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You should’ve known going out tonight would be a bad idea. You weren’t feeling it anyway, as you tried to tell your friend. But she insisted you go out with her because, in her words, “it’s not like you had anything to do.” And you, being the good friend you wanted to be, you eventually gave in. Like always.

Now you sat at the far end of a bar from a club you frequented, while your friend danced in the middle of the room with a stranger you knew she’d forget about in 2 days. Your friend's actions don’t reflect yours. That’s what you tell yourself anyway. As much as you don’t like one-night stands as much as she does, you have one once in a blue moon. But you always come to regret it later. It’s not like the sex was exceptional anyway, and you’d probably never see them again, so you too eventually forgot about them. But you still sat here, watching them as you took another shot after shot until the burn in your throat didn’t bother you anymore.

Perhaps the heavy drinking was a sign. For a while, you felt off. You had the feeling that something or someone was watching you. You thought you were going crazy, or perhaps you already were. You even debated calling your doctor for stronger meds. But you ultimately held off, because deep down you knew your suspicion was correct. Even though you didn't want it to be. For once, you so desperately wanted to be wrong. You didn’t even tell your friend about it either.

You began seeing him a few weeks ago, just in the corner of your eyes. Nothing more, nothing less. The figure with the blue mask. When you’d go out anywhere, whether it was to go to the store, or even to take out the trash of your shitty apartment, he was there— just standing. Always hidden behind the tall, thick trees, he stood just as motionless as the trees. One second too late, or you’d miss him, and when you’d do a double take, he’d already be gone. It was like magic. But you knew magic didn’t exist.

You saw him everywhere. You weren’t even sure if you could call it a him. You never saw a face, just the mask. But how could you miss it when it contrasted the dull colors of the outside? It was as comforting as it was haunting. At first, you tried to ignore it. The first two or three times, you truly tried to brush it off, until you just couldn’t anymore. It was almost a daily occurrence. You debated just not leaving the house at all and becoming a shut-in. But you knew that wasn’t realistic. You had a life, and a job, and this thing or person wasn’t going to disturb that. Until you saw him at the other end of the bar, too.

You began to panic almost immediately. Why was he here? What could he possibly want from you? You also began to wonder how no one was questioning the man with the mask, but like you, they were here to drink away their worries and stress. But seeing him here, closer than ever, was almost enough to sober you right up. Unfortunately, you clung to the feeling of drunkenness as much as you could. It was a stupid decision, and part of you should’ve known that, but your mind tried to deny the reality in front of you in any way it could.

To get away from him, you decided to draw your friend’s attention. You stood up from your seat and stumbled your way to the dance floor. At first, she didn't even notice you coming up from behind her. But you reached out and clung to her arm. Startled, she turned to you and her face dropped upon seeing yours. You didn’t know just how distressed you looked.

“Honey, what’s wrong?” Your friend whispered in your ear. The music was too loud, so you had to lean into her as well before you responded.

“I’m not feeling too good. I think I just have to use the bathroom. If you need me, I’ll be in there,” You answered, pointing to the direction of the bathroom. It was on the opposite end of the entrance door. There were the women’s, men’s, and employee bathrooms. Your mind ultimately decided that the employee one would be safer.

Compared to the other public bathrooms with stalls, the employee bathroom was one singular bathroom that you could close all the way and lock. You knew there was a chance you could get in trouble for this, but it's not like you were going to hang out here for very long. You just wanted to get yourself to sober up some more. Rinse your mouth, wipe your eyes— just breathe.

Your friend gave you a nod as you walked away, pushing yourself past the crowd to reach the bathroom. You just prayed no one was in there or that none of the employees could see you going in. Surely if they caught you and questioned you for it, you could just say you were feeling unsafe, which isn’t technically a lie. You are going to give your friend an earful when you two are sober and home. You did tell her you didn’t want to go out to begin with.

Not even two minutes later, you stood in front of the bathroom door. The big ‘Employees Only’ sign was plastered right at the front of it. But still, you looked around and opened the door when you figured you were clear. You went in and immediately shut the door behind you, switching on the light. The lights flickered to life, and you squinted as you tried to adjust to the increased amount of light in the room.

The bathroom was cozier than you expected. Nothing fancy, but quite spacious for just an employee bathroom. It was clean, but definitely not spotless. You let out a sigh as you made your way to the toilet, sitting down on the closed lid. You held your head in your hands, unsure of what to do. On one hand, you had enough anxiety coursing through your body to kill a medium-sized horse, but on the other hand, the alcohol made it rather difficult to truly comprehend how fucked you were. You began to wish you had brought your Advil with you.

You stood up once again, making your way towards the sink. You looked at yourself in the mirror, noticing your makeup was slightly smudged. But you still thought you looked good, nonetheless. If you weren’t so worried about your current situation, you’d actually be enjoying yourself. Your makeup looked good, and the short black dress you chose for the night looked especially good on you. Not to mention the baby pink set you had on underneath. But alas, here you were. Hiding in the bathroom to get away from someone you don’t know. It was pathetic. You couldn’t help but sigh again.

You stared at your reflection in the mirror for what felt like forever. You gripped the sides of the sink, not even noticing that your knuckles began to turn white. The music outside continued to blast, but sounded muffled from where you stood now. You could feel your heartbeat in your throat. Or perhaps it was the loud music that reverberated off the walls and floor. Either way, it was uncomfortable. This whole thing just felt like a bad dream that couldn’t end. In the midst of your self-pitting, someone began trying the door, and they didn't have to try very hard. You forgot to lock it.

Your head snapped towards the door, already thinking of how you’d apologize for using the employee bathroom without permission. Well, you didn’t think you’d get permission anyway if you asked, but still. However, any possible apology flew out the door as soon as you saw who it was. It was him, the masked man. Your heart fell to your stomach. You felt like throwing up. Just when you thought it couldn’t possibly get worse, it absolutely did. Of course it did.

Your grip loosened on the sink, and you slowly began to back up, eventually hitting the wall. But as you were backing up, he only moved deeper into the bathroom until the door was fully able to close behind him. He actually made sure to lock it this time. It seemed like, for a moment, time stopped.

Your mouth felt drier than you expected. You gulped, thinking of what to say or do. Clearly, he had the upper hand; he was in front of the only exit after all. You looked down at the floor as you finally pushed yourself to speak up.

”What are you doing here?” You croaked. “Who are you? What do you want? Have you been following me all this time?” The questions just began to flood out before you could stop yourself. But you deserved to know.

The man didn’t respond; he only pushed his hands into his sweater and tilted his head to the side, almost as if he was thinking. It’s not like you could truly tell; his face was covered. But you still watched and observed him, slowly putting together the things you noticed about him.

He was tall— he was much taller than you. Definitely over 6 feet. He had ashy brown hair that stuck out from underneath his hood. And then there was the obvious: his blue mask. The eye sockets went deep; you began to wonder if there were even eyes behind them. But surely that couldn’t be possible, right? And there was this mysterious substance oozing out of said eye sockets. You couldn’t guess what it was even if you tried. You definitely weren’t going to try to begin with. And his body. You couldn’t tell much from the baggy sweater he wore, but you knew he was strong. Finally, after an eternity, he spoke. His voice was also a huge shock to you. It was surprising you could still feel shock even now.

“I’m here because you are, obviously,” He stated. His voice was deep, much deeper than you expected, and raspy. It almost sounded like he growled.

“I guess for tonight, you can call me Jack. It’s the only mildly important thing you’ll remember anyway,” He sneered from under the mask. Your breath hitched. You began to suspect you knew what he wanted. And the sickest part was, your body wanted it too.

You didn't remember the last time you got laid. You knew, though, it was several months. It was as if your body anticipated it before your mind had time to catch up and process what was happening. It was almost animalistic. It was horrifying.

"Okay, Jack... what do you want?" You asked, cautiously. You thought, maybe asking again directly would give you the clarification you wanted and needed. You somewhat hoped he wouldn't say what you thought he would.

"Sweetheart, I think you already know what I want. And I know you want it too,"

He was cocky, way too cocky. But unfortunately, he was also correct. You felt a slight ache between your thighs. It was embarrassing and inappropriate. You didn't want it, not with this stranger who clearly sees you as less than. But somehow, even that thought was a turn on.

Jack began to make his way towards you, and it was at this moment that you realized the bathroom was much smaller than you thought. You were much smaller than you thought compared to him. It only took a few long strides before he stood directly in front of you. Seeing him much more up close and personal also made you realize he was indeed tall. You quite literally had to look up at him. Watching you as the moments passed only made you much more appetizing to him. He couldn't wait to ruin you.

"Please," You whispered to him, but you didn't even know what exactly you were asking for. Perhaps it was mercy. He only chuckled.

His hand slowly reached up to cup your face. If you didn't know any better, you would've thought it was endearing. Almost immediately, he swiped his thumb across your bottom lip, and you instinctively parted your lips to take him in. If only you could see how wide his grin was from under the mask.

Jack could smell you. Smell your nerves, smell your arousal. He was more aware of it than you were. It made him almost feral. He was dying to have you ever since he laid his eyes upon you.

As Jack slid his thumb into your mouth, you glanced down at his hand. How you didn't notice what his skin looked like sooner was beyond you. It was gray, as in literally gray. Your eyes widened slightly and shot up to look at him once again. Jack, however, paid no mind to your visible reaction. If anything, he enjoyed it, and it only made him more eager to continue.

He pushed his thumb in until you gagged, which was a little deeper than he expected. He was testing the waters. So far, so good. Sighing at nothing in particular, he slowly slid his thumb back out.

"Let me taste you," He said. But it didn't really sound like he was actually asking for permission. But you weren't exactly sure what he meant to begin with.

Before you could respond, he began to lean down. He lowered himself to your neck and used his free hand to lift his mask just slightly. Much to your growing horror and excitement, you saw not one but two tongues poke out of his mouth. One tongue raced along the top of your collarbone while the other slid up your neck. It was almost as if he was intoxicated as you were, but it was just off the taste of your skin alone.

You held your breath. The sensation was new and different but definitely not unpleasant. But you wouldn't admit that out loud, but it's not like you had to. Jack already knew.

The ache down below only grew and was slowly but surely becoming unbearable. And who was Jack to deny your growing need for pleasure? He leaned in closer, before ultimately biting down on your collarbone where his tongue was previously. You hissed and tried pulling away, but he moved his hand from the side of your face to the back of your head to grip onto your hair. This only made it easier to allow access to your skin. He surely drew blood; you could feel it slowly drip down as he chased to clean it up.

Luckily, Jack didn't dwell on your skin for very long. There were more pressing matters for him to deal with at the moment. He straightened himself back up, releasing his hold on your hair and sliding said hand down to your forearm. You kept your gaze on his hand as it traveled down, acutely aware of the stinging on your collarbone.

He took hold of your arm and guided you towards the toilet. It was only a few steps away, and he moved you to sit on his lap. You began to resist, but he managed to force you onto his lap. Your back was pressed against his chest, and in this position, he was able to place your legs on either side of his own to spread them open and keep them that way.

"Let's see what we're dealing with," He mused. You shivered.

Jack lifted you slightly to pull your already lifted dress, and he grinned at the sight. Your bright colored underwear is drenched even though nothing has really happened yet. You looked away out of pure embarrassment. You could feel the heat slowly creep onto your face.

"Oh, don't be embarrassed, sweetheart. This is just what I wanted to see," He teased, and it only made your skin flush even deeper. He only bunched it to the side, not bothering to completely remove it. You wouldn't get it back after tonight anyway. As he moved it, he immediately noticed how your slick clung to your underwear. How lovely.

To stabilize you, but also for his own enjoyment, he moved his right hand up to firmly wrap it around your throat. It pushed you deeper onto his chest and even brought your head back to slightly lean onto his shoulder. Your smaller right hand also moved up to meet his, wrapping it around his wrist to add more stabilization. His left hand then swiftly moved down to your most intimate area.

Jack wasted no time in dragging his middle finger from your entrance to your clit, feeling no resistance at all as he spread your slick along your folds. The added lubrication only made the movements against your clit much more euphoric, and your eyes rolled back from the feeling. You knew this was wrong, and part of you did want to stop, but the other, more dominant part of you desperately wanted to release right then and there. But you couldn't. Jack moved his finger agonizingly slowly against your clit, and you couldn't help but buck into his hand. He had to be doing it on purpose.

He began to pick up his pace once you began to sputter, the loss of airway to breathe making it difficult to talk. Plus, you were also intoxicated to properly form a sentence in the first place. All you knew now was you wanted more. The increased speed made you whine, and you continued to grind down onto his hand to somehow help. But that didn't last long.

"Impatient, are we?" Jack teased once again. He loosened his grip on your throat to allow you to respond. You sucked in some air before you did.

"Jack, please. Don't do this," You breathed out.

"Don't do what?" He asked.

"Don't stop," You said, hushed and defeated.

Jack knew he'd win from the very beginning, but something about watching you submit did something to him. He moved his hand lower from your clit to your entrance and pushed a finger inside. It slid in so easily, he began to wonder if perhaps you were already ready for his cock. But he knew better. He wouldn't behave that sadistically on your first time.

You gasped as it slid in, moving your own hand down to grip onto his wrist. He growled in disapproval, and that was enough for you to move your hand back, holding back another whine. He didn't like that very much either, and immediately picked up the pace as he began to pump his finger inside and out of you. It didn't take very long for him to add the second finger, and the stretch was exhilarating.

Jack's pace was steady. At first, it was enough; it was enjoyable. But you quickly began to grow more desperate. As you adjusted and got used to his fingers, you realized you wanted more. You needed more. You almost began to beg for it. But it was as if Jack had read your mind, and slowed to add in a third finger.

This time, the stretch took longer to get used to, but even then, it was still overall enjoyable. You had tensed as he entered you, which was probably part of the reason why it took a little longer to adjust. He knew you would need this; it would do you no good to go without the prep. He decided to be nice and start slow with the three fingers, but once you began to relax and let out breathy moans against him, he knew to pick up the pace.

As his pace quickened, your moans grew louder. He reluctantly moved his hand from your throat up to your mouth to cover it. As much as he wanted to hear you as clearly as possible, he didn't want to get caught before he got to the good part. Although your moans had been muffled, he could still hear them as he leaned in closer to you once again.

Now that your throat was free, he went back to his previous actions of licking and biting anywhere he could on your neck. You thought you could cum just from this. The pressure in your lower abdomen was beginning to build slowly; it felt like torture. And you could only anticipate when it would unwind.

Like always, Jack was aware of how your body was reacting and began to slow down his movements. You squirmed against his hold in protest, and only then did he uncover his hand from your mouth. However, he didn't remove his fingers just yet. It only added to the burn of your dying orgasm. You immediately turned your head towards him, visibly upset.

"What's wrong?" He asked, feigning innocence.

"Why'd you stop?" You questioned back, disheveled.

"Did you really think I'd let you cum now? When we've only just begun?" He retorted. You were stunned. You kind of did think he'd let you finish, but clearly you were wrong. He sighed, slowly dragging his fingers out of you.

"Don't worry, I've got a better idea," He stated.

Before you could ask what he meant, he picked you up off his lap without a problem and completely stood up. He then turned and put you down, and you stumbled as you faced him. He placed his hands on either side of your hips and turned you around, now facing you away from him. Finally, he pulled your hips back slightly to stick them out and angle them, pulling your dress back up and your underwear down. And that's when you realized what was happening.

"Hold yourself steady for me, would you?" He quipped.

You wasted no time as you held your hands out to find a steady hold against the top of the toilet. As you did so, Jack began to undo his pants. As you heard the sound of his zipper, you began to second-guess yourself again. Nervous, you slowly glanced behind you to see what he was doing now. You immediately regretted it and turned back around. The sheer size of his cock alone was enough to almost make you tell him to stop right then and there. Almost. It was both mouthwatering and terrifying.

"Like what you see?" He asked, clearly amused by your panicked reaction.

"Jack... there's no way that'll fit," You said back, your breath escaping you as you said so.

"Sure it will," He said back in a second, and took that as a sign to prove it to you.

"Wait! Jack, please, this is a bad idea," You pleaded. Although you knew there was no going back now.

"It didn't seem like you thought that way two minutes ago," He snorted. "But sure, if you really want to stop, call for help right now. Let them come and bust down the door to save you," he said, almost as if he were mocking you.

You thought about it. But you knew there was no real option. You stayed silent, defeated.

"Don't worry, I'll take good care of you," He purred in your ear. You could only brace yourself.

Jack completely pulled his pants down, freeing his tortured cock from its confined space. He sighed in relief. He held himself steady at the base as he lined himself up with you, and your head fell forward as you felt him slowly push himself inside.

When you thought the stretch from his three fingers from earlier was intense, you clearly couldn't have been more wrong. You whimpered as he pushed himself deeper, this time not stopping and giving you much time to adjust. But compared to his fingers, he was going much slower than before. It was both a blessing and a curse. Maybe it was for the better; maybe this way you can adjust faster and get it over with.

Jack grunted quietly as he kept going in. You squeezed around him so deliciously, it took everything in him not to shove into you completely and ruin your pretty hole. He was much more patient than he let on. After all, he did watch you for several months. You had only just noticed him until recently. And that's because he let you.

After some exchanged whining and groaning from the two of you, he was finally fully inside. Both of you sighed. Without warning, he covered your mouth with his left hand while the other held your hip and pulled you closer against him. One of your hands moved to hold onto his arm while the other continued to hold yourself up from the top of the toilet. Slowly, he began to thrust in and out of you.

The slow drag of his thick cock against your walls was overwhelming. You underestimated just how good it would feel. Perhaps it was the alcohol adding the enhanced pleasure, or perhaps it was truly this good. But you couldn't believe you wanted to stop before he put it in. Thank God he didn't listen to you.

The only reason he started so slowly was that your grip around him was just as overwhelming to him. He thought the three fingers would be enough to prepare you, but he was wrong. Oh well, he was already inside. You'd get used to it eventually.

When your moans began to get louder from under his hand, he took that as a sign to speed up, and that nearly knocked the wind out of you. He didn't have to use much effort to reach that special spongy area inside of you. As his pace quickened, the buildup for your orgasm became more intense and overwhelming. It was almost pathetic that your orgasm approached so soon, but who could blame you?

The need to release was the only thing on your mind now. Not that you were having sex with a stranger in a club bathroom. Not that you were still very drunk and were for sure going to need help walking after this. None of that, your mind and body were filled with Jack and his cock.

"Who would've thought that a sweet girl like you was this much of a cock slut?" He rasped in your ear.

The sounds that filled the bathroom were obscene. If anyone was standing close enough to the bathroom, they would for sure be able to tell what was going on. Jack's grunting, your muffled moans that could still be heard through his palm, the sound of skin slapping, and the embarrassing squelching noises of your drenched pussy. It was all too much, but at the same time not enough.

"A pretty thing like you was made for this, huh?" He growled in your ear. You nodded, but not because you actually agreed and were able to comprehend anything he said. That didn't matter to you right now.

"I wonder what your little friend out there would think if she saw how much of a slut you really were," He added, leaning his head down slightly to bite into your neck again. You yelped, and your eyes glanced towards the door as if someone would bust it down right then and there. It would be so embarrassing to be found like this.

Luckily for both of you, no one came into the bathroom. Jack continued to bite and suck on your neck, and the pain quickly began to mix with the pleasure. But he couldn't help it; he just loved the taste of your skin and blood. As the second passed, he became hungrier for you in every way.

You didn't know it was possible, but Jack's pace quickened even more as he tasted you. It was as if the taste of you gave him more energy, more strength. To remedy your pain from his actions, he moved his hand from your hip to your clit, rubbing slow circles on the bud. Your legs buckled, but he was able to keep you up. The idea of him being strong enough to support all of your weight as he fucked you stupid was so much more of a turn on than you thought.

The sound of his skin slapping yours only became faster and louder. By this point, both of you were hot and desperate for your releases, but it was also too soon to stop. You knew you would probably finish before he would. The feeling of his thick cock hitting your G-spot repeatedly, him rubbing your clit, and pain coming from your neck that you refused to admit felt good was only bringing you closer to the edge. And Jack could sense it. He couldn't wait to watch it unfold.

Jack loved the obvious effects he had on you. You were like puddy in his hands. You took his cock so well, so eagerly, he started to regret not making you suck on it. That would've been such a pretty sight to see. Maybe next time.

"I know you want to cum, that's all sluts like you think about. So go ahead, cum all over my cock. But I'm not finished with you," He said to you sternly. You weren't sure what that meant, but it's not like you cared at the moment. You just wanted him to keep talking, to continue to use his voice to finally tip you over.

"I would've had you like this sooner if I knew you'd handle me so well," He breathed in your ear.

His grunting became louder, more consistent as he continued to pound into you. His sounds are what made the knot in your stomach undo itself, and you tensed up as you creamed all over his cock. Your eyes shut tightly as tears began to prick on the corners, and your legs completely gave out and shook underneath you. But Jack didn't stop; he held you up as he continued with his motions. If anything, his thrusting as well as his finger on your clit only sped up once more.

By this point, you were nothing but dead weight, and that didn't seem to faze Jack at all. You were being used as his doll. Both of you seemed to get off to that thought. The assault on your pussy was becoming too overwhelming, but due to his hand covering your mouth, you weren't able to tell him to stop. But there was no point in telling him to stop; he wouldn't listen to you anyway.

You could tell he was nearing his own climax as well. His thrusting became sloppy, but never actually slowed down. His grunting became louder, and his grip on your mouth shifted to your jaw. It was tight, and it hurt like hell, and even though it wasn't actually on your mouth anymore, you still couldn't speak up very clearly. However, your moans were louder and could be heard better.

The sound of your sweet voice brought Jack to his own release, and he groaned out one last time as he emptied himself in you. His thrusting slowed as he came in you, but never came to a full stop. You felt the way his cocked twitched as he finished, and the hot feeling of his seed slowly filling you up. There was more than you imagined; it eventually began to spill out of you. It dripped down your legs and onto the floor, and you could hear it as it splattered.

Jack had leaned back slightly to get a look, removing his hand from your clit back onto your hip, and he loved the sight before him. Your hole still clenched around him as he remained buried in you, and his cum slowly flowed out of you, making a mess out of both of you. This would be engraved into his head for the rest of his time. But like always, all good things must come to an end.

Jack leaned you forward, and you immediately took hold of the wall in front of you to keep yourself as steady as you physically could. He slowly released his grip from your jaw, the sore feeling immediately becoming more prominent as there was nothing to support it anymore. You shifted your jaw left and right to help soothe it, but that didn't seem to do much. Your own right hand came up to massage it.

Jack chuckled, "Sorry. Was I too rough?" He asked, but you could tell he wasn't being sincere at all. You shot him a glare.

The second you looked back at him, Jack pulled out without warning, and all the cum he had released into you came rushing out. The sound of it spilling onto the floor was disturbing and inappropriate. It ran down your legs and made a small puddle underneath you. You stared at him in shock.

"A warning would've been great!" You whisper-yell. He laughed again.

"You wouldn't have been able to do anything about it anyway," He spoke as he pulled his pants back up. But you made sure to take one last peek at him before he did. You were amazed that you actually had that inside you.

"Whatever," You grumbled.

Jack sighed, readjusting his mask as he reached out to grab some paper towels for you. He offered them to you without a word, and you reluctantly took them from him. You sighed as you began to clean yourself up, noticing the way the air between you shifted and became slightly awkward. You didn't know what to say.

Jack cleared his throat. "I guess I'll get going now," He said, reaching a hand out to stroke your head once.

You weren't exactly sure how you were supposed to react, but you looked visibly shocked. Jack noticed and laughed.

"What? Did you really think I'd stay?" He asked, a little surprised himself.

"Well, no. But I thought you'd at least give me a better explanation," You answered, annoyed. Jack scoffed.

"Yeah, right," He said, taking his hand off your head. He then turned and began walking towards the door.

For a second, you thought he wouldn’t look back at you; part of you didn’t want him to. You don’t typically get attached to one-night stands. Well, it wasn’t like you were attached to him either, but you weren’t going to lie and say you didn’t enjoy the sex you just had. It was amazing. You don't think you could forget it even if you wanted to. And you didn't want to.

Jack paused once he reached the door. His hand was on the lock, but he didn't unlock the door yet.

"See you around," He said. You could hear the smirk in his voice.

You watched silently as he unlocked the door, quickly wiping away the remaining spots of cum on your legs and pulling your dress back down. You noticed you couldn't find your underwear. You got him another glare at the back of his head. But he didn't comment on anything else.

Jack opened the door, swiftly making his exit and quickly shutting the door behind him. You were alone again. You let out the longest sigh. Your legs gave out, and you sat on the closed lid of the toilet once again.

"What the hell just happened?" You asked yourself quietly, exasperated.

You weren't sure if this was the end of the odd days you experienced seeing Jack around. But considering the way he said "see you around," you figured he would still linger and watch you. At least you wouldn't be as disturbed anymore. He wouldn't necessarily be a stranger anymore. You weren't sure if you were comforted by that or not. Maybe you'd figure it out once you get home and sober up.

You stood back up and went in front of the mirror. Oh my god. You looked a mess. There was no way you could leave the bathroom like this. But there was no other option. You fixed your hair as best as you could, wiped and cleaned up your smudged makeup, and straightened up your dress. It was awkward not having underwear on underneath, but you pushed through it. You didn't plan on staying here anymore anyway. You just wanted to go home.

You took a deep breath as you walked to the door, your hand hovering over the knob. Surely enough time had passed, right? It wouldn't be awkward seeing someone else walk out of the bathroom right after Jack did. You shook your head. That didn't matter.

Slowly, you turned the knob and opened the door. You peeked your head out, scanning the area in front of you. It was as if nothing had changed. People were still dancing, and music was still playing. But you did notice the table closest to you giving you a knowing look. Your face flushed, and you looked away.

You fully stepped out of the bathroom, closing the door behind you as Jack did. You managed to spot your friend. She was at your original seat at the bar. She looked worried.

"Hey! Where did you go? I looked for you everywhere, I thought you had left!" She exclaimed, rushing over to hug you. You let out the breath you took in before you left the bathroom.

"It's... a long story. But I'm okay now. I think," You replied. Your friend looked confused, but didn't question it. She was probably as drunk as you were.

"Hmm, okay. You could tell me about it later. Let's go home. I paid the tab already," she smiled at you, linking your arm with hers. You nodded, following her as she led the two of you out of the club.

You kept your gaze on the floor, already having flashbacks of what had happened not too long ago. You smiled to yourself. It was sick, you knew it was, but it was so good. Part of you hoped you'd see him again sooner rather than later.