanted to continue her string of terrible choices. Dark mesh softened the glint of the shifting lights across the silver jewelry in his nipples and his bellybutton, though their changing colors still stood out against the backdrop of his dark tattoos. She couldn’t recall when Vaughn had taken off his jacket. Maybe it had been while they were dancing? Maybe it had been after she’d laid down? She could see it folded on the seat on his other side, creating another barrier to prevent her from stumbling back out toward the bar. He’d done that on purpose, she was sure of it.

“‘Nother drink.” It was a command, not a request, but it failed to move him. She forced herself into the space at Vaughn’s side, tossing her body against him with hopes of dislodging him. She could feel the old black velour of the booth scratching the bare skin at the backs of her thighs as her flailing spread the already wide crisscross of her fishnets. Her thoughts strung together a poorly timed countdown and on three, she hoisted herself up. It was an attempt to make it over his lap, but alcohol affected 6’4” differently than it affected 5’2” and his senses were still sharp enough to catch her. His arms untangled and reeled her in, turning his thighs into her new seat while he pinned her against his belly. Vaughn gave a taunting sway to his right, tipping as if he might let her down where she’d wanted to go before pulling her back upright and keeping her close.

“Oh, absolutely fucking not.” He propped his chin on the top of her head and his curtain of black hair toppled down over his shoulders to erase Odessa’s face from anyone’s view but his. “There’s no way you’re making it back over to the bar like this, and I did not agree to play babysitter for your drunk ass... again. Do you even have enough money to buy another drink tonight?” There was some bite behind his question and her nose wrinkled in agitation.

“Who cares how much money I have? Someone out there has enough. All I have to do is wander in the direction of the bar in these boots and the most pathetic boy here will beg me to step on him if he buys me another round.” She tipped her head back to knock his chin loose and looked up at him, but she shied away from the force of how he watched her. His gaze was present on every inch of her. Even in the shadow that he cast, she could feel his eyes finding each patch of glowing pale skin barely masked by fishnet, hardware, and eyeliner. Instead of facing him head on, she bit her tongue between her teeth and reminded him, “Cute girls never have to pay.”

Odessa could feel the insistent pulse of the music in between their bodies while Vaughn analyzed her plan. “So... it’s the boots then?” Following as though it was a natural continuation of the thought, his left arm hooked down beneath the crooks of Odessa’s knees and pulled her legs up from beneath the edge of the table. She gasped and then cursed as her weight shifted, though Vaughn showed no signs of struggling to support her. Instead of letting her feet dangle, he forced her to plant each of the thick platforms on either side of his knees and then widened the split of her legs by parting his own thighs beneath her. “Your big girl boots? You mean the only reason you can almost look most people in the eye when we go out...? They’re, what? Five inches? Six? And somehow, you’re still stuck staring into my nipples all night.”

His fingertips started at the base of the platform. He could feel the scuffs and the wear on them. Vaughn could have drawn them from memory base off of how many nights Odessa had worn them out. He knew her playbook by now. Tracing over her shin, he counted each cross of the laces before he reached for the two silver buckles that secured the tops. For a moment, his touch seemed to threaten to remove them and she hissed out a breath. She seemed more concerned with the helplessness that came from being barefoot than she was with the helplessness that came from having her legs forcibly spread. A laugh grew inside of Vaughn’s chest and he traced the shape of each buckle. His hands were on her legs, but his eyes had already wandered higher and his veins flooded with a wicked satisfaction as he saw that her fishnet tights were all alone beneath her skirt.

“But we both know it’s not the boots, Dess.” His fingers crossed the border from leather to skin and he plucked at the strands of her fishnets as his touch worked its way up over her knee. Odessa’s jaw clenched and she writhed, struggling to sit up straight again. The combination of booze and bass had her head swimming. Vaughn clapped his palm down on the inside of her exposed thigh as he told her, “If they weren’t begging for you to step on them with those boots, you’d just offer to choke them with your fishnets, wouldn’t you?” He hooked two fingers beneath the stockings where they’d rubbed thin while she’d danced and the thread snapped almost instantly as he pulled them away from her skin. The meat of her thigh dimpled as his fingers dug in and Odessa searched for her voice to protest. What came instead was a muffled gasp brought on by his attention. Her body instinctively pulled away from his demanding touch but all that did was drive her hips back into the growing interest contained beneath his zipper.

“And if the fishnets didn’t work,” he continued, the grip of his right hand pinning her against him while the fingers of his left followed the blushing trail that lead to the split of her cunt, “then they’d line up for a flash of what you’re barely hiding under that little leather skirt... or a lucky one might catch you desperate enough to take a seat on his face... And you can tell yourself that it’s because ‘cute girls never have to pay,’ but we both know that’s not true.”

In time with the beat of the music, the dancefloor lights painted the shape of her body with color and Vaughn could watch the pads of his first two fingers swipe up to graze Odessa’s clit. Despite the heat trapped within the club, she was trembling. That initial tease stole a whimper from her throat but the music swallowed its sound. The crowd was desperately milking their last moments of distraction from the club before last call and no one seemed concerned with how Vaughn’s fingers wet themselves inside the first inch where Odessa’s body opened before they turned their attention back to the peak of her clit.

“It’s because when you’re a little whore, Dess, you only have one way that you can pay... and that’s with your body.”

Pleasure surged up into her belly and down into her legs as he toyed with her, the feeling cutting through the remnants of the seven drinks she’d downed. She didn’t dare turn her head to her right. As she rode Vaughn’s fingers, thoughts of stray eyes watching her consumed her thoughts but the Jager bombs numbed the shame. She’d drowned the voice that would have convinced her to stop in Red Bull. Odessa turned her neck until his chest could hide her face and his skin flooded her lungs with the smell of cloves and smoke. He took his chance and pulled her veil of silver hair away from her ear so that his teeth could find its flesh between the metal that decorated it. What started as nips eventually trailed down her jaw and her neck. Soon, his teeth were gnashing and painting her milky shoulder with possessive marks.

Vaughn knew what the pain would do to her. His bites were bright flashes strobing through the numbness of the booze. He mixed them with the pleasure of his rhythmic strokes, his fingers just slightly pinching Odessa’s clit between them as the DJ set his pace. This was the intoxication she deserved. His hands and mouth were capable of more than an $8 drink could ever manage. The room disappeared around her and Odessa’s fingers intertwined in Vaughn’s belt loops, her grip tying her to him. Her hips lost their cadence as ecstatic spasms robbed her of her control. Her head rocked back and the sound of his name bubbled up in her throat but before she could say anything, he stopped. His fingers lifted away from her clit and she could feel the built up static fading out between her thighs. The shock of being pulled away from the edge forced her eyes wide and the frustrated scream that echoed in her thoughts rushed toward her throat. His hand didn’t give it a chance to escape. Vaughn silenced her with his palm over her mouth and she could feel him laughing beneath her as he waited for her breathing to settle.

“Oh, you’re a greedy girl,” he taunted, his voice stained with his chuckle. She would have kicked him if her knees weren’t shaking. “All you’ve wanted to do all night is take, take, take... Fine. I’ve got plenty for you to take then.” Another laugh came as he worked his hand between their bodies, closing in on his belt and fly, and Odessa’s hips bucked to let him beneath her. Her face was glowing red enough to rival the flood of light moving across the dance floor and his lips drank up the heat of her cheeks as he dusted them with his own greedy kisses. She couldn’t hear the click of his buckle splitting or the whir of his zipper but she could feel the prod of skin and metal nestled between her thighs as his cock came free and bobbed up in search of her body. “If I’m going to be nice enough to let you cum for me, Dess, you can at least thank me by letting me feel it.”

Slowly, he straightened her up from his chest until she was hovering over his length. It stood between them, reaching for her body. His hands wrapped around her waist and they supported her more than her own legs did. The weight of her boots kept her ankles planted on the cushion of the seat beneath them but they both knew that she couldn’t hold the position for long. There was nowhere to go but down. Vaughn was careful to align their bodies between what remained of her fishnets and Odessa watched down the length of her own body as the steel ring that decorated his cockhead disappeared against the eager entrance of her cunt. There were three more barbells still visible though and she could feel her body pulse as their changing colors under the flashing lights hypnotized her. He noticed her distraction and Vaughn snaked his hand around her hips to pinch her clit tight between his fingers. She jolted straight and, with her attention pulled back to the moment, she realized that the frenzy he’d worked her into before had never fully faded.

“That’s much better. Keep going.” The rumble of his voice cut through the deafening pound of the speakers. Odessa braced herself against the table, gripping down on its chipped edge with both hands as she eased her way down the length of Vaughn’s cock. The bite of his rough pinch had already worn away and he replaced the sensation with the resumed strokes of his fingers. Each of the piercings that decorated him marked another milestone as his length carved out space inside her body. Her spasms of pleasure gripped each tight as they disappeared within her, reminding her just how deep he’d made it as her cunt throbbed around the jewelry. 

The final barbell resisted, if only for a second, but Vaughn’s patience was gone. Before Odessa could adjust, his hips bucked up to meet hers and he filled her with his entirety. Odessa’s mouth fell open, prepared for a cry of shock and ecstasy, but this time it was her own hand that clapped over her lips to silence herself. The view of her trembling body nearly collapsed over the table compelled Vaughn to thrust again. Buried to the hilt, he returned his full attention to her clit. His free arm hooked around her waist and he pulled her up from the table, pinning her against his chest so that he could feel her entire body shaking. Short, grinding pulses from his hips tortured her internally but as the tension inside her body wound tighter, she knew it would be his fingers that broke her.

“V-Vaughn, I’m...” 

The whisper was a warning – one he silenced with his lips and his teeth. He drove his tongue down into her mouth while he kissed her and nipped her bottom lip, letting it snap back into place. “You’ve wanted your body to be used like a whore’s all night, Dess. Don’t try words now.”

She couldn’t tell if it was a flash from the strobe lights or the shattering of her willpower that turned her vision white but whichever it was, it erased language from her mind. Those useless words faded and the only thing left was the torrent of pleasure that flooded her as Vaughn forced her to cum around him. She wasn’t sure if she’d screamed or moaned or cried. She wasn’t sure if anyone had seen her or if perhaps the crowd had been watching the entire time. All Odessa knew was exactly what Vaughn had told her – that she was a desperate, greedy whore just dying to use her body.

But if it meant getting to ride out an orgasm as he bit into her shoulders and scratched into her thighs and growled out praise for how good her cunt felt around him as he emptied inside of her, Odessa thought to herself that just maybe she wasn’t too mad at being a desperate, greedy whore.

Maybe.

She could still feel the final twitches of Vaughn cumming inside her when she fully collapsed down onto the table. He savored the snug fit of her body for longer than he likely should have before he cast his eyes back out onto the dance floor. The crowd was thinning as 2 AM approached, but no one had seen them. Everyone was too absorbed in their own conquests to pay any attention to his. Carefully, he eased Odessa’s hips up until his cock fell free from her body. He couldn’t help but laugh again as she whimpered in protest when he vacated her. It seemed a far cry from the little performance she put on but he knew that the show was part of her thrill.

“You’re missing last call, Dess,” he warned her, working his belt back into place before the lights came back up. It took her a moment but she took the hint and adjusted her skirt back into place even though here was no hiding the place in her fishnets where he’d widened his access. She knew that she couldn’t get up unless she wanted to be caught waddling out of the club with a drip trailing down her thighs.

“Fuck you,” she grumbled, smoothing her palm over the marks he’d left on her shoulder as if it might soften their color. Her vision was still blurred so groped the table’s surface until she found her phone. The screen nearly blinded her and she frowned at the time. “Next time, I’m cramming my fishnets down your throat to shut you up.”

Vaughn pulled himself out of the booth and he forced Odessa up beside him. She started to protest but her wobble gave him the leverage he needed to tuck her against his side. Carefully, he blanketed his jacket over her shoulders and let it swallow up her body. It fell almost to the level of her knees, well passed the hem of her skirt. Dipping down, he signed the gesture with a kiss on the top of her head. It only seemed to dramatize her pout until his lips were against her ear again.

“Cramming down throats, huh...? You’re giving me ideas, princess.”

And the laugh that followed told Odessa all that she needed to know – her night wasn’t ending with last call.