Page 3 of Sinners’ Appetite

I knew the club would be too much for me to handle. The noise was unbearable, so I dismissed myself and slowly walked around the building for a while. I contemplated on taking an uber back to my place, but then I found a rather peaceful spot to sit out back of the club, at a picnic table.

I’ve been scrolling through my phone now for at least an hour and a half, waiting for Jeremy and Sammi. It’s quiet out here though, so I can’t really complain.

Just as I’m about to watch a useless video about hand-made soap, I hear the back door of the club open, so I look over in that direction and see Nikki walking out.

I exit the video and text Jeremy, letting him know that I’ll be there in a second to catch a ride with them. Hopefully they didn’t leave already.

Jeremy texts me back right away, saying that they’re still waiting out front and that the uber will be at least another twenty minutes.

I start walking in that direction until I hear something that makes me turn my head instantly.

The distinct sound of a blunt object hitting something, or rather—someone.

The very second I turn around, I see Nikki on the ground and someone standing over her with the pipe in their hands, preparing to hit her again. I bolt through the parking lot as fast as I can and catch the person off guard, grabbing the pipe from their hand as I approach them from behind.

Before the person can even respond, I whack the pipe into the side of their head. They make a loud grunting sound and then fall to the ground, completely motionless while the blood pools beneath their head. When I turn toward Nikki, I see red staining the back of her hair.

“Fuck!” I holler, reaching down to assess her wound. It doesn’t appear to be very deep, but she’ll need to get at least a few stitches and be examined for a possible concussion.

Removing my sweater, I place it under her head and roll her over. To my surprise, her eyes flutter open, but she looks as though she’s in shock.

I have to call 911 right now.

“Nikki… don’t try to move. Stay right here for me.

” I check to make sure she’s going to do what I say before walking over to the guy and grabbing hold of his feet, dragging him off behind the dumpster close by.

Reaching down, I check for a pulse and when there’s no indication of there being one, I then walk over to the metal pipe and toss it inside.

I take my phone out of my pocket and dial, telling the dispatcher our location and my name. I shoot off another text to Jeremy quickly, telling him what happened. A minute or two later, he and Sammi come running around the corner of the club in our direction.

“Nikki!” Sammi cries out, nearly collapsing next to where I have Nikki resting. Her eyes are open, but she hasn’t said a word.

Not long after, the ambulance shows up and loads Nikki onto a stretcher, taking her away so fast that none of us have a chance to process.

“What the fuck happened?” Jeremy finally asks as we stand there watching the ambulance drive away.

“Someone was waiting for her to come out. I’m sure of it.” I’m still half stunned by what just happened myself.

“Where did they go?” Sammi asks.

I shake my head. “He took off.”

“Thank fucking god you were here,” Jeremy says as Sammi embraces him and starts to cry.

I guess she’s right.

I don’t even want to think about what might have happened if I hadn’t been here.

Would he have killed her?

I tossed and turned all fucking night. The incident from last night kept running through my mind over and over, driving me half fucking crazy.

As soon as I get out of bed, I reach for my phone to text Jeremy.

How’s Nikki?

Within a few seconds, he texts back.

She’s coming home today. They kept her over night to monitor her.

That’s good news.

Man, I can’t say how thankful we are for you helping her.

I’m just glad I noticed when I did.

Well, thank you.

I set my phone down on the end table and head to the bathroom to take a quick shower. If I keep myself distracted by working at the studio today, I should be able to keep my mind off things. All that matters is that she’s safe and on the mend.

Once I get into the shower, thoughts of Nikki run through my mind.

In fact, she’s all I’ve thought about since last night.

I don’t know why, but I feel so drawn to her.

I haven’t thought about a woman this much since Amber.

I think I must be still running high on adrenaline because my cock is rock fucking hard.

The more I think about Nikki, the harder I get.

Fuck it. Nobody’s going to know that I jerked off in the shower thinking about her after rescuing her.

It’ll be my harmless, dirty little secret.

I wrap my hand firmly around my cock. I picture her on her knees in front of me, her mouth opened wide, anticipation lurking in her eyes before I slowly slide into her mouth.

I’d be gentle at first, allowing her to decide how much of me she can handle. I can almost feel her tongue graze along the underside of my shaft as I work my hand up and down, circling the tip of my with my palm.

Does she swallow? I’d sure like to find out.

Though, I’d be perfectly fine watching it all drip out of her mouth and down onto those tits.

I slam my hand onto the wall as I quicken my movements, imagining her throat tightening around my cock.

I add a second hand, twisting both in opposite directions until I come so hard that my vision goes blurry and I stumble forward.

Resting my forehead against the wall, I take a few deep breaths then reach for a cloth and the body wash, attempting to wash away the indecent thoughts still fresh in my mind.

I would give anything just to touch her.

I go straight to the studio after showering. Nothing seems to be working to get my mind off Nikki and it’s driving me insane. I’ve done some research into what paint schemes work well for a photography studio and all I’ve come up with is a general consensus that neutral colors are the way to go.

White seems to be the best bet, with the possibility of a black accent wall behind where I’m putting my desk. I think it’ll open the space up a little more and allow me to make use of the natural lighting that enters through the large windows.

Jeremy might allow me to construct a half wall, but before I plan it out, I’d like him to stop by so I can run it by him first. I reach into my pocket and take my phone out, hoping that he’s not busy today so I can get started on the project as soon as possible.

Hey, are you free? I have something I would like to get your opinion on.

I’m free. I can stop by. Sammi is at the hospital waiting for Nikki to be discharged.

How is she feeling?

She’s hopped up on pain meds right now as far as I know.

I’m glad she’s okay. She’ll have to rest for a few days, I imagine.

Yeah, she’s stubborn though. I wouldn’t be surprised if she goes back into work tonight.

I sure hope not.

I hope her boss tells her not to.

I’ll be there in about twenty minutes. I’m just finishing my lunch.

Sounds good. See you then.

Nikki would be stupid to go back to that place so fast. Surely, she’s entitled to some sick days or something. Maybe I should have a word with her boss.

Why am I so concerned about her well-being?

I don’t even know her and I already feel like I have to protect her. This is completely out of character for me. I usually avoid women at all costs, but this one—I just can’t.

I want to know everything there is to know about her.