“I’m Preston…” I started to introduce myself when she interrupted.
“Preston Maxwell,” she said, never taking her eyes off me. “I’m Nicole. I hope I’m not bugging you or anything. I’m with a few friends and we’re all big fans of yours and…”
Her voice faded into the background. I knew she was saying something but none of the words really sank into my head. All I could pay attention to was the gloss on her lips, the way her neck was so smooth and calling for my attention and how her dark green dress was so tight and fitting.
“Oh, here are my friends,” her voice picked back up and I realized she called in four other girls to the table. One of them was actually quite cute, with dark short hair and hazel brown eyes. She seemed a little Asian too but I couldn’t tell what part of Asia she must be from.
“Here’s Kim,” Nicole introduced the aforementioned Asian girl. “Then here’s Mary, Laura and Sabrina.”
I’ve always had girls come to me. I can’t say I’m the most handsome man in the world but I did try my best to look clean and go to the gym regularly. Right now though, I wasn’t so sure if these girls were flocking to me because of my looks or because of my wallet.
They didn’t waste time trying to get into my pants though. After just a few drinks and some small talk we were out of the seats and on the dance floor. Mercury Wild was primarily a bar and restaurant, but there was a dance floor and they did play some club tracks now and then. It wasn’t always a live band.
While Nicole was the first one to come up to me, it was Kim that really got my attention. She was cute; she had this adorable accent and the way she moved her body – God, the way she moved! – It was like sex on a dance floor. When she looked at me, I could see the fires of a dragon ready to melt me away and I loved the excitement in her every action.
“You’ve got a really devilish smile,” she told me when we did get back to our seats. Well, I sat down and she sat on my lap.
“I’ll take that as a compliment,” I said as I pulled her in for a hug and pressed my lips against hers. The taste of whiskey and her succulent lips blended together into a smorgasbord of mind-blowing sensations. I pressed in deeper, parting her lips with my tongue and digging in deep. She was a playful, naughty little kitten.
When our lips separated, she continued to land soft, playful pecks on my cheek and up to my ear. “I’ve got an itch…”
I was having one heck of an erection and I knew she could feel it. I glanced over her for a second and saw her friends were busy on the dance floor. Nicole was by the bar getting a drink. I guessed they wouldn’t mind me “borrowing” Kim for a while.
“Let me fix that for you,” I said with squinted eyes and bit down on her neck. When she moaned, I was so tempted to just fuck her right there. “Come with me.”
She grinded her hips against mine to entice me even more. Only then did she get off and took my hand. I quickly followed her lead, leaving both her and my friends at Mercury Wild.
5
Lyla
“We should have gone to Mercury Wild,” Mikaela said as we sat in the club, sipping on our drinks.
I was pretty happy with my margarita so I had no idea what her problem was. “Why? What’s wrong with this place?”
“The music sucks,
” Mikaela explained. “I want to dance with a stranger and get laid.”
Karen rolled her eyes and said, “You’re just saying that because you’re still not getting over Jordan.”
Mikaela looked hurt but surprisingly she nodded in agreement and said, “Yeah, I have to admit that much. He was sweet, he was responsible, he was funny and I have to say he was really good in the sack. I’d pay money just to get another round with that cock of his.”
“Oh my fucking God,” I commented as I rolled my eyes.
“Shut up,” Mikaela said to me but with a big smile. “You’re just reacting that way because you’ve never slept with a guy. How in the world are you still a virgin? Well, besides being an uptight bitch.”
Karen looked at me with such intensity and I realized I never really gave an explanation.
My jaw dropped and I scowled at Mikaela. “I am not an uptight bitch.”
“You are,” Karen pointed out and took a sip of her drink. “We’ve tried hooking you up a billion times and they all fucking crash and burn because you expect your boyfriends to not have sex with you. So what’s the deal? We all know you ain’t a saint. You’re not a nun. You are a single girl in a lame-ass club right now.”
We all laughed and I figured I should at least give them some context.
“I’m just usually too busy,” I stated. “My mom died when I was in middle school and it’s been really hard on me and my dad. He never lets it show but I can tell that he’s having a hard time. So you know, I couldn’t waste time flirting with boys. I had to work for me and my dad.”
“I got an idea,” Mikaela then said. “You could sell your virginity to some rich playboy billionaire.”