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wiggle, trying to break free.
    “What the fuck are you doing? Let me go!! I need to fight!” I scream.
    “I’m saving your life, sweetheart, did you get a good look at her? She’ll lay you flat if she connects,” this deep, smooth voice says in my ear. It’s like listening to sex, if sex could talk, he’s got a bedroom voice and I feel myself heat up immediately.
    “But what about Rod?” I ask, suddenly attached to him, or possibly not wanting to lose to Hulk Chick. I’m such a competitive asshole at times.
    “I think he’s gone,” he replies and turns with me still in his arms, and gives me a good look of Hulk and Rod leaving the club. They’re hand in hand and Rod’s got his head down like a shameful little boy.
    “Well that sucks donkey balls, I didn’t even get off,” I say and finally wiggle free. I spin around to confront a six and a half foot wall of tattooed muscle.
    “Well, helloooo there,” I say and smile, feeling quite in touch with the sensual side of life again. I look him up and down, trailing my fingernail along his arm as I do. He’s got tattoos circling up both arms, complete sleeves that continue under his tee shirt. I see a dragon on one side and a Japanese Koi on the other, many of the patterns and images aren’t big enough to register right now, I’ll need to study them later. He’s built, not overly muscled like a gym rat or Rod, but lean and muscular. Just the way I like ‘em. His face is classically handsome, like a Disney prince. You know what I mean, square jaw, one of those little ass cheek chins with the hole in the middle, a perfect set of white teeth and a straight, strong nose. His eyes though, that’s what throws me for a loop. They are a piercing blue-green, a colour I’ve never seen before. He is also sporting a tall mohawk, a real one, not one of those pussy faux-hawks so popular these days. The green spikes rise about eight inches off his head, the rest of him is shaved bald.
    “Hey, we match,” I giggle, indicating my own green hair.
    “Yeah, cool,” he says, and looks over my shoulder. God he’s tall...and stacked. I just need to convince him he needs dirty sex.
    “You look like you need dirty sex,” I say, my voice sounding more and more like a fucking hippy the deeper I fall into his spell. I know it is the X talking, but this guy is perfect, he is everything I ever dreamed about all wrapped up in one cool-assed aloof and mysterious package.
    “Ha, you look like you need a nap,” he replies, then motions to somebody behind me. I turn around and see Eva hanging off the arm of her massive cock guy, Diesel. What a stupid name, I hope he wants us to call him Gage.
    “Fuck, Jade! I thought you were going to get your ass kicked!” she shrieks in my ear as she hugs me close. “You looked like you were fighting underwater, what are you on?”
    “Just a little harmless X,” I whisper back. “I’m going to fuck this mohawk dude here, so you need to split.” At least I thought I was whispering, but apparently X makes me loud as fuck, because mohawk was laughing and had his hands up in mock surrender.
    “Jade, you idiot, I sent him over here. This is Hush, he plays bass with the band,” Eva says in an angry, low tone. “This is the guy I told you about!”
    I gulp. Like, a total cartoon gulp. “Are you for real? Well, this is awkward,” I say, trying my best to look contrite. I am still planning on fucking him, but would have to really think about this instead of pulling a hit and run. It’s hard to have a quickie when it looks like you’ll be seeing more of him thanks to Eva and her newfound love. Maybe her plan to double date won’t be such a bad one after all.
    “Why don’t we all go back to your place?” Diesel suggests, rubbing Eva’s back, “after the last set here.”
    “Sounds good to me!” Eva grins, and reaches down to rub his crotch. I look at Hush and catch him staring at me. He’s definitely down to fuck, I’m sure of it. I