Chapter One; Birthday Girl
"You're like a Cat on a hot tin roof," Jamie states standing alongside of me in a black tight fitting dress.
"Is it any fucking wonder?" My fingers furiously rub at the underside of my nose, my sinuses burning from a little too much coke, which was probably not helping my disposition. A vein in the left hand temple throbbed wildly.
"I might suggest you've done well to keep her at arm's length until now... Just relax"
"Relax" I retort with a dark chuckle "Including your good self I can see 4 girls I've fucked since Christmas without turning my head ...this place is a fucking powder keg."
"Might teach your to stop being such a Man Whore." Jamie laughs, being one of the few people I'd allow to get away with such a comment.
I turn my head as almost on cue through the crowd from the main entrance Hannah, Ari and four other attractive young girls make their way towards the main bar where I stand. All wide eyed and taking in what they see. None more so than Hannah, she looks good in her tight little black dress, with dark hosiery and a pair of black heels.
Ari looks better though; a tight black little vest and a black pleated leather skirt with black calf length black boots on a spike heel, fuck me she looked more than amazing. Mine wouldn't be the only eyes on her that's for sure. Two dark haired girls, a blonde and Ari's house mate Nisha make up the numbers. Discreetly as they approach I smile to them all from a distance with a brief nod in particular to the Indian girl, this being the first time I'd see her since she'd willing surrendered to me in the confines of the basement beneath us. Another layer to the complexity of my situation. Collective it's not as though any of the girls are wall flowers but the way the lights catch Ari's platinum hair, the shadows that fall across the angles of her face I feel a stir in my crotch just watching her approach. I mind myself I need to concentrate on Hannah,
They were here for Ari's 20th birthday, somehow in some moment of fucking ludicrous misjudgment I'd allowed Hannah to coerce me into hosting Ari and her University friends for the night. A private booth and drinks, all on the house. It would cost me a financially and maybe a lot more. Wisely or stupidly I'd gone out of my way to inform most of the staff of this hideous clash of cultures in order for them to be mindful if nothing else. Many didn't understand my concerns. The likes of Jamie and Jessica seem to be reveling in the Boss' discomfort.
"Good luck," Jamie chuckles as I cross the room towards them. Keen to usher them towards the booth I'd roped off for them immediately
"Oh you'll help me..." I look back at Jamie "...try to keep them in the booths ...and for fucks sake keep them away from any of the Fiends."
"I've a job to do running your Club ...Babysitter ain't in my fucking contract," Jamie shouts over the noise at me; I choose to ignore her.
Approaching them Hannah leans in and kisses me on the cheek with an excited "Hey you...wow this place is amazing why have I never been before?"
"You didn't change your mind then?" I offer on a lopsided grin.
"Why would we...We've VIP access to the hottest club in miles with the owner diligently taking care of us," Hannah playfully states.
"Now I never agreed to that," I push back with a smile, joking with her as she is with me, I lean forward and kiss her before I offer a collective, "Evening Girls."
4 enthusiastic responses meet me but Ari struggles to muster the same enthusiasm.
"Happy Birthday you." I smile and pull her into a gentle embrace which she meets with sterile affection. I feel like telling her to make an effort when I barely hear her in my ear state through a false smile
"This is getting too fucking weird"
I couldn't agree more. I hadn't seen her for over a week but the last time I'd seen her I'd spent most of our time together engaged in anal play followed by a deliberately slow fuck of her pert little ass which I'd stretched out to perfection while she'd been tied face down on the king size bed in the hotel suite; a ball gag tightly inserted into her petite little mouth to muffle her protests.
"I've reserved you all a private booth," I continue addressing everyone once again with my best 'host with the most' routine and start to lead the girls towards the booth. "We'll get you some Champagne ...unless bottles of lager are more in order"
No body responds as my eyes meet Nisha's; she fixes me with a brief stern look, recognising my point of reference. I smirk briefly thinking of how she'd reacted, how she'd permitted my abuse of her young body during that drunken first night we'd met several months ago now..
They all slide into the booth. Except for Hannah who stands by my side reaching out for my hand she gives it a gentle squeeze; still looking around still taking the until now hidden side of my life in; "It's different to what I expected."
"How?" I ask intrigued.
"Not as seedy as the reputation makes out for a start."
I suppress a dark smirk, not until the stage show kicks in at least. It's still fairly early I know this place I know what it will become as the night progresses. Like one of those Gremlins in that film. Fed after midnight this place transforms in the hours before closing becoming increasingly debauched; most definitely seedy. The main reason we'd pushed and pushed for a later licence. The new three thirty closing time was as late as we were likely to get, at that time of the night, morning, whatever you wanted to call it we were the last remaining nightlife venue in the City.
Despite sometimes being more than curious Hannah didn't pry into my work and the day to day existence of this place. She wasn't naive and I didn't treat her with contempt. Keeping details from her had festered and caused issues. She didn't need to know every detail but it was important she understand why I was so engrossed in the project, other than the cocaine and girls. She wasn't naive hence why we'd both spectacularly shut down Lisa, her Brothers fiancés ideas for her Hen Night to be held here. Some lines were best left blurred. It's why tonight had caught me so off guard and kept me so twitchy. I did figure though that Hannah knew Ari and her friends wouldn't be as prudish and innocent as the bookish Sister-in-Law in waiting.
"Don't worry Mister ...I can smell your nerves ...I'm not staying long" Hannah states aloud, I turn in her direction trying to hide that I'm not delighted by what she's just said.
"How so?" I respond.
"Come on Lo ...I'm feeling the pace from the three bars we visited before we even got here...and there's no way Ari wants me cramping her style "
"Whatever you thinks best " I state as one of the Bar Girls places bottles of Champagne in Ice Buckets on the table of the booth while another places 6 glasses alongside the buckets.
Girlie shrieks fill the air as the first two bottles of the cheap house Champagne are uncorked on loud pops.
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Relaxing a little as I carry on about my business it's a relatively trouble free night, so far, checking my watch to see it's a little after 11:30.
Glancing over the booth where I put the party is empty but as I start to scan the room visually Hannah steps into my eye line with a gentle smile. I place my hands around her waist and kiss her on the lips.
"When was the last time we spent a Friday night together?" she jokes, and I nod in acknowledgment. Of course she appreciates, as she always has, the constraints of my job. Time off wasn't impossible but in truth I missed the buzz and the feel of a night when I was not here.We made things work but a little paranoid switch clicks in my mind, is Hannah making a observation or underlining a statement. 'Lay of the Coke Hughsie,' I think to myself.
