The nightclub encounter

It was singles night at the local night club and like every other 20something single or not I was there.

I wasn’t trying to find a girlfriend, merely a conquest, a girl to have my way with and leave. Boy did I find one.

I wouldn’t say I was a jack the lad, I wasn’t on the football team or the rugby team, hell I wasn’t even sporty, I just had good genetics. I was tall and broad, with a full beard and short brown hair, and money, it always helped to buy a girl a drink no matter what you looked like.

So there I was, standing at the bar surveying the scene, beer in hand, bobbing my head as the bass boomed. That’s when I was her, in the middle of the dance floor showing off for all the guys and girls.

I could tell Everyone wanted her, her supple body, the way it flexed and moved to the beat. She had the body of a god, slim and athletic with the barest hint of breasts which her nipples made up for, standing proud for all to see in the tight top she wore. Her long slender legs that seem to go on for miles, and an ass that was perfect, capped in a deep red skirt. She kept her hair in a ponytail so the guys would have an unobstructed view as she licked her lips and fluttered her eyes.

I watched as she ground every guy, daring them to take her, to do what they want but they didn’t , she giggle as they awkwardly tried to hide their erections.she started towards the bar and I positioned myself to intercept as her.

“That was a bit mean of you” I said, putting my mouth to her ear so she can hear me, The smell of her sweat and perfume was intoxicating.
“Thanks” she laughed “men always think they know what they want, tills it’s dancing provocatively in front of them”
“Women too” I replied pointing with my bottle at a middle aged woman, her eyes locked on the stranger, desire in her eyes.
“Yeah them too, so you gunna buy me a drink?”
Her forwardness didn’t throw me. It was what I was expecting.