Chapter 6

The Temptation was the hottest club in Greenville, with people standing in line for two hours trying to get in. Unless they were willing to pay $50 to the guard at the door, everyone knew they might be waiting longer.

As soon as the guard saw Sal and Manny he opened the door without hesitation. He had never seen them with anyone before, so when he saw Emily he thought she was just a groupie trying to get in.

“I am sorry ma’am the line starts back there,” he said, blocking the door.

“It's ok, Frederick, she is with us,” Sal said, grabbing Emily’s hand pulling her towards him.

“She is always to be welcomed in,” Manny remarked.

“Of course, sirs.”

The club was packed, bodies against bodies were dancing to the beat. If you looked hard enough you could sense the desire and lust in the air. Sal still had his hand in hers and Manny had his arm around her waist guiding her to the VIP section up the stairs overlooking the dance floor.

“What can I get for you?” the server asked, looking at Sal then Manny while ignoring the woman in his arms.

“Vodka Cranberry,” Emily spoke up.

“Rum and coke,” the boys said at the same time.

“I will be right back.” She was eying Emily with disgust as she walked away.

“You do know I am 20 and technically ain’t supposed to drink right?”

“Actually you turned 21 two hours ago. Why would we bring you to a club knowing you can't drink?” Manny asked.

“Exactly. Where would be the fun in that?”

“My birthday isn't until next week.”

“Apparently you have been inside way too long. You have lost track of your days,” Sal stated. “Why else would we suddenly take you to town, out in public for anyone to see?”

“I figured y'all were just as bored as I was.”

“Here’s my phone. Look at the calendar if you do not believe me when I say that today is April 30th. Besides if we were bored, we would go to hell and torture people.”

“Here are your rum and cokes. Is there anything else I can get for you?” the lady asked Sal.

“I do believe that our girlfriend asked for a vodka cranberry.” Emily’s eyes got big and her cheeks flushed when she heard Manny’s statement. “Have Deegan bring me her drink; you can go elsewhere. I don't want to see you again.”

“I am so sorry; please forgive me. I will go now.” She started to back away, embarrassment showing on her face.

Emily didn’t know what to say. She had imagined what it would be like to be Manny’s or even Sal’s girlfriend, but Manny had just stated that she belonged to the both of them. She knew that he just said that to get the staff to treat her a certain way, but still her heart warmed at that comment and made her want to make it a reality.

“Here is the vodka cranberry you ordered. I am sorry about her; I have no idea what has gotten into her today,” the manager said with a smile.

“Thanks Deegan.” Manny took the glass and then leaned over to whisper in his ear, “Take care of her, or I will.” Then walked away and continued talking like nothing was said. “We need to eat something since we are drinking, how about some drumsticks?”

“Sounds good,” Sal and Emily said together.

“I will bring them personally,” Deegan stated, and left.

“Want to dance while we wait?” Sal asked Emily with a smirk on his face.

“I don't know how to dance.”

“Don't worry, we will show you,” Manny uttered, then intertwined their hands as they pulled her to the dance floor.

Manny pulled her in his arms as Sal stood behind her. Only a hair separated their bodies as Manny grabbed one side of her waist, while Sal grabbed the other, moving her to the beat. Every touch felt like flames were igniting within her, making her hot all over body. Her heart felt like it would beat out of her chest with each caress. Before she knew it, her head was leaning back into Sal’s neck and her hands were exploring Manny’s chest. Each time she moved with the beat, her ass would graze Sal’s crotch.

She didn’t need to see it to confirm he was being turned on. She could feel it through the clothes, and could confidently state that he was well endowed. To Emily, this was torture. She wanted to feel their lips on her, slowly peel off their clothes and caress every inch of them.

Almost like he could read her mind, Manny ran his finger up her body. When his hand was securely knotted in her hair he kissed her rosy lips, drinking in her flavor until she couldn’t breath. Sal lips were already on her neck, softly nipping, licking, and tasting her salty skin.

She was becoming intoxicated from their touches; each caress had her craving for more. More kisses, more caresses, more of them. She wanted them to fill her. To fill her every hole until she could not walk. She had once read somewhere that sex with a demon was mind blowing and addicting, and she had two of them. She seriously wanted to test that theory. Their touches and kisses were exhilarating, so she could only imagine what it would feel like to have them inside of her at the same time.

In her mind, she kept debating whether or not to kiss Manny. When she finally made up her mind to take the initiative and kiss him, she found her face and dress soaked. Someone had spilled alcohol all over her.

“I am so sorry! I didn't mean to, my ankle gave out.” The woman kept apologizing.

“It’s ok.”

“No, it isn't,” Sal retorted.

“I’ll be fine. I just need to go to the bathroom and clean this up,” Emily spoke up, “I'll meet y'all back at the table.”