One thing that annoyed the fuck out of me about London was how many leeches attended club openings. It was why I usually stayed away from places until the buzz about them went down, but Peter had promised us a VIP table and I couldn’t pass that up. I followed Rusty, seeing as how I had no fucking clue what this guy looked like. She stopped in front of a tall man with a blonde buzz cut. He wore a black button-down with a silver slim tie. His pants were tight around his legs and his feet seemed small for a man his size. Small feet on a man really bothered me, but I decided to overlook it seeing as how his cheekbones were gorgeous.

“Rusty!” He kissed my best friend on the cheek before turning to me. “And, Toni. So lovely to finally meet you in person.” He kissed my cheek and squeezed my ass in the process. I hid my eye roll and followed him into the club. There were tons of wannabes and celebrity prisses all around that I had no desire to talk to. Peter held his arms out in front of a small table in the back corner of the club.

“You ladies can sit here for now. I’ll grab us some drinks.” As he walked away I pulled out the small bag full of white powder from my clutch handbag. I sucked on my finger and then stuck it into the bag, making sure my finger was covered in MDMA before putting it back in my mouth. I handed the bag to Rusty and she did the same. Once the whole bag was split between us, I tossed it to the side and lit a cigarette. Rusty swayed to the music while I took in my surroundings. Some models I’d seen on billboards were chatting by the bar, and some kooky radio personality was dancing on top of one of the other VIP tables. Peter came back with our drinks and sat down next to me. I saw the last little fizz fade from the pill he had dropped in my martini. Fucking prick. I flailed my arm and knocked over Rusty’s and my drinks.

“Oops! Sorry! Must be my Tourettes acting up. Can’t help it you know.” I lifted from my seat as Peter gave me a strange look. “Better clean this up; I’ll get us some towels.” I left Rusty with Mr. Rapist and made my way to the bar. I ordered my own drug-free martini and asked the bartender for a towel as well. After downing my drink in one gulp, I headed back to my table, along the way bumping into a familiar face. His eyes were bloodshot like he had a few too many drinks already, and his shirt was half unbuttoned. He smiled at me while I yawned in his presence.

“Well, well, well. Look what we have here. Are you following me now?” I sarcastically laughed and jabbed my heel into his toe.

“I was invited you twat. You don’t own this town.” I walked away while he still winced from the pain.

I threw the towel on the table and quickly sopped up the spilt vodka…such a waste. As I went to sat down, Peter rose from his seat and grabbed my hand.

“How about a dance? I never got to last time.” I pursed my lips as I thought of what my next move should be. I could spit in his face and knee his groin for trying to date-rape me, but that would mean leaving the club early and I wanted to have a good time. I decided I could let him have one dance so I led him to the dance floor.

I bit my lip as to not crack up at his dancing. He looked like a five year old that was given too much sugar mixed with a monkey on acid. I grabbed his arms and put them on my hips to stop the ongoing stares. He seemed to like this move, and grinded his crotch up against my own, causing me to hold back my gag. There were too many fucking creeps in this town. He continued to gyrate on me, and I turned around so I didn’t have to look at him in the face. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Harry dancing with some model. I felt a pang of jealously but quickly threw it out the window. I was Toni fucking Reine; everyone was jealous of me. The song finally ended and broke free of Peter’s humping.

“Let’s get another drink, yeah?” He dragged me to the bar and ordered us two pints. I watched my drink the entire time as to make sure he didn’t try another trick. I sipped on the amber liquid as Peter drank all of his and ordered another. I rolled my eyes and made a step to walk away when he grabbed my wrist in protest.

“Where do you think you’re going, babe? I want a kiss.” He threw his lips onto mine while I wriggled under his grasp. I finally pushed him off and he smirked at me.

“Fucking prick! Get the Hell away from me!” Again he grabbed me as I tried to walk away.

“Oh, no…we’re not done yet. I hear you like fucking in bathrooms, so why don’t I give you a try?” He licked his lips and I bit his arm. He cried out in pain and I looked around for an escape. When I looked back at him his palm was raised, anger in his eyes. I closed my eyes in anticipation, but the sound of bone on bone snapped them back open. Harry was standing over Peter’s bloody face, his fist red from the impact.

“Next time, I’ll break your fucking jaw,” he spat at him and moved his green eyes towards me. My mouth was agape as I tried to put together what the fuck was happening. Before I could, the bouncers of the club grabbed all three of us and threw us out onto the cobblestone street.

“No fights inside the club, tossers. Fuck off, now.” The burly man slammed the door shut as I picked myself from off the ground. I kicked Peter hard in the stomach and then made my way towards the main road. As I was digging for my phone in my purse, I noticed Harry standing awkwardly against the building.

“You know, I don’t buy into this whole ‘knight in shining armor’ bullshit…but thanks.” He looked up at me with a confused look.

“What that? ‘Was nothing. I don’t like men who mistreat women is all. Have a good night, Toni.” He started making his way down the street and I gawked on in shock. Getting pissed, I tittered my heels against the cobblestone to catch up to him, his long legs making him move quite fast.

“What the fuck? That’s all you have to say?” I yelled at him while I finally caught up. I grabbed his shoulder and turned him around, a snarl on his face.

“What do you want me to say? ‘No, problem, babe. I fancy you so much and am willing to do anything to defend your honor?’ How about no. You made it pretty clear that you want nothing to do with me so let’s leave it at that. I’m not your boyfriend. I’m not even your ‘friends with benefits.’”

“Well let’s change that then.” I grabbed his face and kissed him hard, my heels getting stuck between the cracks on the street. He tried to resist at first, but finally gave in to his masculine tendencies and pushed me up on the hood of a parked car. He kissed down my body while I tossed my underwear off onto a passing bicyclist. Laughing, he lifted up the skirt of my dress and ran his fingers up and down my thighs. I nipped at the skin of his neck while he heaved off his trousers and knickers, his bare bum exposed to any and everyone who happened to be moving by. I dug my nails into his shoulders as he pumped in and out of me, quickening his pace with each thrust. The heat from our bodies was causing steam on the windshield of the car and I moved my body up and down the condensation with the rhythm of Harry’s thrusts. My stomach started to clench and I let both my hands slam on the car as I felt a jolt run through my core.

All of a sudden, the alarm of the car started going off and I saw Harry’s eyes grow huge as he released inside me. I quickly hopped off and sprang from the vehicle, running away fast even though my legs were still adjusting to gravity. Harry waddled along behind me as he tried to pull his pants up and I burst out laughing. We ran as far away as our lungs would take, and finally collapsed on a park bench four blocks away. We tried to stop from laughing, but after I noticed that Harry was only wearing one shoe, we started laughing even more. I held my stomach as I felt as though I couldn’t breathe, and tried to calm myself down before the cramps got worse. Once both of us had calmed down enough, Harry got up and looked down at me.

“I wouldn’t mind this you know. Good fuck every once and awhile…never hurt anyone really.” He held out his hand and I slapped it away as I stood up.

“If I feel like it, I’ll call you. Don’t cry too much if I forget…I am part of a huge boy band and all.” He chuckled and wrapped his arm around my waist as we walked towards God knows where. Hopefully, it was a place that served chips.