Party People

　　Alexey's POV

　　The meeting with the board flew by without so much as a cough from me, I didn't contribute in any way.

　　How could I?

　　I mean sure my body was there but my mind was somewhere else. I kept thinking back to the last time I spoke with Irena.

　　Everything seemed to be going so well and suddenly it all went down the drain.

　　The things she said.

　　How could she say those things?

　　"Of course, I care about you," I murmured under my breath.

　　"What was that Alexey?" Mr. Shevchenko asked, confused.

　　"Oh nothing, please carry on." I urged wearing an obviously fake smile on my face.

　　Wow, did I say that out loud?

　　What's happening to me?

　　Why is she so influential?

　　Why can't I seem to ignore these feelings?

　　The rest of the day was largely uneventful, I barely spoke to anyone or did anything, and I definitely didn't get any work done.

　　All of this moping is not good for my health.

　　I should get out, find something fun to do, something to pull me out of this rut I'm in.

　　So I decided to leave work early that day and head home, to plan a day out with Petrulli.

　　I called him up and offered a day of crazy fun kinda like back in college or last month. Of course he would never resist.

　　"I'm in man, one hundred percent let's do it!" He exclaimed, sounding way too excited, but maybe his excitement is just what I needed.

　　So I changed my clothes, hopped into my car, and zoomed off to go pick up Petrulli.

　　We were going to have one wild night.

　　"Hey man, what's going on man?" He asked, seeming concerned, I must be showing way too much of my emotions on my face.

　　"Oh it's nothing bro, I just missed you," I replied instead, hoping to deflect from his suspicions.

　　"Wrong answer kid, I've known you a long ass time bro, it's that Irena chick isn't it? What happened this time?"

　　I couldn't hide it and since we were stuck in a car together I had to tell him everything and by the time we got to Vegas, I had to pick his jaw up from the floor.

　　"But tonight isn't about problems, it's about forgetting them at the bottom of a bottle or on the ass of some strippers," I concluded before hopping out of the car to enter the club, our first stop, but definitely not our only stop.

　　The club was amazing, the lights were crazy, loud music, beautiful women, and all the alcohol my kidneys could hold.

　　So we got started on our wild night. Petrulli had two shots and immediately jumped on the dance floor. It was quite the sight.

　　He was popping and locking in places I hadn't seen him pop and lock in quite some time.

　　We took shot after shot and partied for hours.

　　"Alexey, buddy, I gotta puke!" Petrulli informed me as he suddenly grabbed me by the collar.

　　"Oh shit!" I exclaimed as my voice broke into a laugh. I held him up, arm draped across my shoulder as I led him outside so he could puke.

　　"This is great brooooo, you're fucking awesome maannnnn", he said slurring every word, he was so drunk.

　　But just then as he hunched over to puke, three men approached from out of the shadows and drew closer.

　　"Damn Crusher, we got us a pair of rich City boys." The first man announced with a voice that was more gruff than words, he was as tall as me had on a leather jacket with a flaming skull embroidered on the sleeve, they all did, possibly some kinda gang.

　　"That we do, Silencer." The other one responded although I wondered how he could say anything through that much facial hair.

　　"What do you think Road-Hound?" The first man asked the third who simply replied with a loud grunt.

　　"Woo-hoo look, you heard the man, empty your pockets, pretty boy!" He demanded but I was more occupied with the fact that that grunt had a translation.

　　The state of these three was honestly fascinating, we had a man who spoke with so much gruff in his voice that he sounded like a motorcycle, another who had more facial hair than actual face, and a third who communicated in grunts.

　　"Look at this Petrulli, we've got some escapees," I said loudly as Petrulli got his footing and stood next to me.

　　"Escapees?" Petrulli inquired looking a bit confused

　　"Yeah, escapees, a circus must have ridden through town and this lot either got left behind or escaped, hence escapees." I expatiated, causing Petrulli to burst out into laughter this obviously angered the three gentlemen who were of course fully intent on robbing and probably murdering us.

　　"What did this little shit just say?" The second man questioned through his beard and then I heard a loud grunt which I'm guessing was a command for attack because all three men lunged at us throwing fists.

　　It was immediately evident that these were a bunch of brutes who avoid altercations and try to intimidate their marks with their strange appearance.

　　I moved out of the path of a punch and immediately kicked the bearded man in his side which sent him flying towards a dumpster in the corner, and through the corner of my eye, I spotted Petrulli kicking the motorcycle voice guy who was laid down and spread out in front of him.

　　All that was left was the man who communicated in grunts. He stood in front of me as Petrulli finished with his opponent and stood by my side.

　　Realizing the gravity of the situation he was in he immediately got down on both knees and spoke in the highest and squeakiest voice I had ever heard on a man.

　　"Please don't hurt me, please I promise you'll never see me again please kind sirs don't hurt me." He begged.

　　"Wait he can talk?!" Petrulli exclaimed, completely shocked.

　　"Forget that, what is that voice?" I responded, sounding just as shocked.

　　"Please forgive us sirs, Sherman, Leslie, and I will get out of your hair and you'll never see us again, I promise." He continued to beg.

　　"Wait, Sherman and Leslie?" I questioned holding back my laugh while Petrulli laughed loudly and uncontrollably.

　　"Alright then, take your friends and get out of here!" I ordered.

　　"Well, that was crazy, where to next?" Petrulli pondered loudly, fully recovered and ready to keep partying.

　　"Vegas is full of too many weirdos, I say we leave this city and have some real fun," I responded, excited to carry on our night of partying.

　　"What about Mexico?" Petrulli inquired. And maybe it was the adrenaline or the drinking or the fact that I hadn't had this much fun in so long but I agreed and the next thing I know we were on a private plane to Mexico.

　　When we landed, it was more of the same hitting club after club and bar after bar started a few fights on the way before finally coming up on a really cool place that was suggested to us because apparently the best place in town caught fire or got flooded or something and so we found ourselves at;

　　"El Luchadore!" I read off the neon lights excitedly.

　　"It's got a nice ring to it," Petrulli responded thoughtfully as we walked towards the front entrance.

　　That's when some idiot in a neon green mustang almost ran us over before hopping out and handing his keys to the valet.

　　"Some people." Petrulli scoffed as we kept walking.

　　"Some people." I seconded in agreement.

　　We got into the club and situated ourselves in one of the VIP booths on the balcony that encircled the main floor of the club where we finally got a chance to slow down, have a couple drinks and catch up.

　　We had just started reminiscing when a gorgeous woman walked by with a tray of drinks, she winked at me as she passed by and I was immediately overwhelmed.

　　I got up and rushed after her, finally catching up to her.

　　"Hello gorgeous, I'm Alexey." I introduced myself in the smoothest way possible and I could tell right off the bat she was impressed. I've always been a natural at making women swoon.

　　"Hello, gorgeous?" She responded blushing.

　　"You've got a tongue on you don't you baby?" She asked seductively.

　　"Yes I do, and I am well versed on how to use it, in more than just speaking too." I hinted with a wink as her eyes widened and she smiled knowingly.

　　"Well before I let your tongue anywhere near me, pretty boy, maybe buy me a drink first." She suggested.

　　"My name's Angel by the way." She finished with a whisper.

　　After a few drinks, we had each other locked in our arms as we danced. She whispered something in my ear but I couldn't hear it just then she kissed me.

　　It was electric, Angel knew what she was doing, the kiss stirred every part of me it was deep and passionate and yet when we broke apart it left me wanting more she looked on my eyes and she knew so she grabbed my hand and proceeded to lead me away somewhere, just then from the corner of my eye I could've sworn I saw Irena, but when I turned to look she was gone.

　　Fuck, now I'm seeing her in places where she's not.

　　What's wrong with you Alexey.

　　I gotta shake this crazy feeling and focus up, there's a gorgeous woman leading me away for a night of crazy passionate fucking, I can't be thinking of a woman who's made it clear that she wants nothing to do with me. There's a woman here that really wants me, Irena, she wants me, and guess who can feel a strong attraction to other women and not just you, me!

　　So I focussed up. My eyes slowly moved on Angel's sexy ass in her tight jean shorts as she held my hand and led me away.

　　We came to a stop in front of a room numbered 613.

　　"Are you ready for a night you'll never forget, baby?" She whispered in my ear as she nibbled on it a little before planting another sensual kiss on my lips.

　　I didn't respond, there was nothing to say, all she needed to do was get the door open so we could get down to it.

　　I wanted to know what that ass felt like.

　　She got the door open and it was a room lit up with pink lighting. It had a huge heart-shaped bed in the middle that was dressed with a leopard print blanket and it had way too many pillows on it, not that that mattered at all.

　　I sat on the bed while Angel locked the door and then she proceeded to walk towards me slowly and seductively. As she stripped her clothes off revealing that she looked even better naked than she did dress up.

　　She had perfectly round and average-sized breasts with a smoking rose tattooed right above her ribs on her left side, she had nice sexy legs but I knew that already, what I realized then was how nicely they complimented her hips.

　　Angel was a gorgeous woman and despite the weird nagging feeling that I couldn't seem to shake in the back of my mind, I wanted her.

　　And when she got close enough I could tell she wanted me as she took my finger and slipped it into her pussy as she took a deep breath and let out a sexy shaky sigh. She was ready already. I felt her wet juicy pussy dripping with desire and excitement. She pulled it out and sucked on it and that made it just a bit harder to breathe as my heart rate sped up.

　　But just as she leaned in for another kiss I realized what the nagging feeling in the back of my mind was, Irena, I couldn't shake the feeling.

　　I couldn't ignore it either, even after all the things she said I just couldn't.

　　"I'm sorry Angel you're a lovely lady but I can't do this," I stated as I left the room with Angel naked on the bed completely confused as to what had just happened, and honestly, so was I.

　　I had a gorgeous woman who had opened herself up to me completely practically begging for me to take her and I'm thinking of a woman who stated how much she doesn't want me not too long ago?

　　I made my way back into the club trying to find Petrulli with only one question on my mind.

　　What the fuck is happening to me?