For The First Time

The music kind of sucks. He doesn’t respond well through this lame and loud blaring dubsteps, pounding heartbeat to the max, where the most you can do is nod your head and stomp your feet a little. He took off his aviator and scanned the view around the crowded room with rapid laser lights torching everywhere according to the beats of the music. Moments later he saw an arm rose so high, and a bright smile accompanied the face of his best friend, Brian Haner Jr.

“Matt! Hey! Here!” he whistled.

Matthew Sanders walked across the spacious room and squeezed in between the dancing crowd – with his ass being groped along the way until he stood directly facing his four other best friends.

“The fuck is this place, Gates?” he had to shout to communicate.

“Don’t you know? This is the hot spot, the in-crowd, the latest club trend, the most popular-”

“Whose idea is this?”

Brian smiled sheepishly. “This guy.” He pointed to Jimmy, the tallest guy with philosopher’s beard next to him, who was already wasted with just two shots of absinthe and a pint of rum.

“Oh God. I’d rather just spend my bachelor night playing pool and have fun with you guys. Now I can’t even talk properly!”

“Chill out dude! It’s your last night of being fucking single! You don’t have to be out here with us.” Johnny, the shortest among them got up and swung his arm over Matt’s shoulder.

“What do you mean, Christ?”

“We – and by we, I mean your drunk-ass best man Jimmy, had prepared a special treat for you.”

Matt narrowed his eyes and stared skeptically at Johnny. “What kind of special treat?”

Johnny drew a devilish smile before he turned to look at Brian and Zacky - the green eyed guy with weirdly perfect eyebrow. They returned his devious smile and raised their glasses.

“Here.” Johnny placed something inside Matt’s palm and he was forced to look down. Matt turned his palm over; there was a card key in it. A room number was written on it. It said 26D.

“What is this? Don’t tell me this is like one of your prank you got on Brian when we were in Van-”

“No, grandma! Stop being such a whiny old bitch and just do as you’re told!” Johnny rolled his eyes and continued to explain.

“Now drink this,” he handed over a shot of vodka and Matt took his time to drink it.

“Good. Next, just go straight though the staircase there and you will find a room with bright red light. What’s in there, is your surprise.”

“My surpr-”

“Go get them, tiger!”

Johnny slapped on Matt’s ass and been followed suit by Zacky and Brian too. Jimmy woke up from his drunken daze and saw Matt was being hesitated whether he should go or not.

“DUDEE!!! THE MANN OF THE NIGHTTT!!”

Matt let out a heavy sigh. “Jimmy, what did you plan?”

“Just..go to that room dude…trust me. You’re gonna thank me later.”

“Oh and you need to wear this or you won’t be recognized.”

Brian put on a paper crafted crown on Matt’s head which wrote ‘GROOM’ sloppily on it and shoved his big muscular body ahead. Matt had no choice but to walk the aisle laid before him. Shaking his head at his friends who excitedly giving him moral support, he continued stepping on the metal pathway, crossing path with a few sneering girls in skimpy outfits and a few tough men.

He stopped when his journey finally reached in front of a regular door, in between two other doors which located really discreet from the dancing scene. The walls were made from cushioned material but the doors were ordinary. Matt read the sign on the top part of it; 26D and compared it to the keycard in his hand.

“This better not be another prank.” He muttered, remembering the prank Johnny used to pull on Brian when they were on tour in Canada. Don’t even ask.

He slid the keycard on the lock hole and opened - yes, a bright red light greeted him first but then it went a little dim, right after he closed the door behind him.

“Hello?” he called. Nobody answered for a moment until a spotlight shone brightly upon a small platform facing a long and comfortable couch.

A woman stood underneath the light with her back facing him. She wore a leather jacket with nothing but black lingerie underneath it. Matt gaped at her, thanking God that this wasn’t some prank again when the woman finally spoke after a few minutes of just standing there in a steady pose, revealing her long legs to Matt’s view.

“Have a seat, baby.” She spoke. Her voice sounded smooth but hoarse at the same time. Matt frowned at himself, he once knew a person with that kind of voice but it was impossible that the owner could be here, or be her because she looked way too different.

A song started, an acoustic guitar plucked lightly, followed by the hauntingly beautiful voice of Lana Del Ray. The woman swayed her hips as Matt took a seat on the couch facing her. She danced with only her back and her ass wiggling to Matt eyes. As Lana’s voice sweetly soared in the air, she buried her fingers in her own short blonde hair seductively.

Matt shifted in his seat. Cold manly sweat started to dew on his forehead as she took off her leather jacket slowly and gripped tight the pole in front of her using only one leg. She threw the jacket at Matt and it landed on his face. He could smell her strong but gentle perfume and he immediately aroused by it.

She turned to face him at the chorus and bit her lip when she realized that her client was a fine built man but she couldn’t see his face because of the jacket. She crawled forward, approaching him slowly and he too, slowly pulled down the jacket from his face.

From under his lashes, Matt watched eagerly as she lied on her back, on top of the shiny wooden platform and swayed her body seductively to the raspy voice of Lana. The view of her breasts under those teasingly cleavage was making Matt grunted and wiped of the sweat off his forehead.

She sat up, arching her back and her head, peeking at him with her set of blue eyes upside down. He smiled down at her, his dimples shown off as he got up from his seat and walked closer. Her mouth broke slowly into a smile because she was exactly in front of his crotch and she could sense that it was bulging hard underneath those ripped jeans fabric of his pants.

She straightened her posture with her spine facing him as Matt bit his lower lip and just forgot that he was engaged. He ran a hand to touch her smooth, silky skin and slipped a two dollar bill under her bra clasp before she quickly stood up and turned to face him.

Now the tables have turned. Matt was staring up, his face directly facing her flat belly while she looked down, widened her eyes big at him.

“Oh shit..” she huffed silently.

Matt didn’t hear her and continued to gaze at her from top to bottom until his hazel eyes stopped at her hips, his forehead creased greatly at the sight of a clef treble tattoo on it. He immediately searched for her blue eyes.



“Ry..Ryder?”

The song still played in the background as she turned her back quickly and bit her lip hard. Literally didn’t know what to do or react to him. She had nowhere to run, at least not now.

“Ryder, is that you?” He tried again. He recognized that tattoo so clearly eventhough he hadn’t seen it for almost 11 years.

She closed her eyes and cursed mildly under her breath. After a few baffled moments, she finally turned around again, smiling bitterly at him.

“Hi, Matt.”

Notes

A/N: hi all!! soo...this is my new story! feedbacks are most welcome XD