Page 35 of Cookie: Part One
We are guarded like royalty through the club, with big ass body guards that part the sea of people wide enough for them not to even touch us even if they have their arms stretched out, leading us to a slick staircase guarded by two very serious-looking men with earpieces and the same dead eyes I’ve seen on security detail at high-level events like these when I attend business meetings.
I know these mother fuckers shoot first and ask questions later, but when they spot Pyper, one of them opens a frosted-glass door with the word“Vedenie”etched in cursive across it.
We step inside and my jaw drops. The VIP section is a whole damn experience.The booth is huge, with a plush half circular seating arrangement surrounding the dance floor. There’s a floor-to-ceiling wall of champagne chilling behind plexiglass, LED-lit ice buckets cradling gold bottles, and servers standing at attention, waiting to fulfill any order for whatever we want.
Pyper’s cousins are already at the baragainwhile Pyper’s dragging me to the dance floor, white girl dancing, and hell, I do it with her. Because this isn’t sexy, shake ya tail feather music. Nah bitch, we up in here listening to some techno remix of Britney Spears, and the girls are gagged, okay!
I don’t know how long we dance, but my dogs start barking, and I have to slink away from Pyper ass who just handed me another shot. I feel tipsy like a mother fucker as I stumble over to a door with the same Russian words and I enter, sighing when the music is just a bit quieter here, but the bass is felt more for some reason.
I want to slink to the floor completely exhausted, but I feel arms grab me from both sides. When my eyes pop open, I’m shocked to see Nadya and Dimitri.
Nadya is in a red leather dress with a long, blonde braid curled like a rope down her back, while Dimitri is in a fitted black-on-black turtleneck and blazer, looking like sex in human form.Being in the room alone with them has my heart fluttering and my already hazy mind buzzing.
“Wh-what are you guys doing here?” I ask because I know they didn’t come with us on the bus.
“Oh, we arrived a bit after you guys,” Nadya smiles, dancing to the somewhat muffled music.
“Da, vee have zhree rooms here. All of zhem are connected, each vit a private vindow.” Dimitri knocks around the glass where I can see Pyper and the gang, dancing, having a great time.
“Oh…”
“Da, Pechenye! So dance vit us! It vas fun vatching you dance! Now you dance vit us!” Nadya says, voice silky as she wraps her arms around me.
“I—”
“Vhat? You don’t vant to?” I jump, feeling Dimitri murmur pressed against my back, both of them swaying, and they call this dancing? Jesus.. feeling them up against me has me realizing just how much my body missed them. Nadya’s sexy softness and Dimitris’ boyishly handsome ways. My heart thump and I swallow, peeking outside to see Pyper chugging back shots in her own world.
“I… I guess i-it wouldn’t h-hurt to dance a little,” I whisper and they both swoop on me like vultures, grasping my hips, grinding against me to the music until it slows, creating an atmosphere that feels hypnotic…f-fuck!
Nadya presses her chest to mine, her arms firmly wrapped around my neck, and I swear I can feel her lips moving as Dimitri’s hands slide around my waist, right to the lower part where he grips my hips and grinds his dick against my ass.Well, shit…
Both of their hands roam over my body as the beat slows, making me grow stiff.
“Relax, Pechenye,” Nadya murmurs in my ear, her lips brushing my skin as she grinds slowly and lazily into me.
“We got you,” Dimitri echoes in the other ear, his voice just as low, yet deep and dangerous, both of them making my pressure rise and making the blood rush from what my brain straight to my pussy.
“Ughn! I… I can’t,” I murmur, panting, feeling like a sex feen around them.
Ican’t fucking breathe.
Their bodies move against me in perfect rhythm. They have me caught in the middle while my hips find the beat before my mind catches up, my clit buzzing with the bass. I feel Nadya press herlips along the pulse in my neck, making me shudder, forcing me head to lull back against Dimitri’s shoulder as he pulls me into a kiss.
I gulp, unable to think as I follow along, moving to whatever rhythm they sway me into, Nadya’s hands cupping my breast while she sucks on my neck and Dimitri grinds harder, dry humping the fuck out of me with his hand pressed against my belly while he sucks on my tongue.
“Mmm…” He whispers along my lips. “I see vhy Misha is obsessed,” he growls, kicking my heart up a notch when Nadya slides her hands in my dress, playing with my nipples.
I feel everything… her fingers on my breast, his mouth on mine, his hands gliding down my belly straight to my pussy, where he skirts past my thongs, rubbing circles where I ache the most.
“Uhhaahhhh fuck,” I moan, wondering how the fuck did I even get in this situation as I try to pull away…
“I… I sh— Ugnnn! Sh-shit I should g-go,” I stammer. I said I wouldn’t get involved anymore, but Dimitri’s hands slide further in my panties and Nadya slurps my nipple into her mouth.
“Vhy?” Nadya flicks her tongue, biting my nipple, standing and wrapping her arms around my neck, fisting her hands in my hair.
“W-w… I… uhm… I” I choke on my words as Dimitri plays with my clit, making it so I can’t even form a sentence. But it’s not like she wanted to hear my reason anyways as her lips swoop on mine, soft, sweet, and hot, tasting like something fruity, unlike the hard whiskey I tasted on Dimitri’s lips. The contrast has me burning enough tomelt me from the spineout.
“C-can’t they see us?” I ask, and Nadya shakes her head.
