♥ ♥ Sugar Rush ~ {Eye - Candy Part Three }~(Fan-fiction)♥

“ID please,” a heavy weighted bouncer boomed as Sugar attempted to walk through the laser flashing doors of the D-J club.1

This was ridiculous. The club had never had bouncers let alone ID checks. Now there was no way in hell she was going to get into the club.2

The only thing remotely resembling Id was her saddle membership that her mother had given her on her seventh birthday.3

Real fucking smooth thinking, sugar thought to herself. Mumbling as she fumbled around in her hand bag, stalling the line that ran out as far as the peer.4

“It's in here somewhere,” she lied,dropping her purse on the ground.5

Embarrassed Sugar bent down. Giving the bouncer a good look at her cleavage before she arched herself along his body, flashing him a seducing smile.6

“It seems as though I have left my card at home. What you say, you let me in and I will make it worth your while,” she said pointing toward the door. Her hands wavering neat the mans ghastly leather pants.7

Anyone would think he was from a downtown bondage club with the get up he was in. It took all of Sugars effort not to scream at him. Letting him know he was at the wrong club and that the likelihood of her even offering him a blow job was slim. 8

That and if he didn't get out of the way she would damn well wrap his balls around her high heels, dragging them inside the club. Instead her eyes met the mans.9

Silent he stood, uninterested in her offer. Only moving to push her slightly away from him so he could continue his ID check. The couple behind them huffing, their breathing tamed with annoyance.10

“Could you move it along,” one spoke up. Almost snarling at Sugar.11

Agreeing the bouncer sighed.12

“No ID, no entry lass,” he boomed, checking the couples ID, letting them pass without a worry.13

“But you don't understand. I have someone waiting for me inside,” Sugar pleaded. 14

Time was running out. They would soon be packed and the doors would be closed till early morning. 15

“Ah right lass, and who might be that important?” he asked mocking her in a girly voice. The best any man ever had or could.16

Sugar paused. Ready to explode, cry, scream.17

Who was so important? She would tell him.18

Then realization hit her painfully like a hammer on the head. Sugar had no idea who she had come to see. No idea at all. Her lover had been a secret admirer, known only to himself.19

Sugar barely cried. It took a lot for her her eyes to swell, her emotions melting into the molten fire of desperation, but tonight she knew she was about to.20

She clenched her fist into two tight balls of fury. Her eyes flaming and hazardous, she could not take much more of this. 21

With Kizza and her frantic paranoia and now the sleazy , leather bound sumo who restricted her from her favorite club. Her night was turning pear shaped with every minute passing and that was not even mentioning the so called mystery man who now looked more like a weak boy in her eyes. Too gutless to tell her who he really was, yet obviously old enough to make it inside the club.22

“I think his name is Tom,” Sugar spat. Running through her mind, the list of suitable names that a weak prat would have.”23

“You think? You think his name is Tom lass? Do you have any idea how many Toms are behind those doors?” he asked pointing towards the front entrance. The key to all her glory.24

Sugar shook her head.25

“One? Now fucking let me in,” she screamed, a scream so high-pitched it echoed through the cold streets. 26

The bouncer was not impressed.27

Sugar watched in anticipation as he punched numbers into his phone. Silent while it rang. The line becoming now insanely impatient.28

“Oi, what's the fucking hold up,” a man bellowed through the morning frost. “I've been waiting her for an hour now. I want to fucking get inside.”29

The bouncer glared. His eyes directing towards the now near silent line. His expression enough to announce his power.30

“Yes this is Mark. Could I please have security down to the entrance? We have minor here who need escorting home.”31

Sugar scowled.32

How could he do this to her? Her night was ruined?33

Her hands now beckoned him forward as she his arm shoved his arm; before being violently shaken off.34

“I warned you. No ID, no entry. This is your own fault lass.”35

Sugar winced, losing grip. Not only physically, but mentally. Her emotions a chaotic stir.36

“You know what? Fuck you?” Sugar screamed, in hopes of insulting Mark. Her words meaning to stab him in the face like a knife, slashing away his hard, ugly smile.37

“Fuck you. I hope you know you have lost one of your best customers.”38

Mark boomed. His laughter causing the people behind her in the line to turn their faces towards Sugar. Some amused, others barely impressed. Most of them with smiles that painted portraits across their faces.39

“I can guarantee you lass, that trash like you will not be missed,” he said. His eyes directed towards his helpers. 40

“Now why don't you go home and wash all that filth of your face, and wait patiently for a few years like the rest of your teeny-hopper friends?41

Sugar sensed her shame. Her own eyes darting between the two men behind her. Their hands groping at her for control. The bouncer no longer interested in her little game. His power: heartless. Her humiliation: proven.42

“Would you like to get the fuck away from me?” she screamed. Fighting back the urge to cry. Her glittery lashes itchy and sensitive in light of her shame.43

One of the pair gripped her tightly. His smile transgressing her as his skeletal fingers dig into her skin.44

“I know a place where you could go” he chuckled. Malice streaking his gaze.45

Sugar's eyes darted to his weary partner. Her body language signaling a sign of help.46

Quickly his partner caught on. Snapping his partners grip, steering him away from Sugar. His own body unable to ease. The tension rich in the air.47

“Let her go. She's just a kid. Jail-bate. Don't be a fool. There are plenty of whores back inside.”48

Unwavering his partners response. He gripped Sugars wrist, dragging her down the street and onto the jetty.49

Fear stung her body. Shooting, pulsing, coursing through her as she struggled to fight him off.50

“Stop it...let go of me... fucking dick...let go.”51

Laughing his partner running behind. Caught between calling for more help or chasing his partner. The bouncers buddy stopped short at the edge of the jetty. His grip now firmer than before. His eyes darting between the ocean and sugar.52

Sugar caught on. Her heart beat racing fervently. Her head shaking, legs trembling, trying to fight a scream, but barely even moaning.53

“Oh...no...” she managed to squeal.54

His partner now behind her causing him to loosen his grip.55

“Oh yes,” he chuckled. “The boss asked you to clean up whore,” he stated edging her over the water.56

“And I'm only doing my job.”57