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It didn’t help that my libido shot up ten points in the last couple days and with Fenrir wanting to be by my side when I wasat the campsite, I couldn’t very well take care of business with him there.

Or could I? Do animals notice that sort of thing?

Not that I could fuck myself with anything. Fenrir put holes in The Prolapser, and I did not need an infection from wolf saliva. No offense to Fenrir, even though he’s been getting heavy doses of antibiotics.

I was sure one biker would have some big-dick energy that I could satisfy myself with tonight. I’d shaved in all the right places and put on the sexiest pair of lingerie I could find. I just hoped I would find a man that could handle all of this.

When I stepped into the bar, the party was already going. The sun had already set and, since the lift on the mandatory curfew days ago so that people could stay out past sunset, I wanted to be fashionably late.

The atmosphere was electric, with pulsating music filling the air and pulsing lights illuminating the room. The dance floor was packed, filled with individuals moving and swaying to the rhythm. The live band on stage was delivering an energetic performance, captivating the crowd with their talent and infectious energy.

As I made my way further into the bar, I noticed vibrant signs scattered throughout, boldly announcing “Ladies Drink Free” in eye-catching fonts and colors. The bar was buzzing with excitement and laughter. It was clear that this was the place to be for a night of lively entertainment.

The one strobing light crossed the dance floor. Men sat talking amongst themselves around wooden tables. Their eyes were fixed on the dance floor, watching the women but not intervening. Women, radiating confidence, gracefully pulled men from their seats, hopping and jumping with excitement with each step. With warm smiles, the men obliged, while their faces lighting up as they relished in the attention.

The women were comfortable. It was good to see that.

When I found a seat at the bar, I searched for Anaki. He wasn’t behind the bar, but this time on top. He didn’t have a shirt on, he was sweating and damn pole dancing. My eyes went wide as he and several other guys were humping the different poles spread out on the bar, and the ladies were eating it up.

As Anaki caught sight of me, he swiftly ducked behind the gleaming bar counter, his agile movements accentuated by his glistening, oil-slicked skin. Beads of sweat cascaded down his face, adding a subtle sheen to his features. Leaning over the counter, he locked eyes with me and playfully winked, his voice carrying a hint of mischief. “Well, hello there, sugar. You made it.”

I cleared my throat and looked away. He was a good-looking guy, but he didn’t make my pussy flutter. He had become a good friend, someone fun to joke around with and seeing him—like this - was different.

“Aw, come on, can’t handle me at my worst. You don’t deserve me at my best!” Anaki rubbed his hand down his abs. “But, really, I think this is my best.”

I snorted and pushed at his bare shoulder. “Just get me my drink, you perv.”

In a few short minutes, he returned to my side of the bar and held out a Pina Colada. I raised my eyebrow and took the fruity drink. “I know you have more than one drink. It depends on your mood.”

My lips parted, but he tapped the bar before he hopped back on it again and started rubbing his body up and down the pole, with the women in the bar going wild for him.

Ten minutes passed and I saw people continue to come through the door. The bar was packed, filled with mostly women and the bikers who stay here. The men of the town weren’t allowed in, only the club members. Which I found strange, but Iguess this was a haven for women to let loose and party since the men here are supposed to be saviors.

It didn’t take long for Journey and Delilah to find me. They were in way too deep already with their alcohol and luckily Delilah’s baby isn’t here. Nadia told me earlier she wasn’t going to make it because she had a hard time with loud noises. Bear and Nadia volunteered to watch Hannah and take her up to their cabin in the mountains.

“Another!” Journey handed me another shot.

I’d lost count how many I had drunk, but I knew I was feeling tipsy and that I shouldn’t drink any more. I needed to still know my surroundings; at least try to work.

“Here, have a blow job, too!” Delilah yelled over the music. A shot glass with whipped cream slid down the bar and Delilah shoved it into my mouth.

“Dios Mio, I’m not as young as you two. I won’t wake up in the morning!” I licked the whipped cream off my face.

“You’re not old!” Delilah licked the salt off her hand. “You are like a few years older than us, right?”

Journey stared at Delilah like she was crazy, and I shrugged my shoulders.

“Sure, hun, whatever you think.” I took a sip of water to cleanse my palate. “I’m going to go run to the ladies’ room.”

Journey grabbed my arm and shook it. “Be quick! They are getting ready to do body shots!”

Delilah squealed and clapped her hands. “Oh, these are so fun! Yes, hurry and come right back. Right here.” She poked my leather skirt several times and then finally the wood of my seat.

I laughed, slid off and made my way through the throng of people. I cut through the dance floor; the bodies were moving enough that it was easier to slide through. But, when people rubbed up against my body, I felt my skin light on fire.

I should have taken care of myself before I left the campsite.

Why was I so damn horny?

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