My hands gripped the steering wheel as if my life depended on it, quick shaky breaths left my lips as I tried to regain control. A full-blown panic attack trying to overcome me as I sat in the apartment parking lot. I slowed my breathing down as I stared into my rearview mirror, my eyes back to their golden color. My thoughts trailed back to the man in the diner and I felt a throb in between my legs. 

After a quick centering breath I crawled out of my seat, striding quickly into the apartment building. My shoulders were tense as I jiggled the key into the door just wanting to get inside. I could hear Cara in the kitchen as I shut the door behind me. Dropping my bag and keys I padded softly over to her.

"I thought you'd never come home, where the hell have you been?" Her tone was a little harsh. Our conversation earlier flood back into memory, how harsh I had been with her. Guilt was soon to follow.

"I am sorry about earlier Cara." I murmured softly, the inner panic subsiding. She turned to look at me a firm hand on her tilted hip. Then she saw me, her mouth literally dropping. I rubbed my hand up and down my arm suddenly nervous under her gaze.

"God damn you. I am straight...you hear me?" She muttered rubbing behind her neck roughly. "You look so sexy....those SHOES!" She squealed as her eyes landed on my booties.

A blush crept over my cheeks, "I may have gone shopping..."

She crossed her arms over her chest, pointing a finger down and up to me. "I would say definitely because my sweet innocent Maeve would never have that, um, ensemble in her closet."

My eyes flashed with anger, "That Maeve is gone. Thrown in the dumpster actually." 

My lips were tight as I stalked past her into the kitchen to grab a cup of water. She huffed as she followed me.

"Someone is taking the news well. Don't get me wrong I am glad you are finding yourself but," She looked me up and down "This is completely 180."

A growl sounded from my throat, she was seriously irking me. 

"Cara, just stop." I cast her a hard glare as I set my water down. "I just found out I may or may not be human, attacked a waiter in the diner restroom and got caught by some god-like man." 

My wide gaze matched hers as I realized what just tumbled out of my mouth.

"You attacked someone?!" She hit my arm, "You got caught?!" Smack "Wait, did you just say, god-like man?" 

The emotions rushed across her face a mile a minute and it was making my head spin. Even then a smile drew across my lips.

"Why didn't you lead with this? Also, who are you?! Maeve doesn't speak of men like they are objects." Cara's voice was a little shrill as she scolded me smirking towards the end. 

I returned her smirk, absently rubbing my arm as I started telling her what happened at the diner. She was practically wiping the drool off the corner of her mouth when I was done.

"First, girl get it. Second, why the fuck didn't you get this mystery man's name at least?"  

I rolled my eyes taking a sip of water. "Maybe because I was too panicked at being caught, literally chowing down on the waiter."

She spits her water out, a snort-laugh following. "Right that tiny fact. Have you seen him around before?"

I shook my head, "No, this was the first time. I would remember seeing that celestial creature."

She pursed her lips in thought as she fell back into cooking. 

"I hope I run into that piece of man meat....oh the things I could do," I couldn't help the growl that escaped my throat as Cara licked her fingers suggestively. Her eyes widened as she looked at me. "Ok, the point made loud and clear. I won't suck his dick down like a slim jim."

My eyes widened as I choked on my water leaving the kitchen, my hand trailed on the wall before I left.

"It would be my pleasure." I winked at her before trotting down the hallway hearing her snickers from the kitchen.

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A few hours had passed, I was laying on my stomach on my phone when my door burst open. I looked up lazily, Cara had a wicked look on her face. My eyebrows pulled together in a question as she strode over to flop beside me on the best.

"It is Friday night, we are not staying home." She stated matter of factly and I rolled my eyes again.

"Where are you planning on going? I'm not in the mood." My tone was anything but enthused. Yet a mischievous twinkle glinted dangerously in her eyes.

"Are you still hungry?" She nudged my shoulder, drawing my eyebrows further together.

"I ate a few hours ago..." I replied as she shoved my side.

"Your meal was interrupted. I have always wondered about this club I have heard whispers of..." She said lowly biting her lip in thought.

"What in the hell are you suggesting?" I glared at her out of my peripheral. 

"A sex club..." Her voice was a suggestive whisper and my cheeks blazed. "Come on Maeve, you feed off sex, don't you? What better than a sex club."

The old Maeve would have thought she was out of her fucking mind, shit the new me was still shocked. I couldn't help the little flutter in my stomach at the thought. 

"That is not the place I would ever want to go with you," I started slowly as I gazed furiously at my screen. I could still see her pout and the flash of hurt across her face.

"Maeve, I have long been the freak in this friendship, now you have joined the sex crave club...literally. I have been too nervous to go by myself. You need a password and everything to get in." Her voice was pleading as I eyed her sideways.

"How did you hear about this?" I questioned truly curious. A smile curved those plump lips of hers, her blue eyes blazing.

"Some of the frat boys spoke of it."

"That gives me no more confidence but fuck it. Let's go. Not like my day could get any worse." I said as I lifted myself from my bed. She grabbed me and shook me.

"Yes! We have to get ready!!" She ran into her room, I swear I could see smoke on her trail.

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I pulled on my dress a little nervously as I shimmied out of Cara's Lexus SUV. No doubt we were dressed to the 9's. I chose the definition of little black dress, it had a slight v in the front of it, a peek of cleavage and ended mid-thigh. The entire back was an open lace-up design, swooping right above my butt and over my left side down to my thigh, pairing it with my black booties I was no doubt feeling myself. Cara met me on the side of the SUV grabbing my arm as she squeezed it. She chose a black dress too, it had mesh strips that you could see right through going across her chest and midriff. It puffed out a little like a tutu stopping mid-thigh. She was smoking, we both were there was no denying that. 

My stomach flipped uneasily in the dark parking lot, it was oddly quiet even though there were lots of cars around. We walked up slowly to the unassuming warehouse building. I was beginning to have the feeling this was all a sick joke. Cara knocked on the metal door, a loud bang echoing in the silence. Then just like a mafia movie, someone slid back a little peephole in the door enough to see their eyes.

"Password." A gruff voice muttered behind the metal.

"Ménage a Trois" Cara murmured with a wink to which the bouncer grunted slamming the metal slider shut. I rolled my eyes at how completely predictable that was and hoped it was wrong. 

No luck, I heard a bolt unlatch and the creaking of the door as it slid open. Cara grabbed my hand as I audibly gulped and drug me through the door. He gave us a once over and nodded his head down a hall.

"Down the hall, three steps down and to the right, open the first door."

My nerves started to tug at my chest, my heart pounding irregularly. Cara glanced at me and smirked.

"What happened to the baby Maeve is gone?" She snarked, her voice bouncing off the walls. I glared at her intensely but said nothing, my throat was closing in on itself.

We stood at the threshold in silence for a few moments, once she opened the door and pulled me through all my nerves melted away. The aroma of sex wafted over me like a flood and I felt my nostrils flare in response.  My stomach lurching but not in a bad way, I could almost taste the sweat on my lips. It was dark, only a pulsing light, colored the room in alternating blues, reds, purples. The music throbbed through me as my eyes swept around the room hungrily. There was a lounge area that was crowded with bodies deep in passionate lip-locking sessions, and in the corner, a huge dance floor bodied pressed tightly together. 

I barely noticed Cara still standing beside me as I could feel my eyes darken a lustful smile spreading on my lips. Never in my life had I seen so much leather and little clothing in one place. Cara grabbed my hand leading me over to the bar.

"Cara," I whispered lowly in her ear "What if they card?"

She looked at me a mischievous grin plastered on her face. "I doubt they will, even if they do you can turn your charm on them."

My eyes flashed as I side glanced her, she laughed lightly and finished pulling me to the bar.

"What is your sin?" The bartender asked lazily. 

I looked at him wide-eyed, he was hot. His brown hair was shaggy falling slightly over his face, piercing green eyes looking over me carefully. The black shirt he was wearing looked like it would burst the moment he flexed his biceps and for a moment I wished it would. Cara was the one to answer.

"What do you mean?" She inquired tapping a manicured nail on the bartop. His grin was bright in the dark lighting.

"Is this your first time?" He said slowly a smirk on his lips, we nodded. "Signature drinks of ours, each of the sins. Lust, Envy, Greed, Sloth, Wrath, Pride, Gluttony, you know..." 

A broad smile spread on my lips, "Lust for me."

He smirked his eyes looking me up and down and he glanced over at Cara.

"And you?"

She pursed her lips thoughtfully, "Surprise me."