The girl rolls her eyes at Madison and places her hand to her hip.
“Calm your tits, sweets. I’ll be done in a sec,” Madison says with a careless smirk.
I watch as Madison pours our drinks, making mine a double. “So do you actually know anyone here?” I move in closer to her as more people push their way into the kitchen in search of fresh drinks. I feel suffocated now, as bodies bump into me and stand all over me, acting as if I’m not even there. Someone even tries dancing behind me, bumping me with his crotch repeatedly.
“Jax.” She pushes my drink into my hand before looping her arm through mine and passing the lemonade over to the other girl. “I met Jax a few weeks ago when I was on that date with that loser Gage. He took me to that fancy restaurant and bored me to death. Remember that?”
We push our way outside to the back of the house and walk over to stand next to the gigantic pool. It’s definitely a lot quieter out here and I can actually breathe. It’s a little chilly for an August night, so no one seems to be interested in swimming besides a small group of half-naked partiers in the hot tub that are drowning in drinks and getting fresh, sharing each other’s girls.
Note to self: stay the fuck out of the hot tub.
“Yeah, but I don’t remember you telling me that you actually met Jax. I thought you just knew of him and his parties through one of your friends.”
She takes a sip of her drink and licks her lips. “Oh I met him alright and he is one fine piece of man. The finest. Let me tell you.” She smiles and nods to someone behind me, before biting her lip playfully.
I look over my shoulder to see a handsome guy with dark, styled hair and a short beard, dressed in a white Henley with dark jeans. You can see his sleeve of tattoos through the white fabric. He winks at Madison before going back to talking to his group of friends.
I turn back to Madison to see her face red and her drink now almost completely gone as she chews on her straw playfully. “I’m going to take a wild guess here and say that hot guy back there with the twitching eye is Jax.”
Madison nods her head and her smile broadens.
“You ladies talking about me over here?” A voice says from behind me, scaring me. “I promise whatever it is, that I didn’t do it; not yet at least.”
I step to the side to see the dark haired guy—Jax—now standing beside me. He smiles at Madison before turning to me and lifting a brow. “Long, brown hair, nice curves, and big hazel eyes with fuckable lips. Avalon, I presume.” He laughs and nods to Madison. “Her words, not mine; although I must agree.”
Madison shrugs when I turn to her, my face now red. “What, honey? I’m all about the truth. You should be thankful. There are many others that aren’t so lucky. Just saying.”
I take a sip of my drink, smirk at Madison, and look Jax up and down, taking in his muscular frame. He’s definitely sexy. I can see why Madison has practically been begging me to come for the last two months. She wants to talk truth and run her mouth, I can do the same. “You plan on fucking my friend here tonight, Jax? You better have a big dick, because that’s how she likes them. Rough too, and preferably in every hole.”
Madison spits out her drink, almost spewing it all over some girl as she walks past. The tall blonde throws her arms up in disgust and gives Jax a glare before walking off.
Jax just smiles in amusement as if he doesn’t give a shit, checking Madison out. “That would definitely be a bonus,” he says, not hiding his excitement at the idea. He turns to me and nods. “Nice to meet you,” then turns back to Madison. “Find me in a bit, yeah?” He winks before walking off to talk to another small crowd that is calling him over.
“Holy fuck, Ava.” She pinches my arm really hard and pushes me back into the house so she can make a new drink. “I haven’t even gotten to that part with him yet. We’re not talking like that! Well I want to, but shit. Now he knows that I want into those sexy ass jeans of his; not to mention that I’m a kinky bitch.”
I smile big and laugh under my breath as she tries to fight back her smile. She loves me for what I just did and she knows it. She’ll be thanking me later. “You’re welcome.” I glance around me in search of the bathroom. “Hey, I have to use the bathroom. Do you need to go?”
She grabs my drink out of my hand and waves some girl over that she must know. “No, I’m fine for a while. I don’t want to break the seal. I’m not spending all my time in the bathroom. I’ve waited for weeks to get my ass here.” I get ready to walk away, but she grabs my arm, stopping me. “Oh, and I was told not to go downstairs. His friend is hiding out for the night. I guess he had a shitty day and told everyone to stay the fuck upstairs. There has to be at least two bathrooms upstairs and probably one or two on this floor, so take your pick, babes. Got it?”
“Nice to know,” I say before walking away as Madison starts talking to the short brunette she waved over.
Once I get upstairs, it’s easy to spot which rooms are the bathrooms. There are lines to every single one. Seriously! Why do women always have to pee? You give them a few alcoholic beverages and they’re in the bathroom every five minutes instead of actually enjoying the party. I knew I should’ve used the bathroom before I left. I was just about to go before Madison announced that the cab was there.
After walking around to every single bathroom, which there are three by the way—one off of the master bedroom, which had a threesome going on in it, so we won’t even talk about that—I take a spot in line at the end of the shortest one and that still has like ten or so women and a couple guys before me.
I remember seeing a bathroom on the main floor on the way up here, but that had an even longer line because people were either too lazy or too drunk to climb the long staircase.
Fuck my life . . . and my bladder.
After about twenty minutes of waiting in line, listening to gossip, and which guys to fuck and which ones not to, I feel like I’m about to burst. I have to pee so badly that I’m becoming desperate. I’m not below begging someone to switch places. Wait, yeah, maybe I am.
I glance around at all the girls partnered up with their friends. This shit is ridiculous. It takes one girl to pee. One. I don’t need someone to wipe my vagina for me. I’m a big girl.
I look around me to try to get a glimpse of the other line, but it seems to be at a standstill as well. Maybe if I go downstairs he won’t even notice; the friend I mean. There are probably like three rooms down there anyways. Why not just let me use one? I’m quick, really quick. I promise.
Making a haste decision, I turn for the staircase and make my way back down to the main floor. I glance around, but don’t see Madison or Jax anywhere in sight, so I look around for the stairs leading down to the basement while pushing my way through the crowd.
I go down a couple halls, see one more line to a bathroom and finally turn down another hall that leads to a staircase. I notice that no one is around it. Like at all. I don’t know if everyone knows the warning to stay away or if no one knows it exists back here. Either way, it’s a better chance that I won’t get caught using the bathroom down here and risk getting kicked out. The last thing I want to do is embarrass Madison and have her hate me. A pissed off Madison is never a good one. That bitch is crazy.
Taking a long, deep breath, I exhale slowly and follow the staircase down. It’s dark down here, and quiet. I also notice a temperature change. It feels about ten degrees cooler, but honestly, I love the way it feels on my heated skin. I almost just want to stay downstairs and have my own party. Screw all the crotch bumpers upstairs.
Once I get to the bottom of the stairs, I look around to see that every door in the hallway is closed. There doesn’t seem to be any light coming from under the cracks of any of the doors. My bladder just can’t catch a damn break.
Is anyone even down here?
Concentrating as hard as I can to hold my pee, I walk down the hall, attempting to be as quiet as my stupid stilettos will allow. It’s either take a wild guess and choose a random room or open every single damn door and hope that ‘the friend’ is gone.