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"Tell me again," he complained, "Why we're going to a gothic nightclub?"
"because I like the music" his ex-girlfiend Tessa told him, holding tightly to his waist. And, he noticed, Craig's waist too.
"Are we dressed for this?" Craig asked. "Yeah, sure!" Tessa said, a bit too brightly. Even as drunk as they were, he could spot this.
"Accountants fit in perfectly!" Tessa slanted a telling glance at him, laughing outright at his glare. "We're here!" she declared, and guided them into an alley way. He tried to pull away, but she had him in a good grip. At the counter, he managed to pull away, but only to have his wallet stolen and opened in front of him. "Tessa!" She grinned and gave him back the change. "I need a drink." She raised an eyebrow at him, and bounced ahead. Craig stared after her longingly.
"You know, mate, I was wondering..."
"Go ahead. It's all over between us." And had been for a long long time. Craig grinned, and he laughed, and the two of them followed Tessa into the depths of the darkest nightclub he had ever seen.
Goths hung from the ceilings. Goths held up the walls. Goths moped on the dance floor. Goths sucked tar in the smoking area. Distinctly uncomfortable in his white shirt and pin striped pants, he headed for the bar, knowing he would find Tessa there. She was leaning over the bar to sweet talk the bartender, her ass in full view of any one looking. Despite the crowd, a couple of people did notice. he grinned. He felt a lot more comfortable suddenly; he loved being in public with attractive women, loved the covert looks and the admiration. He slapped her ass and told her to hurry up. She just gave him a look and stepped back from the bar as the drinks were being made. The three of them retreated to a corner, to continue the chat.
Alone now, Tessa and Craig on the dance floor, he started perusing the crowd again, wondering what drove them to their extremes. He'd never worn make up, and as far as he had known, had never had an interest in doing so. A lot of the women were attractive, corseted and graceful. Some were truly frightening. A queen staggered past, in high heels and a pvc corset and almost landed on him. Beer and heels obviously didn't mix, he told himself with a small smile. And then she appeared in front of him.
Her hair was less flame-like, but the rich auburn could not be mistaken. Nor her dancing eyes and magnificent breasts. She grinned hello at him, and he returned the salute. "Hi!" she shouted over the music. "How you doin'?" He licked his lips, and smiled. "You don't look so shy tonight!" he yelled back. He was sure he was deaf, for he saw her lips move but heard nothing. "What?" She said it again, so he moved closer into her again, and once again was enveloped in her scent. This time, he heard her.
"Want to do shots? My way?" He blinked, his confusion obvious. And then laughed and shrugged. "Sure," he told her, hoping she could lip read over the music. She performed the same sweet talking efforts for the bar tender as Tessa had done; and he grinned at the thought of the view the bartender must be enjoying. His own eyes wandered over her ass, so nicely presented beneath layers and layers of satin and lace. Her skirts covered her all the way to the heels of her boots, but she lifted one foot, and he had a flash of black stocking. She leaped back from the bar, as the bartender started building a row of layered shots, using Baileys, Cointreau and Kahlua. B52s, he realised, six of them. Being polite, he took two, and handed one too her. She laughed, and shook her head, and put hers back next to it's four twins, so only he was holding a glass.
"My way!" she told him again, and then made gestures to the effect that he was to drink the shot. He slammed it down, the sweet creamy taste with the alcoholic kick making his tongue curl in delight. Hands grabbed his shoulders, and he was dragged down to her mouth. This time her tongue was penetrative, curious, enthralling, slick and hot. She breathed through his mouth, the mingled tastes of her and the shot a heady mix. He opened his eyes to see her standing on her toes, and coming back to herself slowly. She opened her eyes and grinned at him.
"My turn?" he could read her lips. He was still in awe at the first shot when she drank the second, holding the sweet teaser on her tongue for several seconds before swallowing, and then sharing the heat, zing, hormones and delight of the alcohol. This time the kiss lasted longer; they shared breath, and the world reeled away drunkenly, yet he'd swear he never felt more sobre.
It was his turn, he leaned on the bar as he took the third shot into his hand. She grinned and laughed at him. He put the drink down and grabbed her around the waist, his hand smoothing up and down the supporting boning under satin as he readied himself for the next drink. He tried to emulate her by holding the shot in his mouth for several seconds before allowing it to drain down his throat, and then he crushed her to him, pressing her whole body against him as their tongues shared the experience. His left hand still held the shot glass on the bar; his right hand in the small of her back pressing her breasts against him. He sighed; moaned at the sensations engaged in the simple drinking of a shot glass of alcohol, and she responded against him, her hips pressing forward and her back arching; her breasts against him. Her tongue delved into his mouth, and duelling for supremacy and failing. Eventually, they surfaced for air.
He handed her the next shot. She smiled delightedly at him, thanking him for such a small courtesy, biting her kiss-swollen bottom lip. Eyes fastened to his, she drank the shot down immediately. Her arms went around him, drawing his hips closer against hers, her tongue delved into his mouth lightly, and then darted away as he tried to suck on her tongue. he wrapped both hands around her, one hand on the back of her neck and the other on her waist. She was soft and hard; flesh and steel pressing into him, her curves fitting so nicely, he hadn't been this randy in years. She was an erotic tease; she seemed to know his nervous system inside and out. Her tongue was again in his mouth, and this time he sucked for all he was worth, and she kissed the life away from his very bones. Both of them gasping for breath, she rested her forehead against his, laughed, and asked "Do you love me?" to which he laughed as she had, all husky and strangled for breath, and said "Hell yeah!" "I don't know if I can handle another two," she told him. He laughed at her and called her weak. She drew her nails across his back; he arched against her at the exquisite pain and she spread her hands wide and grabbed a buttock cheek with each palm, and forced his erection harder against her. "Weak!"
She handed him the next shot. The last shot looked lonely on the bar. He kept her tight against him, and tilted his head to her in salute before he downed it. Then, he drowned in her. One hand roved upwards, outlining the delicate soft flesh of her breasts, whilst his other hand ran along the back of her neck, and then cradled the back of her head under the weight of her hair. She let her head rest in his hand, and ran one of her hand up his chest and along the width of his arm. His erection lay against her belly, hot and heavy. Her tongue was gentle now, even as his was rapacious, trying to taste all of her.
Ok, I'm tired, and we still have more shots to finish writing. I think it's time I went to bed. Blah blah blah. :-)
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Date: 2004-05-09 08:53 am (UTC)From:melt.
that was cool. Matches rather well with your previous post.
I could see them. I could feel the liquor running down my throat.
oh for a cocksucking cowboy RIGHT NOW!
Shots
Date: 2004-05-11 07:12 pm (UTC)From::-)
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Date: 2004-05-15 05:07 am (UTC)From:how often do you step inside my fantasies... inside my Self...?
*blush swooon*
please finish... let me drown in what is to come...