Page 5 of Double Shot

“Sure.” Clarence let go of his glass to reach over and trail cold, clammy fingers over my arm as I stood. He shot me another sultry, smouldering smile. “Hurry back, my beautiful little incu-baby, or Goat Daddy might have to give you a spanking later.”

Nope. That was it. That was my limit. I powerwalked to the restrooms, which were through a little archway that also led to the small outdoor seating area. All three stall doors were open when I stepped into the bathroom, and I exhaled in relief as I headed for the middle one and locked the door behind me.

It was a very normal bathroom stall for a dive bar, but I did a double take when I noticed the hole in the cubicle wall, its edges lined with fraying duct tape, its perimeter decorated with graffiti and phone numbers and lewd drawings in permanent marker. A glory hole. Wow. Why had I never been to this bar before? A good glory hole was surprisingly hard to find.

Perching on the closed toilet lid, I pulled out my phone and brought up my messages with Nat. He’d texted me earlier making sure I got to my date okay, then again reminding me of our secret code in case my date was a serial killer. Honestly, that was still in question at this point. Clarence gave me weird vibes.

He’d eaten that duck at dinner with way too much gusto.

Shoulders slumping with despondence, I started typing out a text to Nat.

Me: Surprise—date ended up being a disaster. Guy is weird. Not in a good way.

Just a few seconds later, I saw the dots appear as Nat started typing his reply.

Nat: Oh no. Sorry, sweetness. Weird how? Are you home?

Me: Not yet. Gonna try and leave soon though. And I’m not sure, but he just creeps me out. WHY CAN’T I JUST FIND A NICE GUY, NAT??

Nat: Do you need me to come and meet you? And I don’t know, babes. I’m sorry. You’re the best. So it’s REALLY not going well? Which means you’re still going to be hungry tomorrow then…?

I heaved a huge, long-suffering sigh and rested my temple on the stall wall as I gazed down at my phone miserably. Nat was right. I was still going to be hungry—in the incubus sense—because there was no way in Hell I was having sex with Clarence.

Which meant I’d have to go out and find someone else to fuck in the next couple of days. Or try to inconspicuously stand outside a motel room with a couple furiously fucking inside it at work so I could absorb some residual sexual energy.

My chest gave a little pang as I thought of those two wrestlers who used to rent out room fifteen and go absolutely wild in there. Just non-stop, animalistic, loud, bedframe-rattling sex for hours on end. I hadn’t needed to feed for at least two weeks after their visits.

I missed them. They’d been so hot.

After the fae had let slip that they were both professional wrestlers, it hadn’t taken me long to track them down. Wasn’t like there were lots of different supernatural professional wrestling leagues in the local area.

I’d paid for a meet and greet to catch up with them—and try to convince them to come back to the Elfknot—but hadn’t been back to Goliaths since. Even though the wrestling show I’d watched that night had been very titillating. Lots of half-naked people writhing together in a ring.

Plus, I’d met that gorgeous, shy werewolf. B. Were. I’d got his autograph on a pair of skimpy little shorts. For a few days, I’d worn those shorts to jerk off, thinking about him and making plans to book tickets to see the wrestling again. Then I’d met some dude—a shadowperson in a local metal band—who seemed to really like me at first, only to ghost me after we banged.

Men.

Just… fucking men. I loved them with a fiery burning passion in my loins, and yet they were such shitheads.

I heard the restroom door swing open and realised I hadn’t replied to Nat yet. As I started typing, I was vaguely aware of heavy boots thudding across the floor. The partition wall between the cubicles rattled as the stall door beside mine was opened and locked shut.

Me: Yeah, I’ll still be hungry :( I do not want to fuck this guy, Nat. Uuuuggghhhh.

As I typed it, I pouted and gently knocked my head against the cubicle wall with a big sigh. The person in the stall next to me sniffed and cleared their throat. I glanced at the wall between us with a mild curl of my lip. If they were sick, they shouldn’t be out in a bar sniffing and coughing and breathing all over other folks. Gross.

My phone vibrated in my hand, drawing my gaze back down to it. I was still perched on the toilet lid with my legs crossed, trying to drag this conversation out for as long as possible to avoid having to go back out there and sit with Clarence. Maybe if I hid in here long enough, he’d just leave.

But no. I couldn’t do that. It wasn’t fair.

Ugh.

We’ll go out tomorrow night and find someone, babe, Nat replied just as I heard the guy in the next stall unzip his fly.

Movement out of the corner of my eye had me automatically looking up from my phone again, before my brain had even processed that any movement coming from something other than me in this locked bathroom stall should’ve been alarming.

My mouth dropped open when I saw what it was. My eyes grew wide. A tingle thrummed through my lower body—something I hadn’t felt once during the entire evening. Until now.

Because there was now a dick sticking out of that glory hole.