Boosted (In The Fast Lane) (2 page)

TWO

The Stranger

Going out for a night on the town was about the last thing Hannah
wanted to do that night. Her friends had been badgering her about it all week.
Of course, their refrain of “you need a night out to get rid of some of that
stress” only helped to increase her usual dose of daily anxiety.

She was in her second year of law school and stressed beyond
belief. Not only was she in over her head academically, but she found herself
regularly intimidated by the other students in her classes. They were all
Type-A sharks who were well on their way to sociopathically successful careers
while she had to pray that she would even get an interview at a respectable
firm.

Hannah was far from home in a city that she didn’t
particularly like. And now, on top of all that, her so-called friends were
endlessly harassing her to spend her Friday night at some over-priced,
over-hyped club that she was almost guaranteed to hate.

Fine. There was little use arguing about the matter. It was
only one night and it would get them off her back for a couple weeks. Who
knows? Maybe she would even manage to have a little fun.

Julia picked her up around ten o’clock. Most nights Hannah
would have already been getting ready for bed at this time. Instead she found
herself crammed into the backseat of a Range Rover with three other girls all
in nearly identical black dresses that were low at the top and high at the
bottom.

She felt as unenthused as she was underdressed. The other
girls belted out the songs on the radio and carried on about the night ahead.
It was clear that they had gotten a pre-game head start on Hannah before coming
to pick her up.

They arrived at the club and spilled out of the car. The
other girls stumbled along in their heels and laughed at their own lack of
balance. A perfect start to the night, Hannah thought bitterly to herself. She
could be alone at home right now, buzzed on red wine, drifting slowly off to
sleep. Instead she was waiting in a line with five cackling drunks who seemed
to like nothing better than to criticize her Spartan existence. And to think, this
gauntlet would only end once they were inside the club itself with its blaring
music and smarmy clientele. What a nightmare.

They eventually reached the front of the line. Their turn
would come any minute. The impending entrance only caused the other girls to
giggle and teeter on their heels even more. Hannah tried her best to ignore
them and instead scanned the crowd outside the club for something interesting.
It was mostly more of the same.

Doppelgangers of her friends smoked on the opposite side of
the door. Men with loosened ties and slicked back hair compared notes on
finance or movie producing or whatever it was they did. The Russian bouncers
smirked at each other each time an attractive woman walked by. It was like a
mosaic of all that Hannah couldn’t stand in the world.

But then someone caught her eye. It wasn’t someone who was
her usual type at all, either. She normally went for the clean cut boys who had
it all together. Boys who played baseball in high school, boys who were
pre-meds in college, boys with steady boring jobs.

But the man who caught her eye now. He was different. He
dressed in a simple black t-shirt and jeans. His toned, tanned arms were
covered with tattoos. His sandy blonde hair sat carelessly on top of his head
and melted into the layer of thick stubble that covered his face.

In addition to not being her usual type, he also seemed a
bit out of place amongst the club goers. He seemed about as happy to be here as
she did. At least he wouldn’t have to go through the embarrassment of waiting
in line though. In fact, he walked right up to the door, shook hands with each
of the Russian bouncers, and stepped inside with no hold up or hassle. Great,
Hannah thought to herself, he’s probably a drug dealer or something.

A few minutes later they were permitted access to the club
itself and Hannah wasn’t exactly feeling any relief once they were finally
inside. Instead of being bored and annoyed by her friends, she now had to fend
off a barrage of over-aggressive guys offering to buy her a drink or show her
around.

Hannah had never thought of herself as one of the pretty
girls, but the boys had always thought so. No matter what she saw in the
mirror, everyone else knew she was attractive in just about every sense of the
word. Her dark raven hair accentuated her milky white skin, her bright green
eyes, and her perfectly balanced features. Her legs were long and lean, her
breasts ample and perky.

She turned heads wherever she went but always wrote it off
as a coincidence. In her own mind, she was nothing special.

By some miracle the group of girls was able to find a table
in a relatively quiet part of the club. Of course it wasn’t quiet for long as
her friends brought their usual volume level to this nook as well. They had
picked up a few guys in their wake who engaged in the most inane sort of small
talk that one can imagine.

Hannah did her best to grit her teeth and count down the
minutes until last call. At least she was getting a few free drinks out of it.
The last thing she needed was to break her strict budget by sipping her way
through a series of watered-down fifteen dollar cocktails. For that she could
half-heartedly answer a few questions about who she was or what she did.

After a while it grew to be too much for her to take. She
excused herself, ostensibly to go to the bathroom but really just to give her a
break from the proceedings. She wandered through the club trying to keep a low
profile and not get noticed. She weaved through the dance floor, dodging the
flailing arms of the drunken dancers.

Her friends were well settled in and this point and Hannah
feared that she would have to endure this for several more hours. She was tired
and frustrated and feeling the wrong kind of buzz. She thought that the lap
through the club might help to clear her head and allay her worries. But it
only gave her a more panoramic view of the watered-down, self-conscious
decadence of the L.A. club scene.

Hannah was so lost in her thoughts that she ran right into
someone as she reached the edge of the dance floor. She apologized before
looking to see who it was. When she locked eyes with the man who she had seen
outside the club her breath caught in her throat.

“Don’t worry about it,” he said to her.

Hannah didn’t know what to say. Her mind raced along in
several directions at once. The one thing she knew is that she had to say
something back. She couldn’t just let him walk away from her and disappear into
the pulsing nightclub but her tongue wouldn’t cooperate. Her jaw just hung dumbly
open.

He began to turn away from her.

“This isn’t really my type of place,” she blurted out. It
was a relief she was able to say anything at all.

“Me either.” He agreed, sipping his drink.

Now Hannah felt that she could breathe easy. “It’s just
so...” But she couldn’t come up with the words. She felt like an idiot, staring
at him and stammering.

A slight smile formed on his lips. “I know.”

She smiled at him. Still, she stood mute with no cure in
sight for her nerves.

She seemed to have at least taken his interest though. He
wasn’t walking away. In fact, he looked to engage her further in conversation.
Maybe there was hope after all.

“So,” he began, “this isn’t your type of place. How come
you’re here then?”

“My, well, my friends. They sort of dragged me here.” She
pointed back to where her friends were sitting but the man kept his eyes on
her. “What about you?” She asked.

“My boss told me I had to go out and have a good time
tonight,” he said. “Seems like I came to the wrong place for that.”

“I’m Hannah.”

“Brody.”

He looked her square in the eye. “Do you want to get out of
here?”

Hannah nodded. She wanted nothing more than that. Not only
to be away from the club, away from the strangers who she used to call friends,
away from the deafening music that was shredding her eardrums. But to be with
him. To let him take her anywhere.

“Let’s go,” Brody said as he took her by the hand and led
her back across the dance floor.

They passed by the table where her friends were sitting.
Normally, she would have told them what she was doing and where she was going. It
may have been the booze clouding her judgment but now she didn’t care. She just
wanted to be gone from there with this mysterious man who had captured her
imagination.

She didn’t even look over at her friends on the way out. But
she could feel them looking at her. She could feel their curiosity, their envy,
their confusion. But it didn’t matter. She’d be happy to answer any of their
questions later on. But right now, she was leaving as quickly as she could,
before she changed her mind.

He escorted her to his car and they climbed inside. Hannah
actually found herself a bit surprised by how nondescript it was. He seemed
like someone who would drive something flashier or with a little more muscle.
But he drove it with a confidence that transformed it into something else. She
didn’t feel like she was in a car but in a low flying plane, zooming inches
above the surface of the earth.

“Where’s your place?” He asked.

She answered with an address. He asked for no further
directions and confidently navigated his way there. Hannah rested her head
against the cool passenger side window. She watched the lights of Los Angeles
streak by in the neon night. She almost wanted to close her eyes, but kept them
open for fear that this moment would only reveal itself to be a dream. She
listened to the hum of the engine, saw the subtle movements of his steering out
of the corner of her eye. He didn’t say a word to her and yet she felt
strangely safe and at ease in his presence.

They arrived at her apartment a little while later. Brody
followed her inside. They stood alone together in the darkness for a time. He
placed his hands on her hips and she inched closer to him. There was now only
the smallest space between them. Hannah wanted to do so many things with him
but right now she was paralyzed. She couldn’t even reach up to touch him. She
was at his mercy. She would have stood there with him until the sun came up if
that’s what he wanted to do.

Luckily for her, that was not all he wanted to do. He leaned
forward and kissed her. Hannah felt a wave of warmth flow through her body as
her heart rate increased. Their tongues intertwined. Hannah could now feel
Brody’s hands moving over her sides and back. She finally managed to move and pressed
herself against his chest where she could feel his heartbeat.

It pumped in a slow, controlled manner in contrast to the
jackrabbit pace of her own. She threw her arms around his neck and began
kissing him with passion and desperation. She needed to kiss him. She needed
her lips to be against his as if she were a deep sea diver who needed to stay
attached to her oxygen tank.

This was not lost on Brody. He began to get more adventurous
with his hands. He cupped the cheeks of her ass, first over the top of her
skirt and then underneath it. The bare skin of her ass tingled at his touch.
She could feel her panties beginning to moisten. She needed him. Needed him
now. Right then and there.

She went straight for his zipper. She was in a frenzy. She’d
never felt like this with a man before, let alone a stranger she'd just met.
Hannah had always been reluctant about having one night stands. But tonight was
different, she had too much going on in her life and now she needed to lose
control for once.

She freed his cock from his jeans. It was already half
erect. She squeezed and stroked it and felt it growing in her hands. She was
pleasantly surprised by its length and girth. She couldn’t see it because her
face was still locked to his but it felt like it was a beautiful cock. She
traced the outline of the shaft and the curve of the head. He stood fully erect
now. She gripped her hand around it and tugged slowly.

In turn, Brody pulled her panties down from her waist and
let them drop down her legs to the floor. As he cupped her ass again, his
finger ended up between her legs. He was able to play with her pussy ever so
slightly, not doing much more than teasing her aching clit. Still it drove her
wild. She needed him inside her more and more with every passing moment.

Hannah finally broke off her kiss. She backed away from him
and eased herself down onto the bed. She pulled her skirt up so that her pussy
was open for the taking. Brody followed her and stood over her.

"Do you have a condom?" She asked, with hopeful
eyes.

Brody reached into his wallet and pulled out a Trojan. He
tore the foil and rolled the rubber down the impressive length of his dick.

She reached up and took hold of his cock again. She guided
him forward until he was laying down on top of her. The head of his cock was
now tantalizingly close to her pussy. She realized that she was holding her
breath again. Something told her that she wouldn’t be able to release it until
he was inside of her.

If it were anyone else Hannah would have accused him of
teasing her. But Brody didn’t seem like that type of man. He was making her
wait because he knew that she secretly wanted him to do so. That she enjoyed
teetering on the uncertain edge between the agony of waiting and the pleasure
of fulfillment.

And then she felt the lips of her pussy begin to split. It
was finally happening. It seemed like she had waited her whole life for this
moment. To find the man that unleashed this side of her. He entered her slowly,
letting her feel every inch of his manhood.

Hannah clung her arms around him and clawed so hard that she
thought she would rip his shirt. Her chest heaved. She looked up and locked her
eyes with his. She found him gazing at her intently as he filled her pussy all
the way to the base of his shaft.