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If We Ever Meet Again (nothingbutporcelain and Tatcon Valdez)

nothingbutporcelain

nothingbutporcelain

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Callie Simpson sighed heavily as she caught a glimpse of her reflection in her floor-length mirror. She ran a hand across her flat stomach, not feeling content with the way she looked. Callie was a gorgeous girl and she had no reason to doubt her looks but she couldn't help but feel self-conscious sometimes. She was very young, only nineteen years old and was quite popular all throughout high school. Well only popular with the males; all the females hated her because she was known for stealing their boyfriends away from them. She'd sleep with their boyfriends once and then ditch them the next day. Honestly Callie was a major slut in high school and everyone at her school knew that. She had long blonde hair that was sometimes worn straight and at other times worn curly, depending on her mood. She was very thin and petite, weighing in at 85 pounds and being 5'1".

She could probably pass for a seventeen year old if she wanted to, not that she ever would. But Callie was no longer a slut. You see everything changed when she slept with her best friend back when she was only sixteen years old. Then she learned she got an amazing scholarship in London but didn't want to tell him because she knew it would be too hard to tell him she was leaving him. Of course he was angry when he found about it from someone else and their last night spent together included them having angry, rough sex thus resulting in her pregnancy. Luckily she was in London when she found out about the pregnancy so he had no way of knowing. She ended up giving up the baby for adoption because she knew she was too young to raise it on her own. Then she met David. They slept together and she thought he was just going to be a casual sex partner but they ended up getting married six months later, the day she turned eighteen (You see the first time they slept together she'd been underage and it would look bad if they got married while she was still underage). David was a doctor and his profession allowed Callie to buy expensive designer clothes which made her tiny body look even more amazing. Long gone were her days of dressing like a whore. Now she dressed like the classy wife of a doctor. Maybe it was a little strange that she was eleven years younger than her husband but she didn't care. She loved him and that was all that mattered.

Tonight Callie and David had planned on going out drinking at a bar but of course he got called into work right before they were supposed to leave. She insisted on staying home since it would be no fun without him but he told her to go out and try to have a good time. They would do this again another night. So that was why she was currently sitting at the bar, holding a glass of vodka in her hand and wishing David were here with her. It wasn't fun without him. She wanted to be on the dance floor with him, not sitting here all lonely, drinking the night away.

But while Callie may have seemed like the picture perfect wife this wasn't the case at all. She had a lot of problems that even her loving husband didn't know about. For instance, there was her obvious eating disorder. You couldn't weigh eighty five pounds and spend every day eating nothing but lettuce and drinking gallons of water and not have a problem. That wasn't the only thing that was wrong with her either. She had a drinking problem but she did a great job of hiding this from the world. Most of the time she could keep her drinking under control but when she got really depressed or stressed out it always came back and she drank until she passed out. Once she had to be rushed to the hospital and get her stomach pumped. That was how bad it was. That wasn't even the end to her problems. She had a serious addiction to cocaine and soon David would find out about it. Speaking of cocaine she remembered that she put some in her purse the second she heard that David wouldn't be coming with her. After making sure no one was looking at her she poured some of the powdery white substance on her hand and snorted a little, putting the bag back in her purse once she was done.

Callie was looking forward to the familiar sensation she loved so much that she always got when she was high. It had been such a long time since she last did coke, a whole week! She knew David would kill her if he ever found out about her coke habit so that was why she vowed to never do it around him. That would be stupid because he would obviously be able to tell that she was high. Luckily he was away at work a lot so she usually found time to do it when he wasn't around. But this week she hadn't gotten much time at all to herself so it was so nice to be able to do this here, even if it was in a crowded club. She figured most people here were on drugs anyways.

The bartender set a glass of vodka in front of her after she paid the woman and Callie took a sip of it immediately, loving the burning in her throat that accompanied the alcohol. She loved alcohol so much. Thank god her husband worked nights a lot since he was a doctor and always getting called in. Some nights she would drink so much that she passed out but he always just assumed she was sleeping because she was tired. He would never know that it was from the alcohol, unless he smelled her breath. But of course there were nights when she couldn't drink because she knew David would get pissed if he didn't get sex from her at least five times a week. Yes, their relationship did revolve around sex. She was starting to figure that out but the drinking and drugs helped her forget. She wanted to keep pretending that her marriage was completely perfect.

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There always existed an amusing dichotomy within a family that had seen a vast amount of success. Take David for instance. He had become a doctor, and such a career choice was always seen as a great passing, something for parents to be proud of! World saving elder siblings always received the required rays of sunshine from their providing parents that little light was left for those who were still left to blossom. That was the dichotomy, and that was the nature of the family Callie had married in to.

The children of the Thomas-McGee family were never wont for anything in this world if they had desired it, for David had followed his father's footsteps, and David's mother was a pinnacle of perfection when it came to law and business so it would be expected that the children could easily pick up the mantle and run with it because the financial backing was there and ready!

But...

Ethan had been born about seven years after David, and that had made his growing up a little less encouraging. While Dave ploughed through school with the enthusiasm and gusto of a propaganda drunk communist, mild Ethan merely got by, his attention had always been elsewhere. By sixteen he had turned from academics and intelligence to mohawks and electric guitars, brandishing his own defiled leather jackets of spikes and studs while causing general annoyance and havoc where ever he went. By twenty he had served a year in prison for his part in a vicious vigilante beating on a rapist, and soon went on just to buy a burger shop with dad's money somewhere in South London. Feigning redemption was a great way to separate a guilty parent from their pounds, and Ethan had made generous use of it to make a working shop, and foster his own addictions of alcohol, weight training and cigarettes. And while Callie might had redeemed her slutty behaviour after high school, there was nary a girl in Ireland or Southern England who hadn't been slammed by that "God damned McGee."

Now he was twenty three, played with cars, still wore a black mohawk upon his head that always sat a limp against his otherwise bald head, and still went to the club most nights to get drunk, show off his muscles and eventually take a girl to bed. So it was with a touch of greedy pride he watched his brother's wife hit the bar with fire in her eyes, and white powder on her nose. Ohh, what a delightful scene this could create for the golden child Ethan had always lived in the shadow of.

From the first time he had seen Callie at the wedding, he knew somethings were not as they seemed. She was a broken product, a fragile beast wrapped in a carefully constructed dress who painted a pretty picture when the time came, but was quite to fall to her faults when life went its own way. He gazed at her with amusement and predatory flair, she was the kind of girl he came to the clubs for, because they always gave the most exquisite, desperate sex because they have a hole to fill deep inside themselves. But his contact with her had been limited..for some reason a family never appreciated someone wearing combat boots and camo at a wedding.

Fucking stuck up Brits, Ethan would say with Irish pride (ignoring the half English heritage of his parents)

So for the moment he would watch this little broken porcelain doll absorb herself in her vices while he let a lonely cigarette burn away from the corner of his mouth, the occasional inhale exposing the intricate tattoos that lined his arms and upper chest, the latter being viewable because of the white tank top he wore below his ratty ex-army vest emblazoned with band patches and silverware. He was hard to miss really, he was quite massive at six foot three, with a body he had built in prison and maintained with vicious dedication over the years. Maybe he would buy her a drink and try to get to the soul of this withering leaf and find out something he could....what, exploit? That seemed fair to him as revenge against his too successful brother.

Moving with careful grace he would slide from his bench and proceed to sit on the bar stool next to Callie, ordering one more vodka, and a Guinness for him.

"Smoke?" He asked her with a sideways smirk, light blue eyes scanning her own optics carefully as he measured her intoxication and high-ness as best he could.
 
Callie jumped a little when she suddenly heard a man's voice come from behind her. Here she was, thinking she was being so discreet with her cocaine usage but obviously this wasn't the case. She just hoped he noticed her after she put the bag of cocaine in her purse and not before. It would be horrible if he found out what she was doing. The last thing she needed was to be arrested tonight. David would kill her. He didn't know about her problems and she really didn't want him to find out. She liked to keep him thinking she was his perfect wife. If he thought anything different than that this would not be good at all.

She turned to her right and was shocked when she saw Ethan sitting there. She let out a sigh of relief. She also didn't want him finding out she was a cocaine user but at least she knew he wouldn't be reporting her to the police. That was a very good thing. "I'd love one." She told him with a smirk on her face. Callie really didn't know Ethan well. They had a brief introduction at her wedding but she'd been too busy talking to everyone to really talk to him much. It was probably wrong for her to judge him on his looks but he definitely looked like the kind of guy who wouldn't mind joining her in using some coke. Too bad she didn't feel like sharing with him tonight. It was hard for her to get her hands on this stuff. David got suspicious when she withdrew a lot of money from their checking account at once so she tried not to buy it very often. But then again he'd probably also be worried if she got all shaky when she was going through withdrawal.

"What are you doing here?" She asked him, staring into his eyes. She knew really he should be the one asking her that question. He probably wondered why she was at a bar all by herself on a Friday night. It wasn't like she chose to come here by herself. David was working again. It seemed like that was all he did lately. But already she didn't care that David wasn't here. Cocaine always made her so happy. Nothing else mattered when she was high. She grabbed the vodka he ordered for her and took a sip. It was delicious. She was a little sad that the wrong brother here but she was glad she at least knew someone here. Maybe they could have some fun together. She was pretty sure Ethan would be more likely to enjoy drinking and doing cocaine than his older brother.
 
He had caught her with the element of surprise, and it would be true he would take an immense sense of satisfaction from her jump. However the satisfaction subsided and he gave her the offered cigarette, evening lighting it for her whenever she got around to bringing it to her rather sultry lips. After this little act of benevolence he would return his focus to the stout beer in front of him while he mulled over her question, and how inappropriate it was for her to be questioning him at this point in time. Still, what harm could be had from satisfying the girl's insecure curiousity?

"Me? I'm here to drink beer, smoke fags and fuck a woman senseless like a normal bloke my age. What's your excuse miss suburbia?" He said in a teasing tone of voice that made his mixed Englis/Irish heritage that much stronger, or maybe it was the beer. "Trolling down London's streets while dear hubby goes to work again? At least I assume he's working, the bastard never stopped as long as I knew him." He added haphazardly between swigs of beer and drags of nicotine.

"By the way, you have a small trail on your nose." He said, before bringing his hand up to wipe it away himself, bringing the small traces to his nose and taking a sniff for a sample. He had a feeling a girl like her might be a tad on the greedy side, so why not steal what was readily available. One could never fault someone for taking coke off an attractive girl's face.

Whenever she got around to supplying him with an answer, he would lean on his arms, looking over his bicep to take in what she wore, and maybe, just maybe get a better sense of the girl that lay behind it. Maybe it was against the laws of God to check out your brother's wife, but David was an asshole, and frankly Ethan had never had a soft spot for rules or decorum.
 
She was glad that he had a cigarette for her. David probably would have gotten angry if he knew she was smoking. Since he was a doctor he was always telling her about how she should be healthy. At least she ate healthy. He would not be happy if he knew she did drunks and drank all the time. He knew she liked to drink but she never let him know just how much she loved alcohol. It was best that way. Maybe she was lying to her husband but she didn't think she was doing anything wrong. It wasn't like she was cheating on him. At least she wasn't cheating on him yet.

She rolled her eyes at him when he told her why he was here. She would never admit it to him but she missed when she used to go out to bars to hook up with whatever guy she wanted. Those were good times. Now that she was married she could never do that. "Sounds like a very wholesome night. Good luck with that.." She said, laughing softly. Maybe it sounded like she was judging him but she really wasn't. She was probably only talking like this because she was jealous. She missed when she used to have a life like his. She had to hide what she was doing. No one would say anything about the way he lived his life.

"Yeah, he's working. I don't need an excuse to be at a bar. He was supposed to come with me but he had to work. I don't see why I should have to sit on my ass at home when I could be out having a good time. He could have come with me. He doesn't always have to work." She definitely sounded a little bitter but she couldn't help it. She missed when she and her husband used to go out together. It was much easier to resist the tempting men who were dying to fuck her when he was here. "Don't you dare tell David about this, he would kill me." She told him after he wiped the cocaine off her nose. She was pretty sure he was checking her out but she couldn't know for sure. She was kind of hoping he was. It would be nice to have a guy want her. She was only nineteen but being married made her feel like she was thirty.
 
It wasn't entirely true, that no one said anything about the rather self-destructive and hedonistic life he led. His brother had harped to Ethan as much as their parents, but the fact simply remained that they fell on deaf ears. He had no dedication to his family and he saw no reason to live by their rules or adhere to their advice. Better to die early and happy than to live a thousand years in toiled misery. No, not many approved of Ethan's life, however none questioned that he would always do it his way, regardless of what the world thought of him.

"No luck needed girl, I get by on what I already have." He said plainly as he patted his left, flexed arm. Maybe he was showing off to her for some reason unknown, or maybe he was simply teasing, because he saw something in those eyes of hers. Desperation maybe? Perhaps she would be the next star on desperate housewives, she certainly had the body for it, and for the record, his second pass over her frame was a little more obvious than the first.

Then it came to her request for him not to tell his brother what his attractive young wife was doing at a bar without him. A girl who had a glint in her eye that spoke of a dark past, and a web of secrets in her marriage that was as intricate as a spiderweb. Part of his mind was contemplating the delicious mess he would make by being another point in that web...such a tasty thought...

"Don't worry, I won't tell your tight ass husband you were at a young person's club surrounded by attractive young lads snorting coke and sucking back vodka..." he paused to order her another one, and himself a Guinness, "...like it was the last water on the planet." He concluded with a mischievous grin and a wink. And then a thought hit him...

"...care to dance, since your ant of a husband decided work was more important than your lovely ass?" Oh, he had a way with words alright.
 
She knew people probably gave Ethan a hard time for the kind of life he lived but they probably expected it from him. Since Callie was now a doctor's wife she was expected to behave properly at all times and dress in a conservative manner. Of course she still wore her tight, short dresses most of the time but then again most of the time her husband was at work and not with her so he never knew what she wore. She just hated how everyone wanted her to be perfect. She was far from perfect. She definitely had a drinking and drug problem. It wasn't like she just woke up one day and decided to try coke. She started drinking when she was seventeen years old. She definitely had a dark past. Her father used to sneak into her room and rape her every night until she was seventeen years old. The only reason he stopped was because he went to jail. And no, he didn't go to jail for raping her. As if her life wasn't screwed up enough he had to add to it and murder her mother. She drank so much because she wanted to forget the image of her dead mother's body covered in blood on the kitchen floor. It was not a fun memory to have stuck in your head all the time.

She laughed softly when he said he didn't need luck to hook up with girls. She was not shocked at all to hear that. He was very hot. She'd be lying if she said she thought he was bad looking. She could see why all the girls in this bar wished they were the ones talking to him instead of her. She felt pretty lucky to be talking to him herself. She had a feeling he was going to make this night very fun for her. Maybe it was a good thing David wasn't here.

She playfully hit his arm when he made all those negative comments about her. She knew he was just joking with her, she was being playful with him too. There was nothing wrong with that. "I am not drinking vodka like it's water! I just had a little coke. Maybe like three lines. It really isn't a big deal.." She said, giggling softly. "Sure, we can dance just don't think you can touch this lovely ass of mine. It's off limits. Don't get any ideas." She downed the rest of her vodka and stood up, grabbing his hand so she could drag him off to the dance floor.
 
"It's off limits. Don't get any ideas." Those last phrases rang in Ethan's head for a few moments as they made their way out to the dance floor, and all he could think of was, "For now..for now." Maybe it was wrong of him to be thinking this far forward with his own brother's wife...lords know there was a small conscience in him telling him to give up before it was too late, but he didn't listen. He didn't listen as he followed her to the dance floor, he didn't listen as he put his hands to her hips, and he definitely didn't listen when he made the distance between them less than it should be.

The consequences, however, made listening to that voice all the harder, because what would the consequences be? Callie had dodged admitting a coke addiction and alcoholism to David (he supposed, judging by her continued freedom), so chances would be he could sleep with her tonight, and in the morning all evidence would evaporate. Even if David did find out, even if his older brother came storming into his restaurant red-faced and swearing, Ethan was not concerned, because he would simply punch the good doctor out. So that was how he came to accept the position they were in.

Now it was her turn to make a move, because she had deemed things off limits, but he had already taken the first steps to breaking what she had just said into meaningless words smashed on the floor. Maybe he would give the broken girl a night she deserved...where would that lead? He had a feeling it would pass into the realm of the chaotic which was his undeniably specialty.

The flavour was getting more and more tangible as they went.
 
Maybe Callie said her ass was off limits but she didn't really mean it. She and David still had sex from time to time but she was definitely craving it badly. They didn't have it as often as she would like. Usually it was the woman in the relationship who wouldn't want to be having sex, not the man. And it wasn't that David didn't want to have sex with her, it was just hard for him to find the time to fuck her since he was always working. So she felt very deprived of sex right now. She was wanting some so badly. It wouldn't be all that shocking if she gave into Ethan tonight and slept with him. Considering the fact that she was very attracted to him the chances of them sleeping together were very high. Almost as high as she was right now.

She was actually really glad that he pulled her body close to his the second they got on the dance floor. Maybe he knew she wasn't really serious when she said her ass was off limits. Soon he would realize it since she would make it clear to him that she wanted him. The alcohol was definitely starting to affect her. She was a small girl so it wasn't at all hard for her to get drunk. When she was drunk she never really thought about the consequences of her actions. That could be very bad for her tonight.

She looked up into his eyes as she danced to the beat of the music. A really fast song came on that she loved so she started to get lost in the music. Callie used to be a stripper before she met David so she was very good at dancing. But sometimes it got her into trouble since she liked to dance erotically. She was a complete sex goddess, she would always try to turn guys on and most of the time she didn't even realize she was doing. She suddenly turned around and raised her hands in the air as she grinded her ass against his crotch. She wasn't even really thinking about what she was doing. Her body had a mind of its own.
 
Maybe it was because of her desperation that he had wanted to pick her out from the crowd instead of letting bygones be bygones and finding some other vapid slut to bang. Maybe it was because he felt his brother didn't deserve this unique and damaged gift for his own, and Ethan felt it perfectly within his right to tear her away and defile her in a way that would destroy the pretty house of cards that his brother had made in his life with Callie. The unfortunate thing (though fortunate for Ethan's desires) was that Callie was losing herself so easily to the atmosphere that it wouldn't be hard to play arsonist with her and David's life and take her for his own if he wanted.

He knew the drugs and alcohol were making her slip out of reality more easily, but she was also surrendering to the effects music had on the human naturally, especially such a pounding pulse, but Ethan had on more than one occasion abused that effect to get what he wanted...and now he was in that place with his sister in law.

When her behind made the move to his crotch, the following actions were all that came naturally to his mind and body, and just like her's moved on its own volition, so to did his. As she started grinding in to him his finger nails dug firmly into her hips, pulling her ass closer, harder and stronger against his manhood while he went for her neck, biting at it gently as he even began to surrender himself to the passion and desire that every dance club existed to manifest.
 
Maybe deep down Callie knew it was wrong for her to be dancing like this with her brother in law but she couldn't help herself. He was really hot and she loved hearing the music. It brought her back to her single days when she used to be a stripper. She used to have so much fun dancing on stage for all the men. There was nothing that was more fun than turning on more than fifty men at once. David had married a slut. She thought she was reformed now that she was his wife but right now she was starting to think she was just lying to herself. She loved him but obviously her love for him wasn't enough to change her. She was a nineteen year old girl married to a thirty year old. He would be stupid to think she was sitting at home waiting for him to come home every night. Of course she'd be out there doing better things than that.

She was shocked when he dug his finger nails into her hips so he could pull her ass closer to his crotch. She could feel his manhood pressing against her. She didn't know if he was hard yet but she was sure that pretty soon she would feel something pressing against her ass. What was surprising about that was that she actually wouldn't mind it. She wanted to turn him on. She needed to have that power over him. She needed to know she could either make him the happiest man in the world by going home with him tonight or rejecting him and making him upset.

She moaned out softly once she felt him start to bite her neck. She began to grind her ass even harder against his crotch. Their bodies were moving quickly to the beat of the music. Callie had her eyes closed so she could focus entirely on dancing and being as close to Ethan as possible.
 
Natural human reaction would dictate that within a few moments of them getting into such close proximity he would spring a stiffy. It was an unavoidable reality of the physical nature of humans, but with the way she moved and reacted to his bite he was more than willing to let his body do as it will and push his growing manhood against his camo shorts to her behind. This truly was bliss on the dance floor, and maybe it was because she was his brother's wife he felt such excitement already, or maybe it was something more.

He was thinking he should feel guilty for taking advantage of her like this. He knew with little doubt that she was in a vulnerable position, he could see something amiss in her eyes, and the truth that her husband had basically abandoned her to her vices and weaknesses, and she was not strong enough to fight against them and try to become the reformed tramp that she had once been. Maybe he felt that in seducing her he could show her a better future, or maybe at least a better lay that was more in line with the monster she held inside.

Slowly his hands released her hips and his teeth let go of her neck just so they could relocate more strategically. Hands slowly curled up the curve of her side before bold fingers closed over her clothed breasts, and his teeth decided to nibble lightly on her earlobe. Yes, the music was driving him forward with her more than they probably should, but the gift they were set to receive from going through with this would probably be far greater than either of them could imagine. One night of absolute pleasure was something Ethan yearned for and adored more than any drug that had ever entered his body, and he had a feeling this little doll of a wife was his ticket.
 
Callie couldn't help but moan out softly once she felt him press his growing cock against her ass. It was such a good feeling, it made her want him so badly. She knew if she didn't have him inside of her soon she would go crazy. Of course she knew it was wrong but right now she really didn't care about what was wrong and right. She was sick of doing the right thing. She had spent the past year trying to be the perfect wife for David and look where it got her. He was always working and she was always home alone. She knew it wasn't a very good idea to get involved with his brother but at least Ethan was here with her right now. That was a lot more than David was doing. David was too busy working to ever spend any time with her.

She was shocked when he removed his hands from her hips and moved them onto her clothes breasts. She never expected him to touch her there but now that he had she was so glad he was doing this. She couldn't believe this was happening and most of all that it felt so amazing. They needed to get out of here soon. She wasn't going to suggest going back to the house she shared with David. She was drunk and high right now but she was still smart enough to know that would be a terrible idea. Hopefully he had a place nearby or they could always fuck in the back corner somewhere. Callie was never opposed to that idea. She loved public sex.

She moaned out louder than before as he began to nibble on her earlobe. Her moans probably couldn't be heard by others because of the loud music but she was sure Ethan could hear them so it was probably pretty easy for him to figure out just how badly she wanted him right now. Suddenly she turned herself around so she would be facing him and pressed her body tightly against his, staring into his eyes as she moved her lips dangerously close to his.
 
Ethan could do little to suppress the grin that was spreading across his lips as the faint sound of her moans moved into his ears on the waves of the music around them. It seemed the control of her was passing into his hands as she became so wound up in the proceedings of their evening that she seemed like she had lost all restraint and control. 'Good' he thought to himself, 'she's playing right into my hands.'

This is where Ethan's desire for manipulation came into play, especially once she turned around, and brought her lips somewhat too close for comfort. It wasn't as if he would mind kissing her, quite the contrary, but that was not for now, especially considering she was still sober enough to be thinking. So it was with a very well calculated move that he put his finger to her lips, and then took her hand to guide her towards the booths that lay to the side of the club.

Now, the question was how to proceed in a worthwhile manner while still maintaining some control. It came to him slowly as he sat down. "Take our your coke Callie, draw yourselves up some lines. Finish a line, then suck me off. Finish another and I play with you. Finish a third, and I bend you over the table and give you want you need." He said casually to her, glad that the booths were not well lit, so they could get away with their promiscuous behaviour relatively undisturbed.
 
Callie got so excited when she saw that grin on Ethan's face. She knew he probably wanted this just as badly as she did if not more. She was pretty shocked when he didn't kiss her and instead put his finger to her lips. She looked really confused right now. She definitely felt his hard on pressing against her ass earlier so why wasn't he kissing her? Was there something wrong with him? She hated to doubt herself. She was only nineteen so she knew it was way too early for her to be losing her looks but it still made her worry a little.

She let him take her hand and drag her over to one of the booths. Of course she immediately noticed how dark it was back here. She was already thinking about all the dirty things they could do here. Apparently Ethan was thinking the same thing because he told her right away that he wanted her to suck him off after she did a line.

"I'm definitely not going to argue with that. Sounds like a wonderful night to me." She told him with a smirk on her face as she pulled out her bag of cocaine. Normally she wasn't very generous with her coke but she hated doing lines a lot. Plus she knew the sex would be a lot better if they were both high. "Join me, Ethan. It's not any fun doing lines alone." She set up four lines on the table and lowered her head down, snorting one of them. The coke quickly took affect and she began to want Ethan even more.

"Ready for the best head of your life, you naughty boy?" She asked him as she brought her hand to his pants and quickly unbuttoned them, sliding them off along with his boxers. She wasted no time before climbing under the booth so she could move her head to his crotch and start to lick up and down his length. She would go slow at first, she needed to tease him before she really started to suck him off.
 
Ethan's first reply to her claim of giving the best head was a small chuckle, and as she worked to undo his pants, he would give a simple reply of, "That arrogance better be well founded girl, there were many who came before you with talented mouths, you little slut." He added the last bit to tease how she had called him a naughty boy, and as she settled herself down under the table, a free hand would nestle itself in her lovely blonde locks, and hold on tightly.

The other hand had something else to concentrate on. Plugging his left nostril he would bend over a bit and as her tongue ran up and down his sensitive length, he would take a long inhale of the line reserved for him. With the drug seeping in to his blood stream he would lean back against the booth and look down to his brother's precious wife with her mouth on his cock. Truly, if there was a better sense of vengeance out there, he didn't know it.

With himself starting to feel an overwhelming sense of euphoria, and his member standing strong and hard, he waited to see if she was worth bragging about, and more importantly, was she worth ruining his brother's perfect life.

So far..so good.
 
Callie felt even more determined to give him amazing head since it sounded like he might doubt her. He wanted her to prove it to him that she could give amazing head and she was going to do that right now. Once he felt her lips wrapped tightly around his cock he wouldn't want anyone else touching his cock. He would only want Callie because she was the best.

She got sick of licking him and decided it was time to move onto the main course, what he really wanted. She opened her mouth wide so she could fit his entire cock into her mouth. Guys were always shocked when they saw how much cock she could fit in her mouth. She'd been doing this for years so she was a very talented girl. She definitely knew what she was doing. She was going to blow Ethan's mind tonight.

She pushed him to the back of her mouth so she could start to deep throat him. Most girls would be gagging by now but of course Callie wasn't. Being bulimic for years helped her with that. She was able to control her gag reflex. Thank God it was coming into use right now. While he was in her mouth she began to flick her tongue against his cock to give him the most pleasure possible. She used her soft hands to rub and stroke his balls. She knew this would feel amazing. It always did. Hopefully the tight feeling of her lips surrounding his cock would make him think about fucking her pussy. That was the whole point of this.
 
Ethan would have to admit that Callie definitely had a knack for delivering on her threats, at least when it came to shoving a cock down her throat. Her first deep dive would send a noticeable shiver up his spine and make a small gasp issue forth from his lips. David's little slut did have some worthwhile tricks up her sleeve, and now that he had sampled it, Ethan was not the least bit guilty that he was going to ravage her right in this very club.

However, he still wanted to put her to a test, so as his second hand came away from his nostril it made its home in her hair as well and waiting for Callie to have her bit of showing off before Ethan went and did his best to really demand a lot from her. Slowly his fingers interweaved with her hair, and started taking more and more control away from her, his own actions dictating how far down and how fast her sexy little mouth moved over his member. On at least a few occasions he would have her going as fast and deep as he could manage, fucking her throat to give her an example of what to expect when he did get around to invading her womanhood.

After a bit of that abuse, he would throw down her next order, just to make sure her trampy little mouth had the full run of his manhood. "Down to the balls girl, let your mouth give them some attention."
 
Callie could tell that Ethan was enjoying this. Sadly she couldn't see his face. It was just too hard since it was so dark here and it was impossible for her to see him from where she was kneeling on the ground. But she didn't need to see his face to know she was doing a good job. Callie was excellent at giving head. She was sure he was already feeling like he could explode at any moment. She wasn't exaggerating when she said she would blow his mind. She meant every word she said. She was so good at this and she was intending to prove that to Ethan.

She didn't mind it when he moved his hand into her hair so he could control how fast her mouth moved and how deep he was going down her throat. Actually she loved this. Callie may have been small but she didn't like gentle sex. She loved guys who weren't afraid to really fuck her and hurt her. The boring ones were always the guys who were so scared about breaking her that they would be so soft and gentle. Sure she was fragile and breakable. They never seemed to realize that she actually wanted them to break her. She had a feeling Ethan would know what she wanted.

She heard him tell her what to do next so of course she wasted no time before moving her mouth to his balls. She alternated between sucking them and licking them. She knew this had to feel so good to him. The whole time she used her mouth on his balls she would stroke the rest of his cock with her soft hands. She really was a pro. It was a shame all of her talent was being wasted on a husband who barely used her talents.
 
Maybe it was overgenerous to think that she would blow his mind only with this bit of foreplay; Ethan had seen too many women and had too much sex to be so easily emptied. However, it was a fair assessment to say that Callie was among the most talented and versatile dick suckers that had ever wrapped her lips around Ethan's member. This could have been proven by the fact he was moaning lightly as he forced himself down her throat and the coke forced itself towards the synaptic nodes of his brain. The two experiences were truly cooperative, and for a moment while she sucked away at his balls he closed his eyes to just let the feeling of the air, the music, her saliva and her breathing all just wash over his nerves.

But his mind would never deviate from the original goal, which would be to break her. This was the flaw his brother had made; he never broke the spirit of a wild horse so that she could be tamed and kept without question. Maybe he didn't want to keep her, but over time, beginning with tonight, he would make his brother's wife cry and moan until her lungs were empty.

With his hands still in her hair he would bring her up from his privates, and get her back in the seat. The agreement at this point was to have her do a line, and then he would go down on her, but he thought of a way to sweeten the deal, mostly for himself. Once she was back in place, he would say "Do another line, then get on the table and give me a strip show, then come sit on the edge, and I'll work to blow your mind." He ordered, speaking softly but with the clear intention in his voice that everything he threatened, he'd do.
 
Callie was really sad when he moved her away from his cock and made sure she got out from under the table. She thought she would get to suck him for a lot longer than that so she was really disappointed that she already had to stop. She was a bit worried that he made her stop because he wasn't enjoying it but then again she knew how crazy that sounded. Of course he loved what she did to him. All the guys she was with in the past told her she was the best cock sucker ever. She knew they weren't lying to her. Her father had taught her to give the best head when she was a little girl. It was sick when you thought about it but she was just happy she knew how to give such good head. There were a lot of men out there who owed a lot to her father.

She looked into his eyes as she listened for his next command. By now she knew that he was the one controlling everything. She had to do whatever he said. Callie was a submissive slut so she always loved it when a guy got all demanding. There was nothing sexier than a man who wasn't afraid to really hurt her and fuck her brains out. She was pretty sure Ethan would be like that and she couldn't wait to find out. It drove her crazy to know she wouldn't feel him inside of her for awhile but at least she knew it would be worth the wait.

"Yes sir.." She said, giggling softly before she moved her head down to the table and did another line. It took affect immediately and she felt even more wild than before. She jumped up on the table and began moving her hips in small circles to the beat of the music as she slowly removed her dress. She took it off strap by strap, taking her time because she wanted to tease him as much as possible. Finally she got it off and threw it on the other seat. Now all she had on was her black laced push up bra. She took that off slowly and now stood there in only her five inch heels. She was not taking those off. "Would you like more, sir? I don't really have anything else to remove.." She said, giggling softly as she moved to sit on the edge of the table.
 
Ethan was happy with the way she submitted herself so easily, and he was even more content that she ignored the small group of people who watched her take off her clothes before walking away with a grin on their faces. The last thing he needed for her to do was gain an ego boost and become a little too cocky in her talents. Maybe it was a faulty fear for him; he could easily bring her back down to her knees if he had to, given by the fact she was standing naked before him on a table in a club...most men only wish they could have his vicious luck.

When she sat herself down on the edge of the table before him, he would make sure to spread her legs wide, and slowly slid his hands down towards her back end so he could pull her womanhood closer to him. "No my little pet, your heels are a welcomed addition. Now let me work my magic as I pull you deeper into my world." He said, and within a few moments she would feel his tongue running along her sensitive slit, stopping at her clit to flick it quickly before resuming his slow taste of her. As his left hand settled on her outer thigh his right decided to slide itself into her warm, wet womanhood and feel around a bit as his continued on her clit quickly and with precision.
 
Callie didn't notice anyone around her because Ethan was the only guy she had eyes for right now. None of the other guys mattered to her. She smirked at him as she looked at him. She wanted him so badly and she couldn't wait to see what he was about to do to her. She knew this night was going to be so much fun. This was a lot better than sitting at her house waiting for David to come home. She probably wouldn't be coming home at all tonight. She doubted David would worry. She could always just tell him she ran into some friends at the club and spent the night with them. He trusted her. He would never guess in a million years that she was with his brother right now. She'd probably feel guilty in the morning but right now all she felt was pleasure.

She giggled softly, feeling very happy that he loved her heels so much. "Mmm, okay." She told him and watched as he moved his head to her pussy. She let out a loud moan the second he ran his tongue along her slit. It felt so good. David hardly ever ate her out. It was so disappointing because she loved it when guys did this to her. Thank God Ethan was giving her what she wanted so badly. "Oh, Ethan! That feels so good!" She moaned out loudly as she ran her hands through his hair so she could push his head even closer to her. She groaned when he stopped at her clit but luckily he continued to lick her. She really lost it when his finger entered her. This was so amazing. If this was so good she could only imagine how amazing it would be when he finally fucked her.
 
Ethan was a bit taken by surprise when Callie responded in such a vicious way. There were one of three possibilites as to why she reacted like that, one, his brother was really useless in the sack, and she hadn't been licked in a long time. Two, the drugs had taken a serious effect on her body and her nerves were firing at an unnatural level, or three, she was just an overdramatic slut. Any was a possibility, but none of it really mattered to Ethan as he licked her vigorously and deeply, actually liking her taste and the way her body moved under his attentions.

His desire would keep him here for a bit longer, finger sliding in and out of her at a quick pace, before curiousity struck in, and he decided to test the boundaries of her sluttiness. Slowly his finger retreated from her wet womanhood and decided to push into her ass, wanting to see her reaction before he brought her down for the grand finale.
 
Callie didn't think she was being over dramatic or anything like that. She always got like this when a guy was pleasing her. She loved showing him that he was doing a good job. She didn't care how loud she was being. She wanted people to hear her and be jealous that she was receiving all this pleasure while they weren't. "Oh, Ethan!" She shouted out again. Her whole body was shaking with pleasure. The drugs were also making this even more amazing for her. She never knew it could feel this good when a guy ate her out.

She really loved how he had his finger inside of her. It felt incredible. She was shocked when she felt his finger move to her ass but of course she loved it. She was a slut so she would love anything he wanted to do to her. Nothing was off limits. Surprisingly no one had ever fucked her ass before and she was hoping Ethan would be her first. She wanted him in her ass. Of course she needed him to fuck her pussy first but hopefully her ass would come next.
 
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