Lola and Monique stood outside the entry to the nightclub, showing the bouncers their IDs. After their hands got stamped, they proceeded to head into the club. Once inside, they were greeted by a waitress holding a tray of tube shots, asking, "Would you two ladies care for a shot?"

The day Lola had, and how she wanted to forget Seth and the annoying guy on the airplane, she was on a mission to get drunk and looked at the tray, licking her lips before saying with a smile, "If they're free, sure."

Monique smacked Lola's arm. "You know damn well they're not free." She looked at the waitress and pointed to the shots, asking, "What kind of flavors do you have tonight?"

"Alabama Slammer, Sex On The Beach, Forbidden Forest, Purple Hooter, and Tequila Sunrise."

Excited about the flavors and seeing the full tray of delicious tasting shots, Monique asked, "How much for the whole tray?"

"Twenty dollars."

Monique dug into her purse, removed cash, and handed the waitress twenty-five dollars. "My friend here claims she had a horrible day, so I'm determined to make her forget what she went through by getting her drunk. We'll take the entire tray."

The waitress smiled, handing Monique the tray. "Enjoy!"

"Oh, we will," Monique said, humor in her voice.

With a smile, Monique turned, facing Lola and extending the tray toward her. "Start drinking, bitch," she laughed. "We're going to party as we've never partied before. And come tomorrow, you'll wake up a whole new woman."

If only it were that easy, Lola thought.

"Yeah, right," Lola sighed, grabbing one of each flavored shot. "All my problems may disappear tonight. But the moment I open my eyes, not only will I have a massive hangover, but everything I'm drowning my sorrows about tonight will return to haunt me," she said, feeling heartsick. Then, to start her night of forgetting why she begged Monique to take her out drinking, she lifted the five tube shots she grabbed up to her mouth, tilted her head back, and downed them all in one swallow.

"Think positive," Monique laughed, extending the tray closer to Lola's face. "Grab five more and drink up. The rest are mine."

Lola did as Monique told her to do and grabbed five more. As they headed toward the bar, they both drank their shots. Then, as they approached and Monique saw a long line of people waiting to order their drinks, she handed a passing waitress the tray and grabbed Lola's hand. She pulled her through the crowd, forcing their way through, hoping to get a better spot in line.

"You're going to get us kicked out," Lola whined, fearing someone would pick a fight with them for cutting in line.

Monique's arm nudged Lola's. "Relax. We're fine. The guys we just made our way through, I'm sure, would rather us stand in front of them. That way, they can check out our asses instead of the men they're standing behind. So, let's give them something to drool about."

Curious if the guys were pissed or lusting over their backsides, Lola turned around and immediately felt guilty when she noticed the men eyeing them. Assuming they were angry with them, she shrugged while lifting her hands, palms facing up, saying, "You'll have to excuse my friend. She has issues and knows no better."

The men smiled at her and shrugged, saying, "You're good."

"Are you sure? We can go to the back of the line."

"We're sure," the one guy winked, adding, "We have a much better view to gaze at than we did minutes before."

Monique leaned into Lola's ear and laughed. "I told you. Now, live a little. You said it yourself: you need to have fun tonight. So let's do what we came here to do. Let's have fun!"

Lola and Monique were ordering their drinks at the bar twenty minutes later. And as the bartender stood before them, making their drinks, the guy standing behind them leaned over Lola, handing the bartender cash, saying, "Those drinks are on us." He looked at Lola and winked, and with a grin, he suggested, "Maybe we can catch up on the dance floor later—dance and talk."

Lola thought it was a nice gesture by the men, but she wasn't interested in either of them. Instead of leading them to believe they had a chance with her or even Monique, she held up her shot of tequila and margarita and said, "Thank you for the drinks."

She turned, facing Monique, holding the margarita to her lips, saying, "You have no idea how fucking bad I need this right now." She took a sip, then asked, "What would you like to do now?"

Monique laughed as she looked at everyone around them. "Well. We can stay at the bar and see what other suckers will buy our drinks, or we can go to the dance floor and find some poor soul there to tease and get them to buy our drinks. Your choice," she grinned, hoping she'd choose the dance floor.

Lola looked around them, then eyed the packed dance floor. Since she wanted to fill Monique in on what Seth had done in Vegas, and knowing she'd have to shout the shocking details over the loud music, she felt staying at the bar would be better. Her eyes returned to Monique, saying, "Bar first, then we'll hit the dance floor."

Monique shrugged, bringing her drink to her lips, nonchalantly saying, "Okay. You're the boss."

Two seats opened up beside them, and as Lola and Monique sat in the chairs, Lola waved for the bartender to come over. When he did, she ordered another round of shots, then looked at Monique, saying, "I know you weren't prepared to be getting fucked up tonight. So I'd like to thank you for jumping at your feet the moment I called, agreeing to take my sorry ass out, and going along with getting drunk as a skunk."

Monique playfully shoved Lola's shoulder. "Girl, you know me. I'd do anything at the drop of a hat for you."

Lola's lips twisted, feeling guilty for taking her friend away from whatever plans she had before she had called her. "I know. But asking you to take me out was so last minute, and you weren't expecting me to be back from Vegas," she sighed, handing the bartender cash when he returned with their drinks. Lola slid Monique her shot, then picked up hers and faced her friend. "Here's to us having a fun night," she cheered, tapping her glass against Monique's.

Monique downed her shot, then asked, "So. When are you going to tell me what happened in Vegas with Seth?" Eyeing Lola's left hand, she added, "I don't see the ring you thought he had for you."

Lola picked up her drink, took a sip, then set it down and stared at her glass as she admitted, "I threw the ring back at him and told him we were over."

Shocked, Monique's eyes widened. "What?! Why? You were looking forward to him proposing! What the hell happened?" Monique held up her finger. "Hold that thought. That look in your eye tells me we need to order another round of drinks." She turned away from Lola, whistled at the bartender, and then, after ordering them another round, she faced Lola. "Okay. Explain. Did he cheat on you or something?"

Lola shook her head. "No. Seth didn't do anything like that, but he might as well have since what he did has me feeling like he cheated on me."

The bartender returned with their drinks, and as Monique reached into her purse to pay for their drinks, she stopped digging when she heard a man tell the bartender, "You can put their drinks on my tab."

A shiver ran down Lola's spine when she felt a hand rest between her shoulder blades and heard the man offer to buy their drinks.

"All their drinks tonight go on my tab," the man added, setting his glass on the bar top between the girls and shoving it toward the bartender. "I'll take another cognac, please."

Lola thought the man's voice sounded familiar. Afraid to see if it was who she thought it was, she kept her eyes on the drink before her.

"Wow, thank you!" Monique happily expressed, smiling widely.

"You're welcome."

Excited about the guy offering to buy their drinks for the remainder of the night and feeling in heaven with the man's gorgeous looks, Monique leaned into Lola's ear. "Damn, Lola. That guy can buy our drinks all night. He's hot as fuck!"

"What does he look like?" Lola asked, dreading to hear the answer.

"Like a god."

"Nice description, Monique," she retorted, then sighed. "Will you please elaborate?"

Monique diverted her eyes away from Lola and at the dreamy-looking man, saying, "He's got dirty blonde disheveled hair, a sexy ass chiseled jawline, and the most stunning emerald colored green eyes I've ever seen." She leaned closer to Lola. "He kind of reminds me of the Hemsworth brothers."

Lola's beating heart halted, and then it dropped into the pit of her belly. She couldn't believe what she heard and muttered, "No fucking way." Curious if it was the same man that upset her on the airplane, she slowly looked to her right. And when she got the confirmation that it was him, she groaned, "You've got to be kidding me," then shouted, "You!"

Ryder winked and smirked as he acknowledged Lola's disdain. "Hello, Lola... I thought that was you sitting over here." He looked at Monique, asking, "Are you going to introduce me to your beautiful friend?"

Feeling irritated by Ryder's presence, Lola's eyebrows shifted together. "What the fuck? Are you following me?"

Monique was surprised to see they knew each other and smacked Lola's arm. "Do you know this guy?"

Lola looked at Monique angrily, aiming her thumb over her shoulder. "This guy is one of the biggest reasons I wanted to go out tonight."

Monique's eyes widened. She was shocked to hear that a guy like him would upset her friend. "Him?"

"Yes. Him," Lola grumbled. "This guy made my flight home from Vegas a fucking nightmare."

"This guy? Who is he, anyway?"

"He's a fucking dick. That's who he is." Lola quickly stood to her feet, snapping, "Come on, let's go dance."

Amused with Lola's anger, Ryder rested his hand on her shoulder as he leaned to Monique, charming her with his boyish smile as he said, "Don't let her fool you. She couldn't get enough of me on that flight."

Monique was mesmerized by Ryder and was finding it hard to look away from the good-looking man when Lola asked Monique to look at her. All she wanted to do was devour him with her eyes. When her mouth fell, Lola gripped her chin and lifted, closing it. "Don't waste your time with him. He thinks he's some ladies' man. Something he isn't."

"I beg to differ," Ryder said, humored, brushing his lips along Lola's ear, causing a tickle that sent goosebumps to prickle her body.

Ignoring Ryder's advances, Lola looked at her drinks, flabbergasted he was at the nightclub, willing to pay for their drinks for the night, and talking the same as he was on the airplane, exciting parts of her body she wished wouldn't get affected by him—exciting sensations she never experienced with Seth.

Feeling her nerves getting the best of her and needing them to calm down so she could act normal, Lola picked up her margarita, wrapped her mouth around the straw, and sucked the entire drink into her mouth.

Loving what he witnessed, Ryder's hand slapped over his heart, and he leaned to Lola, smiling. "My God, babe. That was hot. You know," he said, pausing to curl his finger around her chin. His eyes lowered to her mouth as he slid his thumb along her bottom lip, saying, "I've got a much better straw you can suck on if you're interested."

Disgusted with his dirty talk, Ryder's hand fell from her chin when she snapped her head Monique's way. "I can't deal with him anymore. Let's go dance." She reached for her shot, slammed it, then took Monique's shot and slammed that too.

Amused with how he was getting under Lola's skin, Ryder laughed, then teased, "Someone's thirsty."

"Screw you, dick," Lola retorted, pulling Monique with her as she headed toward the dance floor.

Ryder leaned against the bar, smiling as he watched the two women walk away. He was determined to get Lola to talk to him, and as he watched her every move, he thought of ways to make that happen. When an idea came to him, he waved for the bartender's attention.

"What can I get for you?"

"What kind of shots are the girls sitting here drinking?"

"Tequila."

Ryder held up three fingers. "Three of those, please—the best tequila you have."

The bartender knocked his fist on the bar a couple of times and smiled. "You got it."

***

"Nooo way! You didn't!" Monique squealed after Lola did what she didn't want to do on the dance floor—tell her what Seth had done and what she did to Ryder on the plane. "And the airlines never threatened to ban you for life after that?" she asked, surprised, rubbing her back up and down Lola's front as they danced, enjoying exciting the guys watching the two dance provocatively.

Lola ran her hands down Monique's arms as she provocatively lowered her body, swaying to the beat of the music, shouting, "No. There wasn't a flight attendant around. Even if there was, they would have known he deserved what he got and would've turned a blind eye since there were a few times they had walked by when he was irritating me. And since he left me alone afterward, he knew it was something he deserved."

When Lola stood, she froze after feeling a body rub against her and how she felt a spark ignite inside her pussy. Since it was the same spark she felt earlier when Ryder touched her, she knew it was him and sighed, closing her eyes. "Why can't you leave me alone?"

She next saw arms extending on either side of her, holding shots in his hands. "I thought you and your friend might be thirsty for more tequila," he said lowly in her ear. Then, her knees turned into jello when he kissed her cheek.

Perturbed, he bought them drinks, kissed her cheek, and how that kind gesture caused her knees to want to buckle, she spun around, shouting over the music, "How will we know if you spiked our shots with a date rape drug?"

Taken aback by her assumption, he laughed, shaking his head. "You're something else." He looked from Lola to Monique, saying, "But to answer your question, you don't."

Lola pushed Ryder's hand toward him, interrupting him. "I'm not drinking it."

"Lola dear. I'll have you know doing something as stupid as having to drug a woman's drink to get what I want isn't my style. Women flock to my feet every chance they can, so why would I need to do something as dumb as that?" Ryder lifted the shot, enticing her to take the drink. "Come on, Lola. Drink it, and let's have some fun!"

Monique's mouth watered as she eyed the shots he was trying to hand them both. Instead of questioning Ryder's motive like Lola was, she took the shot from his hand, smiling as she said, "Thank you. Don't mind if I do!"

Still feeling leery of taking the shot from Ryder, Lola studied the coloring of the liquid, and after not seeing anything out of the ordinary, she took it from his hand. She felt since Monique was willing to trust him, she would too.

With Ryder's eyes on Lola, he smiled the famous cocky smile he knew excited the ladies always, telling her, "You're welcome. I'll leave you two be so you can dance and continue enjoying your night."

Satisfied, he got Lola to trust him; he left the girls on the floor, headed back to the bar, ordered another drink, and then stood watching the girl he was curious about getting to know. While watching Lola dance with her friend, another idea came to him, and he wondered if it would work. Understanding how women are once they start drinking and always going to the restroom, he headed there.

As he approached the restrooms, a woman was on her way out, so he stopped her, asking, "Is there anyone else inside the women's room?"

"Not that I know of. Why?"

The corner of his lip twitched. "If I gave you, let's say, five hundred dollars, would you do something for me?"

She smiled. "For five hundred dollars? Sure!"

"Excellent," Ryder happily said, then filled her in on what he wanted her to do. When she completed the assignment and returned to him, he handed her the money, saying, "Thank you for doing that for me. And because you did it, I gave you an additional hundred-dollar bill. Enjoy the rest of your night," he said, giving her a wink.

"Can I ask why you wanted me to put your number on all the bathroom stalls? Do you realize what could happen?"

He laughed, knowing where she was going with her question. "I do. And right now, I don't care. There's a gorgeous woman here tonight who I've been tying my damndest all day to get her to talk to me. Now, all I can do is hope she'll see it, fall for it, and call me."

She laughed. "And you think that will work?"

He shrugged a shoulder. "Probably not. But at this point, I'm willing to try anything to get what I want."

She laughed again. "Well, alrighty then! Good luck!"

Instead of returning to the bar, he headed to the upper loft of the club, found a table overlooking the dance floor, and sat.

As he looked over the railing, watching Lola and Monique dance, he heard a woman ask, "Would you like a drink?"

Diverting his eyes away from the dance floor and at the waitress beside him, his lips crept upward as he said, "Yes. I need a bottle of tequila, three shot glasses, salt, and limes. I also need two margaritas on the rocks and a glass of cognac, please." He removed cash from his wallet and said, "I have an open tab at the bar under Ryder Dickens." Handing her a hundred-dollar bill, he charmed her by saying, "That's for you, darling," he winked.

Ryder removed his phone from his jacket pocket, set it on the table, and then looked over the rail to see what the girls were up to. When he saw they weren't where they were before the waitress asked what he needed, his eyes roamed the area below, scanning until he spotted Lola and Monique heading to the restroom.

Amusement played on his lips as they curved upward into an overjoyed smile. He reached for his phone and happily muttered, "Let the games begin."

***

"Do you think your man friend is still here?" Monique asked as she entered a stall.

"He's not my friend," Lola groaned, "And I fucking hope he left."

"Why? The man's gorgeous!"

Lola's eyes rolled. She knew he was good-looking, but wasn't fond of him or how he spoke to her. "He's highly annoying."

Monique laughed. "I think he likes you. What's so wrong with that? You're single now," she expressed, trying to get her friend to see there are plenty more fish in the sea.

"Newly single. Not even twenty-four hours single," Lola reminded.

"So!" Monique shouted, shrugging her shoulders. "Go for the rebound fuck. Haven't you ever heard those are the best one-night stands to have? Obviously, you won't be taking Seth back after what he did, so it's not like you have to worry about what he thinks. At least I know I wouldn't take him back after what he did. And if I were you, I'd sue the fuck out of him. What a fucker," Monique angrily sighed as she exited the stall.

"Yeah, right," Lola sighed, blowing the stray hairs dangling in her eyes away. "I will not have a rebound fuck, let alone a one-night stand with that man. As Seth goes, I don't plan on taking him back, and yes, I plan on bringing him to court."

Lola looked at the door in front of her and laughed when she saw 'For a good time call...'

She knew the message was new since Lola and Monique had been at the nightclub the night before she and Seth flew to Vegas, and in the stall, she was now. She laughed again as she entered the number into her phone.

"What's so funny?"

"Someone wrote on the door. For a good time call, blah blah blah. I didn't think people still did that shit."

"I saw the same message on my stall door as well. I wonder if it's the same number?"

Lola read the number off, and after Monique confirmed it as the same phone number, Lola laughed. "I feel like messing with him or her," she said as she exited the stall. She went to the sink to wash her hands, then stood against the wall, texting the number to see what they'd say. "Let's see what happens."

Monique stood beside her, watching, smiling, and snorting as Lola typed her message, surprised Lola wanted to mess with a stranger.

Lola: Hey there. Are you still looking for a good time, or did that expire?

Once Lola sent the message, she stood against the wall, waiting for that person to respond.

"Let's sit at the bar and do this. I don't want to spend our time inside a bathroom."

Agreeing with Monique that hanging out inside a public bathroom wasn't a place to hang out, they headed back inside the club, found an empty table, and sat, waiting for a text to arrive. A text came in just as they ordered their drinks with the waitress.

Excited to see it was the person responding to her, she laughed, picked up her phone, and said, "This is going to be so much fun!"

Unknown: That depends.

Lola: On what?

Unknown: I don't know. Why don't you tell me?

Lola: You're the one with your phone number written on every bathroom stall at Thrusters Rhythm nightclub.

Unknown: Are you there right now?

Lola: Possibly. Are you at the club tonight?

Unknown: Maybe. Why don't you call me? I'd like to hear who I'm talking with.

Lola: Sorry, no phone calls. I'd rather we just text.

Unknown: How do I know if you're a man or a woman?

Lola: I'm wondering the same thing.

Unknown: I'm a man, you?

Lola: Woman.

"Maybe you should just call the person. That could be anyone on the other end, you know," Monique addressed as she lifted her drink to her lips.

Lola snickered. "I'm just having a little fun. Something I'm in desperate need of tonight."

Unknown: Okay, now that we've gotten that straightened out. Call me.

Lola: Sorry... I only text.

Unknown: If you're looking for a good time, I need you to call me. I need to be sure I'm talking with a woman. Plus, it would be nice to know how much fun you really are.

Lola: I'm a lot of fun. But I'm not so sure you could handle me.

Unknown: Try me.

Lola looked at Monique and snorted. "I should take a picture of my breasts and send it to him. It's not like whoever is on the other end knows who I am."

Monique didn't like that idea and tried talking her out of doing such a thing. "No, they don't. But now that person has your phone number. I wouldn't send him a picture of your breasts. He could be some psycho stalker."

She shrugged a shoulder. "That's okay. I can always block the number later..." Lola thought about it for a moment and imagined the look he'd give once a picture of her tits came through on his phone. "I'm going to do it. They're just tits, right?"

"You're crazy," Monique nervously laughed.

Lola stood. "I'll be right back."

She hurried to the restroom, went into a stall, and as she closed the door, she shook her head, muttering, "I can't believe I'm doing this. This has got to be the craziest thing I've ever done. Never have I ever sent anyone a picture of my tits."

Without giving it another thought, she lifted her shirt and snapped a picture of her breasts. On her way back to the table, she added the photo to the text message and hit send.

"I can't believe you did that," Monique scolded with an uncomfortable smile as Lola sat. "By Seth doing what he did, turned you into a fucking crazy woman."

"Oh, hush," Lola laughed.

"I know I've always told you that you need to live a little. But damn. There's no way I'd ever send a stranger a shot of my breasts."

Lola waved her hand over her face, blowing off Monique's comment. "I'm sure it's the tequila talking, and come tomorrow, I'm sure I'll regret it. But right now? I don't care." She saw her phone light up from the corner of her eye and giggled. "He responded to my picture. Let's see what he said."

Unknown: Very lovely. I wasn't expecting you to send me a picture of your tits. Which, by the way, are very fucking beautiful. Since you sent me a picture of your breasts, why don't you send me a picture of your face? It would be nice to match the face with those beautiful tits.

Monique shook her head, laughing at his response. "Girl, you're going to get yourself in trouble. I just know it."

"Relax. We're just having fun!"

Instead of sending him a picture of her face, Lola brought the phone up to her eyes, snapped a picture, and then sent it to him.

Unknown: Those are beautiful bedroom fuck me eyes. But I'm still looking for the face to match those two sets of beautiful eyes you have.

Lola: I thought you said you were looking for a night of fun?

Unknown: I am.

Lola: So, why end the game?

Unknown: I didn't know this was a game.

Lola: It is now. Maybe it's time you send me a picture of you. I need to know who I'm playing with.

Unknown: Tsk. Tsk. Tsk... Are you trying to cheat at your own game?

Lola: No. If you want to continue playing this game, you'll have to come to find me instead of sending me a snapshot of you. I'm at the nightclub as we speak, with a very beautiful friend of mine. If you can find me, we can continue with this game and have the fun you want.

Unknown: Game on. What are you wearing?

Lola: Clothes I came here wearing.

Unknown: If I find you, will those clothes find a way of falling to my bedroom floor?

Lola: You'll have to find me for that even to happen.

Unknown: I'll find you.

Monique finished the rest of her drink. "I hope you know what you're doing."

Lola finished her drink, licked her lips, then turned her gaze to Monique. "I'm here to have fun, and that's what I'm doing. Earlier, you pushed that I should have a rebound fuck. Who knows? Maybe that's what'll end up happening. You never know. This person could turn out to be the love of my life," she wondered.

"Yeah, I know. I did say that. But you have no idea what this person looks like. What if he's ugly? Or worse. What if he's a Charles Manson follower?"

Lola cackled. "Relax, girlfriend. I'm sure he's not a Manson follower. Besides, I'm not worried, anyway, because whoever this person is, he'll never find me. Guaranteed."

Hope you enjoyed the chapter!🤞🤞