I could hear the taxi driver beeping his horn impatiently outside. I waved at him through my window that i would be out in a couple of minutes whilst applying a coat of lip gloss to my lips. If there was one thing that really pissed me off it was being hurried while getting ready to go out.
I took one last glance in the mirror before leaving the house. Being slightly chilly out i had decided to go with jeans rather than a skirt this evening. They were the tightest pair i owned which still allowed me room to move when dancing. Paired with these were my new lacy black top which clung to my curvy waist whilst showing off a decent amount of my ample cleavage, unfortunately i was unable to wear a bra with this top due to the low back but being young my breasts were still pert for me to enough to pull it off. I was hoping that i would still be able to dance in 5inch heels. Being only 5ft tall meant i couldn't really get away with going out in flats but i didn't really mind as i remember Chris once saying how there was something about a girl wearing heels that made her legs look so much more sexy.
I couldn't help smile as i thought about Chris. We had been seeing each other for about 3 months now and the sexual chemistry between us was positively electric. He wasn't the normal type i go for physically but there was definetly something so deliciously masculine about him that got me going everytime. He was 6ft3 in height and had 44inch chest which positively dwarfed my petite frame, probably part of what i found so attractive about him. His tanned colouring and dark features also added to his sex appeal.... The taxi driver beeped his horn again and revved his engine hinting that it might be time for me to get a move on. Thinking I'd better not take the piss i grabbed my bag and headed out the door.
Whilst in the taxi on my way to town i remembered that Chris would be working on the bar at my favourite club, the Litten Tree tonight He joked when he got the job that he could "keep an eye on me" he knew what i was like when i was out clubbing. However, i was pretty sure there was an element of truth in what he was saying as i did have a habit of being rather flirty when i was out clubbing. Still Chris being able to "keep an eye on me" did irritate me slightly as being of my young age of 18, i still wanted to go out and have fun and with Chris being there to watch over me did sort of curb my freedom to a certain degree, oh well! I wasn't going to let it ruin my fun!
Once i got to the Litten Tree it was already buzzing with people and the bar was packed, however being small was to my advantage as i managed to weave my way through the crowded bar to the front of the queue to get a drink. AT this point i managed to catch Chris' eye as he was pulling a beer from the tap. He winked at me before turning back to the guy he was serving. He was just making his way over to me when another member of the bar staff asked me what i would like to drink. "Double vodka and Red bull please" i was determined to have a enjoy myself that night and what better way to start with a double vodka? The girl placed my drink in front of me with the remainder of the can of Red bull before announcing that it would be £5.90. I was flabbergasted and the expression of shock must have been obvious on my face as the woman stated in a no nonsense tone that they had recently changed breweries and the prices had gone up. At that precise moment a familiar voice from behind me said "Don't worry I'll get this one along with a pint Kronenberg if you would" whilst handing a crisp £20 note over my shoulder to the bar maid. At this point i turned around to face the generous mystery voice and just about recognised him as DJ before he kissed me on the cheek.
Now the thing with DJ was that he made it none to obvious that he had a crush on me and would make it blatant in front of Chris. However, he was always nice to me and we got on well much to Chris' disapproval but after all i was his girlfriend not his property so i could associate with who i pleased.
Several pints of Kronenberg and double vodka and Red bull's later DJ and i were starting to feel the affects of the alcohol and decided we had both drunk enough to hit the dance floor. Once we got there i became a woman possessed. The strong, steady beat of bass from the RnB music was coursing through my body as i dropped my hips and begin to grind DJ which only caused him to pull me closer into his body to maximise contact of my hips with his. At this point i noticed Chris was collecting glasses from a near by table and was staring intently at DJ and i dance with an expression on his face i couldn't quite read. He began to make his way towards us when DJ announced he wanted another drink and grabbed my hand and pulled me through the crowd towards the bar.
After getting another round of drinks in and sitting down on a sofa DJ managed to pull me into him so i was sitting in his lap with his mouth inches from the sensitive skin behind my ear so i could feel his warm breath caressing my neck. Somewhere in my alcohol addled brain it registered that i probably shouldn't be allowing him to this considering that my boyfriend worked here and that all his bar staff knew who i was but i was at the point where i was too drunk to care. If anything it was a thrill knowing that what i was doing was wrong and that by letting DJ get closer to me i was increasing my chances of Chris catching me was starting to turn me on. No sooner had this thought entered my head Chris loomed above us and looked from DJ to me with a look that can only be described as venomous. "i need to talk to you" Chris seethed at me through his teeth his eyes flashing in anger. AT this point DJ stood up and was about to protest when Chris squared up next to him and pushed him hard back down into the sofa before grabbing my wrist roughly and pulling me into the back room of the club.
I'd never been in this room before it was oppressivly dark and the cool air bought a chill to my skin which made me shiver and cause my skin to go into goose pimples. Suddenly Chris flicked a light switch and a the room became dimly lit by a single hanging light bulb. It was some sort of cool store for the spare kegs of beer and bottles as there were boxes stacked and kegs everywhere. I turned to face Chris where i observed his solemn expression and he began to slowly advance towards me backing me into one of the kegs till the backs of my legs hit the barrel and i was forced to sit down. The look in his eyes was one of blind rage.
"What the HELL do you think you are doing letting that creep drool all over you? I saw the way he was so smooth with you at the bar. Then i catch you practically FUCKING him on the dance floor before your sitting in his goddam lap!"
"I think you'll find i wasn't "fucking" him as you so crassly put it but actually enjoying myself while I'm still young and carefree enough to do so!"; i took the opportunity to push Chris back slightly and catching him off guard managed to just give myself room to stand up, "I'm your girlfriend not your FUCKING property and i can flirt with who i damn well please it's not like I'm cheating on you!"
With this statement i angrily paced towards the door to get back to the dance floor and continue to flirt with my admirer just to piss Chris off and prove a point when Chris slammed his arm in front of me blocking my only exit to the room. This aggressive action took me by surprise and Chris took the opportunity to bend down and darkly whisper in my ear;
"I think you'll find that you do belong to me and that by "enjoying your youth" so to speak is right in front of me is bordering on insulting.", Chris moved so closer to me so i was backed up against a wall with his arm one side and the adjacent wall next to me so i had no way of escaping, "You forget how territorial men can be Laura especially guys like me that do not like to see their girlfriend in the lap of some pathetic horny loser".
I looked up at him and was painfully aware of the huge height difference between us, he seemed bigger and stronger now than he ever had before. I made a move to escape again by ducking under his arm but his reflexes were too quick and this time he had me pinned to the wall with a hand firmly pressed into my shoulder.
