Clubrooms Diary novel Chapter 13

LAYLA

May 9th 2018

It took everything I had to drag my ass out of bed and get to work this morning. My heads hosting a raging headache after staying up late last night to indulge in another bottle of whiskey drowning my sorrows. After seeing Jimmy and fucking his brains out three times left me feeling like utter filth. I got so wasted I ended up masturbating with him heavily on my mind. I came so fucking hard I ended up passing out. I woke up at sunrise with the dildo still inside me and my hands on my kitty. I slowly removed the dildo and plunged it back inside of me. I raised my legs spreading them as far as I could and continued to fuck myself as my fingers rubbed my slick coated clit. I tried to think of anyone but Jimmy, pumping myself harder and violently stroking my kitty. 

Nothing... My body wasn't responding or receiving any pleasure no matter how hard I fucked myself. So I thought about Jimmy, I replayed how he had me pinned beneath him with one leg over his shoulder. His eyes feasting on my tits as they jumped up and down every time he thrusted himself deeper into me. The cries of pleasure I couldn't contain bouncing off the walls making sweet music with the bed banging against the wall. Jimmy slides a hand down my leg, over my hip and starts stroking my kitty. The need to cum consumes me and I call out his name begging him to let me cum as my life depended on it.

"Tell me Ryder couldn't make you cum like Ido!" His voice was hoarse

"You're fucking sick Jimmy" I cried out in-between my moans. 

"Tell me you've wanted my cock so far up your cunt since the first time you caught me jacking off in the shower." His hand leaves my kitty and he pinches my nipple sending a ripple of pain laced with pleasure down to my core.

"Yes!" I screamed. "Yes, Jimmy. Now give it to me like you fucking need it too." 

A low growl vibrates from his chest and he starts to pump into me faster. I cum squirting all over his dick leaving the mattress drenched in my cum. 

"Fuck you, Jimmy." I sigh as my needy little cunt craves more of his affection as I sit in my car overlooking the carpark. 

My eyes achingly scan over the cars to see who's here and who isn't. I don't see Caddies car. After yesterday's accident, I doubt she'll be showing up anyway. She's lucky the SUV wasn't speeding through the carpark like most cars do trying their best to get away in a hurry from the house of sin. I open my car door and haul my nausea infested body out of the driver's seat and make the excruciatingly hundred-metre long hike to the clubs' entrance 

I'm in desperate need of Lisas' hangover cocktail. I feel like a damn dump truck ran me over and forgot to come back to collect me. I turn left and head towards the bar. It's the one place you can be certain to find Lisa sitting down doing bar work or paperwork for Chad. 

"Lisa..." I cry out as I walk into the room, removing my shades. 

"LISA!" I cry out a little louder when she didn't answer me.  

"Shit Layla!" Maddie walks past me pinching her nose with her fingers. "You smell like a brewery." 

"Yeah well, We all can't smell like a bottle of sweet dicks like you Maddie," I reply in a snarky manner. 

"One of a kind baby, One. Of. A. Kind." She does a little twirl in the middle of the room giggling. 

Just watching her twirl had me feeling like I was gonna drop to the ground. I place my hand on my dizzy head and walk over to the bar moaning like a grizzly bear. I sit down on the stool and rest the side of my face up upon the cool countertop. 

"You summoned me?" Lisa says as she approaches me. 

"Wouldn't get too close to her.  You'll end up intoxicated just by sniffing her." Maddie calls out as she takes a seat on the stool next to Lisa.

"Fuck up Maddie."

That's about all I can be half-arsed saying in my defence. 

Lisa titters. "Jimmy can lead you astray and toss you away when he's done, babe." She gently rubs my back with her hand. 

"I need one of your hangover cocktails before I can even muster up the energy to have a decent conversation with anyone." I groan feeling like utter shit.

" One corpse revived coming up." She merrily says walking behind the bar. 

"Make it a double," I mumble hoping she heard me. 

"Such a fitting name," Maddie says laughing. "You look like deaths been knocking on your door all week." 

"Fuck up Maddie!" 

Say one more word, just one...... I think to myself. The bitch wonders why no one can stand the sight of her. She's got no fucking filter which makes things a lot worse around here. She struts around the club believing she's the shit. 

What is it that she says again? On, yeah...

"Everyone wants a piece of this brown Island girl." She says it as if she believes it.

Like the clubs gonna go under if she doesn't show up. If she learns how to keep her fucking hands to herself we might have been able to keep some of her loyal customers. 

"Here babe, drink up." I hear Lisa place the glass on the bar countertop. 

And like a dehydrated fish, I guzzle the glass in one hit not caring that half of it ended up all over me. It's the reason why I asked for a double. I do this every time. Lisa sits down in-between Maddie and me, she shifts and turns her body to face me.