The west end club was full of stockbrokers, lawyers, models and pimps. Two women scanned the dancers and the groups of people catching up, laughing, trying to be heard. The blonde slowly raised a hand and, one long finger pointing, she spoke into the brunette's ear. The brunette's eye followed her companion's finger and a slow smile trickled over her lips. She turned back to the blonde and kissed her lingeringly on the lips.
The two women pivoted on their spiky heels, turning as one, and began to weave their bodies in and out of the tight spaces, avoiding hands and fingers, their eyes necessarily blank. They disappeared into the crowd.
When next they could be observed, they were standing at the periphery of a group of young men, loud, a little drunk, certainly a little Charlied. The group took a while to realise they weren't alone but as soon as Rob caught sight of the girls, his heartbeat quickened. He had a moment of de je vu; he felt he had seen them somewhere before. He felt excitement grip him as they both looked at him. The brunette crooked a finger at him and the blonde ran the tip of her tongue around her full lips. His cock reacted immediately.
"Mike? See those two girls there? I'm just going over to say hello."
"Mate, woo hoo! Me too! Can't let you have all the fun."
The two friends pushed their way through the crowd. Face to face with the girls, Rob found himself a bit tongue-tied which was unusual for him. From a distance, the two faces were beautiful, up close they were extraordinary to look at. They were equally gorgeous, very model-like - slender bodies, at louche but studied way of standing, as though arranged for a photo shoot. The blonde one, Perry, had deep blue eyes and full soft lips. Her nose was small, delicate, and her cheeks dimpled. Rob wanted to kiss that mouth. The brunette called herself Nikita. Her eyes were the colour of bitter chocolate, outlined with thick dark lashes, her cheek bones sharp and her mouth a slash of red in her tanned face. Hers was a cruel look, and a foil for the blonde softness of Perry. Rob was less sure about Nikita but an image of both the girls together hardened his dick and made his palms sweat. He wanted them both at the same time. But if Mike was coming along then he'd happily just stick to Perry.
The two men were soon put to rights over their desires. Perry and Nikita told Rob very quickly that they only wanted him and they wanted to leave now. There was no small talk, no first time etiquette. Within five minutes of meeting the women, Rob was on his way out of the club he'd only entered an hour before. Mike had protested but no-one was listening.
Up on the pavement, a black cab slid into place in front of them. The three of them climbed in. Rob expected the fun to start now but the girls sat closely together, opposite him, watching him carefully. Were they sizing him up, seeing if he was a danger to them, he wondered. After all, they didn't know him; they took a bit of a risk when they picked up men in clubs. He was bemused and slightly uncomfortable. The couple of times he asked a question, he was met with silence. Fair enough, he thought, it's some kind of game they play when they go hunting. He could live with that.
After some twenty minutes, the cab pulled up outside a tall dark house, made darker by the illuminated houses that nestled around it.
The two girls glided out of the cab, pausing only for each other, holding each other's hand, clipping across the pavement to the wrought iron gate that creaked gently when they pushed it open. Rob, on the other hand, made mince of the simplest things. He climbed out of the cab, turned to pay off the driver, only to have the cab pull away very quickly. Ok, he thought, weird. Perhaps they'd already paid without him seeing them do it. He was a bit drunk and the drugs were blurring him somewhat. He walked across the pavement, and tripped on a paving stone which sat higher than the others. As he righted himself, he banged into the gate which made a savage screeching sound. The noise grated on his senses and sobered him a little. He gazed out on the street around him, but there was no sign that anyone was investigating. Perhaps he was just more sensitive than usual he thought. Rob looked ahead towards the house and saw the front door closing. He shut the gate gently behind him and ran up the path to the front steps, taking these two at a time he came face to face with a closed door. He knocked quietly on it. The door opened. He laughed, "Thanks, girls. You're a coupla pranksters alright." He stepped inside and looked behind the door but the space was empty. He heard the whisper of laughter on the air around him. They were up ahead of him. He followed the laughter out of the hallway and into a room from which a wide staircase rose. High up on the wall above him an oblong of light trembled and then slowly began to narrow. A door was closing. It had to be them. This really was a game and he couldn't wait to catch them.
He took off his shoes, and in socked feet he crept up the stairs, noting how wide each tread was. A dark coloured carpet ran up the centre of the stairs. He placed his weight carefully on each tread. He was in no hurry. They couldn't go too far.
