Iris's Pov

I stepped into the hot, dimly lit club with Travis's heavy hand on my ass cheek under the hem of my leather gown.

The fabric looked like it was painted on me, showing my curves, and riding up a bit to tease. My wedge heels clicked on the dirty, sticky floor, dark hair brushing my eyes.

Everywhere reeked of booze, sweat, cum and pit smells. Bodies were slamming into each other, grinding and moaning together.

"You gonna let loose tonight or what, Iris?" Travis breathed in my ear, squeezing my firm ass.

"Fuck yeah, " I whispered in a husky voice. "I wanna get wrecked stupid."

We soon...