AN: I'm going a bit more graphic with the smut in this one, FYI, as in the words I use might be a little more crass? But I don't see a lot of smut happening after this for a good long while, because it is a love story between Chiara and Drew, and they don't like each other at the moment, you know? This could end up more like the UK Crush story, where more attention is paid to the tangential relationships, we'll see.
And I need covers! They do NOT have to have Harry, because this isn't a fanfic, okay? I was kind of thinking Antoni Porowski (and yes, I know he's gay, but he's also yummy, you know?) and for the girl anyone short, brownish hair, not skinny, blue eyes? Or the cover doesn't have to have people, how about just flowers? Or drawings? Anime? Whatever, let your imagination run wild? Even just a pretty country house...

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The pounding of the music was starting to give Drew a headache. He wondered if anyone had any paracetamol. He looked around the people he was with.

They were more likely to have cocaine than pain relievers, truth be told.

There were a few guys, like there always were; they were waiting to see whom Drew would choose, so they could hopefully squabble over the leftovers and get a shag, or at least a blow job, out of it.

Drew was hoping to get both.

The girls were chattering like magpies, moving from here to there, always in his field of vision, showcasing themselves to him. They smelled very expensive, but, again, all of their perfumes were combining to exacerbate his headache, and Drew thought longingly of his country house, Langton, just sitting, cool, quiet and empty, in the countryside of Kent.

But he had physical needs, too, didn't he? They were a fact of life, and he needed to meet the need to fuck someone before he could meet his other, less base, needs. He surveyed his choices.

One girl had her hair in a sleek bob, blonde hair hanging down in a curtain to swish along her neck from time to time. She was wearing a sky-blue dress that was so short Drew was sure he'd seen a bit of her bits and pieces a few times. Which meant no knickers. Or bra, he decided, seeing how things were bouncing up top. She had nice enough tits, but he didn't know about a girl who arrived at a club without knickers.

Another girl had long, curly red hair, with a smattering of freckles and dark brown eyes. She was not very tall, and curvy, and had been giving Drew very sultry glances from beneath long lashes, in between leaning on him and laughing at everything. Drew wondered if her other hair was as red and pretty as the hair on her head.

There was also a girl with wavy blonde hair who looked and sounded vaguely Scandinavian. Her body appeared to be flawless in her pink dress. The cut and color of the dress made it seem from a distance that she wasn't wearing anything at all. She had eyes that looked like cut blue crystals as she gazed at Drew, listening intently as he spoke.

The last girl he was considering had hair that was colored pink and grey, to complement her grey sparkly dress. She had a stud in her nose, and Drew could see tiny rods through her nipples because her dress was nearly see through and the material was very thin.

He wished he could somehow tell which girl was wearing which perfume. That would help him decide, probably. One of them had some kind of vanilla base scent that was very off-putting, and was contributing to his headache. Someone else had some sort of floral perfume which was quite nice. It was so faint, though, that he couldn't tell who was wearing it.

From across the room, a very drunk Luke hoisted a drink in his direction, spilling a little.

"Whoops!" he heard his friend say. Luke, too, was surrounded by girls, including a couple who'd started out in Drew's group, but had given up on him and moved on.

Just then, the redhead leaned in to ask if he wanted a drink, and Drew got a whiff of flowers, something like gardenias or freesias.

Redhead it was, then.

"Let's get out of here," he said to her with his trademark smile. He could tell the girl was looking at the slight cleft in his chin. Drew found this strange. Why would a dent in one's face make someone so happy?

"Okay, Drew, where do you want to go?" she asked, again leaning into speak directly into the shell of his ear.

He could feel her breasts pressing into his arm as she did this, and he felt his cock twitch and start to harden.

It had been a while.

"They have rooms in the back that they reserve for us," he told her, taking her arm and beginning to lead her away.

"Brilliant," the girl said, her smile wet and loose.

But when they got to the room, where champagne had already been set out, Drew was surprised to find the girl with the colorful hair and nipple piercings had followed them.

"We don't go anywhere without each other," the redhead explained. "It keeps us safe, I think."

"You want me to wait outside?" the pierced girl asked, smiling.

"No, please stay, the more the merrier," Drew answered, sliding a hand around her waist and pulling her close to kiss her.

She slid her tongue expertly into his mouth, opening wide as she did so, and Drew could feel his cock doing more than twitch.

"Wait, wait, I forgot, phones in here, please," he requested, pulling out a drawer.

Both girls smiled and deposited their phones. Then Drew wound a rubber band around the knob and the decoration cut into the top of the desk.

"All safe," he declared.

He reached for the piercings girl and pulled her so she was sitting on his lap on the couch, and leaned over to kiss her redheaded friend.

"Oh shit, I can't believe we're screwing Drew Pennington," piercings girl said.

Drew was about to tell both girls to forget it when the girl on his lap pulled her dress over her head in one smooth movement. She was left sitting on him in just her tiny pink knickers. Drew was eye to eye with her pert breasts, which looked like they were blinking because of the rods.

He leaned forward and took one in his mouth, biting the rod gently and pulling.

The girl dropped her head back and let out a low moan as she grasped Drew's curls and pressed his head into her.

The redhead had somehow shed her dress as well, and she was wearing a very sexy shelf-bra and knickers set. Her breasts were large, perfect circles on her front, the nipples prominent through the thin covering of the bra.

Oh fuck.

Drew gestured for her to come closer, and put his free arm around her so he could attack her breast through the bra.

"Feels amazing," the girl murmured as she unhooked her bra, exposing those perfect tits to Drew.

The girls got busy undressing him, and Drew just sat in a half-drunken stupor, wondering how he'd gotten into this situation again. The truth was that from this point on he could probably just sit and do nothing, and the results would be the same.

"Look at that cock, it's huge!" the redhead said to piercing girl.

Drew again just sat with his "huge cock" exposed, wondering which girl would suck it first. He pulled out a condom from the drawer and rolled it on in less than five seconds. He always used a condom, and they were always his own. He wasn't risking his future.

Piercings girl got to her knees and put her mouth on him, as Drew watched her lips stretch to accommodate him. She kept her hands busy on the shaft and his balls, rubbing and kneading as her spit-covered lips moved up and down and she sucked on him.

"Oh, fuck me, that feels good," he said in spite of himself. "God."

In the meantime, the redhead pulled him so he was lying on the sofa so she could once again push her bountiful breasts in his face.

Drew grabbed her by her hair and held her so he could suck on them. He could feel her soft-hard nipples in his mouth, he could feel her arch her back and stiffen as he bit her.

"I want to eat you out," he mumbled to her. "Turn around."

Without another word she turned and put a knee on either side of his head.

Her pubic hair was red, shaved into a rectangular strip that led right to her clit.

Drew grabbed her hips and pulled her onto his face, licking into her pussy as the piercings girl sped up her attention to his cock.

Fuck.

The redhead's clit was already huge, engorged with blood, and it took almost no time for Drew to make her come. She was holding the back of the sofa with one hand, her head tipped back, huge breasts silhouetted against the ceiling.

"Jesus, one of you, on my cock, right now," he ordered, gasping for breath. "I need to fuck someone."

Piercings girl obliged him, releasing him from her mouth with a pop so she could climb on. She was hot and tight on him, making Drew want to turn over so he could really fuck her.

He pushed the redhead off him and did just that, trapping the girl under him and rutting up into her as hard as he could.

As he watched, the redhead leaned forward to kiss piercings girl on the mouth, putting her manicured hands on the other girl's pierced breasts.

As he fucked her, the other girl pulled on the rods until the girl he was in cried out, half in pleasure, half in pain, he thought.

Hot.

"Drew, you're so big," redhead said, her drunken voice filled with admiration. She began to touch herself as she watched.

Drew nearly lost his wood at her silly words, but he hung on. It helped to watch her play with herself as her large breasts swayed in front of his face.

"Ah, I'm going to come already, shit," piercings girl murmured under him, and Drew put his fingers on her clit, expertly rubbing it to help her along.

He was always a gentleman, after all.

A minute later, he came too, around when the redhead masturbated herself to a few climaxes in front of him. He plunged into the girl on the sofa as he spasmed and emptied into the condom.

"Drew you're so deep inside me, I feel like you'e in my throat," the girl said.

Drew pulled out, holding onto the condom so it wouldn't come off. He pulled it off, wrapped it in a tissue, and tossed it in the bin next to the sofa.

"Wow, you're fit," redhead said. "You must work out tons, right?"

Drew sighed. This was the part he dreaded.

"Whenever we have time," he said with a smile. He reached for his clothes and quickly pulled them on, his back to the girls.

When he turned around, fully dressed, he saw that they hadn't begun to get dressed yet.

And he saw the look.

Shit.

"Listen, I have to go," he said to the girls, smiling again. He reached over and flicked the rubber band off the knob on the drawer with an expert flick of his wrist. "I had a great time, thanks."

"Us too," the redhead said. "Thanks."

"So feel free to use the room, yeah? As long as you want," Drew told them. "Invite some friends, order some more champagne, it's on me, okay?"

The girls smiled, and he knew the piercings girl was getting ready to say or ask something he didn't want to hear, so he spoke first as he headed for the door.

"Hey, listen, thanks again, it was amazing," he repeated, his hand on the knob.

He left without another word, calling for his car as he did.

"Where to, Mr. Pennington?" his driver asked. "Another club? Diamonds, maybe? Mr. Hunter went there a while ago, he's probably still there." Mr. Hunter referred to Ned.

Drew considered. The truth was that he would rather die than go to another club.

"No," he said, making a decision. "Let's go to Kent."

"To your new place?" the driver asked, a little surprised. "Is it furnished? I mean, will you have a place to sleep and all?"

"Well, it'll be a bit rough, but the bed was delivered this afternoon, so I won't have to sleep on the floor," Drew reassured his driver. His name was Nolan, he remembered.

Two hours later Drew was opening the door to his new house.

"You sure you're going to be okay, Mr. Pennington?" Nolan asked, concerned.

"I'm going to be fine, honest," Drew reassured him.

He wandered through the huge, echoing corridors of Langton, finding his bedroom more by accident than anything. Sure enough, a huge bed sat where he'd requested. It was bare, no sheets, nor even pillows, but Drew didn't care.

He was exhausted, and simply fell forward onto the bed, face-planting as he bounced.

He was snoring one minute later.