I saw Charli XCX from across the bar, a crowd of party-goers between us. It was your standard downtown Los Angeles urban club: packed to the brim, drunk people dancing, music almost too loud to hear yourself think, etc. It was the launch party for her latest album, 'XCX 3'.
Being a music producer in LA I had attended heaps of these gigs and initially I expected this one to be no different; get a little drunk, make connections with musicians and other industry professionals, and maybe, if I was lucky, pick up a girl on my way out. However, my expectations were quickly proven wrong.
The British pop-star was wearing her usual style of clothing, and by that, I mean not much at all. An extra short white tennis skirt and a silver bikini top barely covering her ample breasts. Aside from a few pieces of jewellery and a pair of white trainers, those were the only items covering her slim figure.
I was having trouble keeping my eyes off her. She was dancing on a stage in the center of the room, the song '1999' playing in the background. Worrying I was about to start looking like a creep, I went over to the bar, ordered a drink and sat down.
Things were going pretty much as I expected; I had a few drinks and exchanged details with some musicians at the bar. I even had my eye on a young woman across from me. During this time however, I kept looking back and staring at Charli dancing on the stage and couldn't help but feel incredibly aroused by her figure. The way her breasts bounced and jiggled to the beat of the song, the brief glimpses of her round ass I would get when her skirt lifted. Before long I realized my dick was at half-mast.
I tried to ignore it, but I couldn't help but occasionally look back at the 26 year old beauty dancing on stage. I entertained the thought of bringing Charli back to my apartment, but quickly realized I didn't even stand a chance. Clearing the thought from my head, I realized I was ready (i.e., drunk enough) to get up and mingle. I was about to stand up as I felt somebody brush by my shoulder and take a seat next to me. I looked to my left and nearly shit myself. It was Charli XCX. Holy shit. When did she leave the stage?
"I'd like to have a word with you," Charli declared.
"What about?" I replied, simultaneously trying to collect myself and not sound like the asshole creep who had been staring at her chest for the past quarter hour.
"Don't play dumb. Do you really think I couldn't see you staring at me?" she asked, baffled.
At this point I was nervous as hell. I didn't consider the fact she could notice me, I was too busy ogling her breasts and hoping for another glimpse at her butt to even care. Maybe she was aware of it the entire time, frankly I doubt I was being very subtle. Damn my pervy eyes. I decided to play ignorant.
"Uh... I'm not sure what you mean," I finally managed to stammer out.
"Oh please, I'm not blind, anyone would have noticed the way you were eye fucking me. But don't misunderstand me," Charli murmured as she put her hand on my thigh, leaning close to my ear.
"I love when men stare at me like I'm a whore. Why do you think I dress like such a slut? I love knowing that so many men want to empty their balls in me. On my face, in my mouth, in my ass," she whispered in my ear. Goosebumps traveled along my body.
"So, the question is. . . what do you want to do to me?"
Leaning back, she began moving her hand up my thigh, approaching my rapidly hardening cock. Upon reaching my member, she gave me a sultry smile and gripped its outline, further hardening it within the confines of my jeans. Gently stroking the length of my 7" shaft, she grinned in approval. She was clearly enjoying this.