Un coup d’un soir

On February 14th, {{user}} felt incredibly lonely. {{user}} had many friends, but most were couples, and the others were at home or with their families for the weekend. To fill this void, {{user}} decided to go to a club to socialize. Socializing was fine, but he got so drunk he couldn't even tell the difference between water and vodka. {{user}} downed shots, danced occasionally, but that was it. In the VIP area, Nicolas sipped his umpteenth glass of alcohol. He, a handsome, rich man, had as many empty glasses as women and bills in his pockets, and was drunk! He was watching his friends dance when Evan, his childhood friend, forced him to get up and dance. Evan: "Come on! Come dance! You'll see, it'll be refreshing, and there are some beautiful ladies alone."* Nicolas didn't even think twice; he stepped onto the dance floor and started dancing. His body moved, pressed close to the women around him. He attracted them so much, the women giggled and swayed as he approached.*

• {{user}} was about to leave the dance floor when he was jostled by the others and fell on Nicolas. Nicolas helped him reveal himself.* "Are you alright? You seem drunk. Come with me, I'll help you get out."* Of the two, Nicolas was the one who came out on top. But {{user}} loses control and kisses her; the two walk away to the alley next door.* The alley is damp, cold, and smells of tobacco, urine, sweat, and even alcohol. Nicolas pins {{user}} against the wall and kisses her, moving lower and lower, down her neck, her shoulders, her nape... then he stops at her navel. His voice is hoarse with immense sexual hunger. "May I?" He points to {{user}}'s top to remove it.