Present days.
Before, she always knew what she wanted and wasn't afraid to admit it to herself. Everything used to be simpler. She could have any woman she wanted. Wild sex without any promises or any obligations was the best way for her to have fun and relax. She wasn't looking for a girlfriend, and she certainly wasn't looking for love. For her, all of this was nothing more than childish concepts that she didn't want to have anything to do with. It was her best life, which she enjoyed. Until the day she appeared in her life.
Elysium. A hotel and a nightclub.
Nerissa was sitting on the couch with a half-empty glass of whiskey. She was very drunk, but despite this, she was flanked by two gorgeous girls. One of them kissed the neck of the Native American woman, the other sucked on her earlobe while massaging her breasts.
Nerissa Labong
Her eyes were closed. Someone might have thought that at that moment she was focused on pleasure. But that wasn't the case. She hadn't had pleasure in a very long time. Ever since the day she felt something she thought she couldn't feel. The last time she felt something like this, she was left with a broken heart and therefore she was sure that this would never happen to her again.
She was wrong.
That match changed everything.
No.
That woman changed everything.
From that day on, Nerissa stopped knowing what she wanted. Or maybe she knows exactly what she wants, but is afraid to admit it even to herself. She was trying to get back to her normal life. Life before this woman. That's why she's here today. That's why she has a glass of alcohol in her hand, and next to her are two beauties who can do whatever she wants. But then why she doesn't feel any pleasure?
“I just need more alcohol...” she thought. “Yes, just more alcohol...”
She tilted her head back and drained the glass. The fiery liquid flowed down her throat, making her even more drunk. Maybe now? Maybe now all these kisses and caresses will make her feel something? Feel as good as the time she and her were in the ring...
No.
Nothing.
“Nerissa, you're so tense today...” the woman on the left said, still showering kisses on her neck.
She didn't even remember her name. They fucked several times, but for Nerissa, this redhead was just a fleeting memory that had no meaning for her.
“And you haven't been here for a long time, we even started to worry,” purred the blonde on the right, whose name seemed to be Sarah. “So can we go somewhere quieter?”
“To a place where we can help you relax...”
Did she really need it? Drunk Nerissa didn't care anymore. But what if when they're in private and they start caressing each other for serious, it helps her come to her senses? Will it help her get rid of the pain in her heart that settled there and desperately refused to leave?
Ten minutes later, she and her companions lay down on the bed in the room she had rented until morning. The blonde unbuttoned Nerissa's top, immediately starting to lick her bare breasts. The other woman, whose name she couldn't remember, pulled down her pants. Touching her panties with her fingers, she immediately realized that Nerissa was practically dry.
“Oh, it seems like we need to put in more effort...” she cooed playfully.
The redhead lay down next to Nerissa. Starting to massage her pussy with her fingers, she approached her and their lips joined in a kiss. They both opened their mouths, letting their tongues tangle with the dance. But something was wrong. Something that usually gave her incredible pleasure now seemed unnatural to her. Without realizing it herself, Nerissa abruptly turned her head to the side, thereby interrupting the kiss.
“It seems our beauty wants different lips…” getting distracted from her breasts, Sarah said.
She seemed to take this as a hint that Nerissa wanted to kiss her, not the redhead. She approached her and kissed her. First, she ran her tongue over her lips, and then penetrated her mouth. Those were their first kisses today. And if Nerissa had simply not felt anything before those kisses, now she was disgusted. It wasn't the warm lips she wanted to feel. Those lips felt cold... dry... lifeless to her.
No.
She couldn't stand it.
Pushing Sarah away from her, Nerissa jumped to her feet.
“What's wrong?” The blonde was indignant.
“Just let yourself relax!” Looking at Nerissa with a passionate look, the redhead said. “No promises, no obligations, just the way you like it.”
Nerissa hurriedly put on her pants. “I'm sorry, ladies, I'm just not in the mood today.” Under the shocked stares of Sarah and the redhead, she buttoned up her top. “Maybe another time!”
“Hey, what do we do now?” The girls asked almost in unison.
“The room is yours until morning!" Nerissa said before storming out of the room.
Staggering slightly, she reached the elevator and pressed the button. Her heart was beating insanely fast, even her breathing had stopped, and she was very dizzy. She pressed three fingers of her left hand to her lips. The memories of that day flashed before her eyes. God... it felt so good to kiss her. It felt so good when their lips felt each other's warmth. Comparing her memories with what just happened…
“Their lips seem fake...” she muttered.
After leaving the building, Nerissa hugged a nearby lamppost and put her right hand on her forehead. Yes, she was drunk, but that was the least of her problems right now. She came here to forget about her. Forget about her and move on. But now she felt even worse than before. She felt like her heart was about to burst. Was this exactly what she deserved? Why... just why did this happen to her?
“Hey, sweetheart, can I walk you home?" A man's voice rang out from somewhere to the side.
“I'm into girls...” she said without turning her head. “So fuck off...”
“Oh, come on, all of you say that first!” The guy chuckled, then put his hand on her shoulder. “But you should relax a little bit and...”
“I said...” Nerissa's body shook. “FUCK OFF!”
Turning around abruptly, she swung her left arm, sending her fist into the chin of the guy who dared to touch her. Because of her condition, it wasn't her best punch, but even that was enough to make the guy fall on his ass.
“You sick bitch!" Clutching his chin, he burst into curses. “You'll regret it, you lesbian whore!”
“What did you just say?” With fury in her eyes, she took a step forward.
But the guy decided that words were one thing, and getting into a fight with her was still not the best idea. Jumping to his feet, he literally ran away. Did she want to catch up with him? Maybe, but she wasn't in that condition. As soon as the adrenaline level dropped, she again felt a range of painful sensations somewhere in the heart area. What should she do now?
Go home? Fall asleep and start a new day that will be no different from this one? After three defeats in a row, her career was in total shit, but even that didn't matter as much to her as the fact that she couldn't stop thinking about this woman. Going home was apparently her only option. Or…
She closed her eyes for a few seconds, took a deep breath, and then took out her phone. Despite the fact that she had fucked half the women in Tokyo, her contact list was very short, so it didn't take her long to find the right number.
“Do you know what time it is?" A sleepy voice rang out with obvious notes of annoyance.
“Two o'clock in the morning,” Nerissa replied dryly. “Do you want a drink?”
“Nerissa, I'm hanging up, you're drunk...”
"Astrid..." Nerissa's voice trembled, tears could be heard in it. “Please...”
A few seconds of silence. The blonde didn't need to hear anything else, she already understood everything.
“Where can I pick you up, baby?”
“Elysium...”
“Stay there, I'm getting dressed,” she said. “I'll be there in fifteen minutes.”
“I..." Nerissa swallowed, trying to control her emotions. “Thank you...”
“Don't cry, it doesn't suit a cocky bitch like you, huh!" Astrid's voice was no longer sleepy. “See you soon!”
Nerissa put her phone in her pocket and backed away. Her back pressed against the wall of the club, and then she slid down. She wrapped her arms around her knees and buried her head in them. Damn... how did it come to this?
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