His to Preserve

"Hello Sab, did you miss me?, I yelled bursting into my best friend's house trying to get her to wake up

" Sabrina Sanders, wake your grumpy gorgeous ass up" She frowned and threw her pillows at me, I ducked one and let the other hit me. I casually strolled in as she got up squinting against the morning light.

   "Sab, you're not gonna believe who just got a job" I murmured.

She rubbed the sleep from her eyes while sitting up with her eyes wide open. Her suspicion turned to curiosity as she saw the tears well up in my eyes.

"Really Isla, if you're fucking with me I swear to God I'm gonna whoop...no no way, really?"

  "It's true Sab," I murmured, my voice cracking as I held out my phone, the email glowing on the screen. "I got it."

She snatched the phone, her eyes scanning the text. Her voice dropped "Oh my God Isla, I'm so fucking  proud of you my best friend, Thorne and co???, You just got a job at Thorne and Co?" she whispered in disbelief which quickly turned into pure joy.

"Yeah, Sab... I'm going to be working as the historian. The Thorne's Foundation  accreditation review is in  six months and I've been employed to put their records in order, authenticate artifacts and heirlooms for insurance, and also document their history for the next generation."

"Aww...my baby girl".

She pulled me into a bone-crushing hug "We fucking need to celebrate, it's Friday Isla; I strongly recommend some alcohol, clubbing, and serious pounding to that tight little pussy of yours"

A wicked grin spread across my face as she gently tugged on a curl in my hair.

"Firstly, I need to..." I protested.

"No excuses, let's get you something to wear my sexy historian.

NIGHTCLUB:

 The club reeked of sweat, perfume, and vodka, its loudspeakers thrummed through the floor into my bones.

"I'm gonna get another round!" Sab yelled over the music as she weaved around the crowded bar rotating her hips to the beat as she moved. She laughed, flashing me a thumbs-up.

"Don't take too long you horny ass" I retorted.

She giggled and gave me a light shove. "Whatever, go get some dick yourself Isla!"

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It's been thirty minutes since Sab went to get "another round" and my butt feels sore from sitting, so I decided to go on a rescue mission.

The hallway to the restroom was dimly lit and rowdier, The air was also muskier with cigarettes and sweat.

"Watch where you're going, weirdo" A skinny guy yelled groping and grinding on some female.

"Sorry" I muttered 

 "Want some head baby..."A large, sweaty guy with grizzled blonde hair blocked my path, clutching my hand tightly; his breath smelled like beer as he spoke.

"How about some little fun," he slurred.

Panic laced through me "No thank you" I let out, the fear evident in my voice.

"Come on baby" he insisted, pulling me closer, I stumbled backwards