The Aalborg Karnival was a fever dream of chaos and color, a pulsing beast of a party that swallowed the streets whole. The air was thick with the scent of spilled beer, sweat, and cheap perfume, the thumping bass of parade music vibrating through the cobblestones. Everywhere I looked, revelers stumbled and danced, their costumes a riot of feathers, glitter, and barely-there fabric. I, Simon, wove through the crowd, my heart a jackhammer in my chest, my eyes darting for a glimpse of her—Freja. My coworker. My obsession. The woman who’d haunted my thoughts for far too long with her sharp tongue and sharper gaze.
I pushed past a group of drunken pirates, their slurred sea shanties grating on my nerves, when I finally saw her. Hidden behind a cluster of partygoers, I froze. There she was, unmistakable even in the sea of madness. Freja stood tall, her long legs barely covered by a cheeky Pizza Hut server outfit—a red cap tilted jauntily on her blonde head, a tiny apron doing a piss-poor job of hiding her curves. Beside her was Anna, her bombshell friend, dressed in the same getup, her dark hair spilling out from under her cap as she threw her head back in laughter. They were a pair of sirens in a sea of drunks, drinks in hand, their eyes glinting with mischief.
My breath hitched as I watched them zero in on a guy I vaguely recognized—Anders, some dorky kid from their circle. He was all awkward limbs and nervous energy, his cheap superhero cape askew, his glasses slipping down his nose as he clutched a plastic cup like it was a lifeline. Freja’s gaze locked onto him like a predator spotting prey, and she sauntered over, her hips swaying with purpose. I ducked lower behind a group of giggling girls in bunny ears, my pulse racing as I strained to hear over the cacophony of the parade.
“Well, well, Anders,” Freja purred, her voice cutting through the noise like a blade, dripping with wicked intent. “You’ve been staring at us all night like a lost puppy. Is there something you’ve always wanted to try, hmm? Don’t be shy now.”
Anders turned beet red, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he stammered, “I-I… uh… I don’t know what you mean…”
“Oh, come on,” Anna chimed in, her tone teasing as she leaned in close, her cleavage practically in his face. “Don’t play innocent with us. We can see it in your eyes. Spit it out, nerd boy. What’s your dirty little secret?”
His hands trembled, the beer in his cup sloshing as he mumbled, barely audible, “I… I’ve always wanted to… to force myself down a throat and… and finish there.”
A jolt shot through me, hot and sharp, as his confession hung in the air. I should’ve looked away, should’ve walked off into the crowd, but I was rooted to the spot, my mind reeling. Freja’s lips curled into a smirk, her eyes glinting with something dangerous and hungry.
“Is that so?” she drawled, stepping closer until she was towering over him, her presence suffocating. “Well, lucky for you, I’m in a generous mood tonight. But it’s gonna cost you, sweetheart. Ten grand for the ride of your life. Non-negotiable.”
Anders’ eyes widened, but there was no hesitation. He fumbled for his phone, his fingers shaking as he muttered, “Y-yeah, okay, deal. I’ve got it. I’ll transfer it right now.”
Anna laughed, a sharp, mocking sound. “Look at him, Freja. He’s practically drooling. You sure you wanna give this virgin his dream for just ten? Make him beg for it.”
“Shut up, Anna,” Freja snapped, though there was a playful edge to her voice. She turned back to Anders, her gaze pinning him in place. “Money first, then we play. Hurry up, kid. I’m not waiting all night.”
I watched, my stomach twisting with a mix of jealousy and dark fascination, as the transaction went through with a ping on Freja’s phone. She grinned, satisfied, and without another word, grabbed Anders by the wrist, dragging him toward a shadowy alley just off the main parade route. Anna followed, tossing a taunting wink over her shoulder as if she knew someone was watching. My feet moved before my brain caught up, and I crept closer, staying out of sight behind a stack of crates, my heart pounding so loud I swore they’d hear it.
In the dim light of the alley, Freja didn’t waste time. She shrugged off her apron and shirt, leaving herself in just a pair of black lace panties, her skin glowing under the faint streetlamp. Anders looked like he might pass out, his breath coming in ragged gasps as she stepped toward him, her voice low and commanding.
“Grab my ponytail,” she ordered, her tone leaving no room for argument. “And don’t hold back. I’m not some delicate flower. Go to town, or I’ll make you regret wasting my time.”
He hesitated for half a second before his shaky hands wrapped around her blonde ponytail, and then it was on. The sound of her head slamming into his pelvis was raw, rhythmic, almost brutal, the bulge in her neck visible with every thrust. Anders cursed under his breath, his voice a mix of awe and desperation. “Fuck… oh fuck… I can’t… I can’t believe this…”
Anna leaned against the wall, sipping her drink like she was watching a goddamn movie, her smirk never faltering. “Look at you, big boy,” she teased, her voice dripping with mockery. “How’s it feel to finally get what you’ve been jerking off to all these years? Wanna finish already, don’t you? Bet you’re dying to blow it deep in her throat.”
Anders groaned, his grip tightening on Freja’s hair, his hips jerking erratically. “P-please… I need to… I’m so close…”
“Not yet, champ,” Anna cut in, her tone sharp and gleeful. “You don’t get to finish until I say so. And honestly, I’m thinking that’s worth another five grand. What do you say? Cough it up, or I’ll make Freja stop right now.”
Freja pulled back for a moment, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, her eyes flashing with amusement as she looked up at Anders. “She’s not kidding, you know. Pay up, or I walk. Your call.”
He was a mess, sweat dripping down his forehead, his voice cracking as he nodded frantically. “Okay, okay! I’ll pay! Just… just don’t stop. Please.”
I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms as I watched the scene unfold, every word searing into my brain. Anna laughed again, pulling out her phone to confirm the transfer, but before she could say another word, Anders seemed to snap. His desperation turned to something primal, and he growled, “I paid for this. I don’t need your fucking permission.”
With a sudden burst of force, he yanked Freja’s head down harder, the collision of her skull against his hips a relentless, frenzied rhythm. She didn’t flinch, didn’t resist—just took it with a kind of unapologetic dominance that made my chest tighten. His yells filled the alley, raw and unhinged, as he fought to hold on, until finally, he couldn’t anymore. With a guttural cry, he erupted, his body shuddering as he forced her down one last time, his release evident in the way his knees buckled.
Anna clapped slowly, her grin wicked. “Well, damn. Didn’t think you had it in you, nerd boy. How’s it feel to be a man now?”
Freja pulled back, catching her breath, her expression unreadable but undeniably powerful as she wiped her mouth again and stood, towering over Anders once more. “Hope it was worth every penny,” she said coolly, already slipping her shirt back on like nothing had happened. “Don’t expect a discount next time.”
I stayed hidden, my breath shallow, my mind a storm of envy and twisted thrill. Freja’s unapologetic control, Anna’s biting taunts, Anders’ overwhelmed ecstasy—it all played on a loop in my head as the parade’s noise swallowed the alley’s echoes. I wanted to step out, to say something, to be the one under Freja’s gaze, but I couldn’t move. Not yet. For now, I was just a shadow, watching the woman I craved own the night—and everyone in it.
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