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It was another wild night at the nightclub P3. The place was packed and the dance floor full. The owner, Piper Hallowell, had gotten a great band and everyone wanted to hear them. Piper was hard at work behind the bar tonight, Leo, Piper's husband, was on a mission, and Phoebe was angry at and missing Cole, who had disappeared to rediscover his new self as a human. The sisters were drinking alone.
The two sisters were dressed hot, as usual. Paige wearing a thin top that covered her small breasts and was tied with thin strings in the back, and tight black pants. Phoebe was wearing a similar top, but a black mini-skirt instead of pants. Her hair was let down and hung around her shoulders. It had gone back to being brown, but she had a few blonde highlights. Paige was hopping to try and pick up a date tonight, but Phoebe was just dressed like normal.
"I'm sorry if I'm bumming you out Paige," Phoebe said over her cooler. "You'd probably have more luck if I wasn't around."
"Don't be silly," Paige answered. "I would rather spend my time with you then with some hunky single slab of beef." Her head turned to follow a handsome guy's muscular butt as he walked past.
"Mmm, hmm," Phoebe was smiling. "Go after him Paige." The guy was looking back, smiling at the younger sister.
"Are you sure?" Paige asked, concerned.
"Of course. Go." Phoebe pushed her towards him.
Paige grinned like a schoolgirl and walked over to introduce herself to the stranger. Within a few seconds they were on the dance floor, and his hands were all over her ass, and hers where on his.
Phoebe watched for a few minutes then sighed. She knew Cole wasn't going to show up, so she had might as well leave. She left her table and was walking out when she accidentally bumped into someone. "I'm sorry, I wasn't watching."
"No it's my fault."
Phoebe looked up and stared. Standing before her was the handsomest man she had ever seen. Standing over 6' tall, he had short dark hair, and dark eyes, high cheekbones and dimples. He must have only thirty or a year older. He was wearing a black trenchcoat, opened to reveal tight black jeans and a tight black turtleneck sweater, but she could see a strong, muscular body hiding underneath. There was an aura of power surrounding him.
"Please, let me buy you a drink, if your not leaving."
"No… I mean, not I'm not leaving. I'd love a drink." She said smiling, all thoughts of Cole vanished from her mind.
The stranger offered his hand, and Phoebe took it in hers, letting him lead her to the bar, where Piper was watching them.
"I'll have a beer, and she'll have…" he looked to Phoebe.
"A cooler."
"Okay." Piper took the order and left to get their drinks.
"My name's Phoebe."
"I'm Drake." He took her right hand and brought it up to his lips, brushing her knuckles with a kiss. Phoebe giggled.
Piper chose that moment to bring the drinks, and Drake paid with a twenty. "Keep the change," he said, smiling to her. Piper gave a polite smile back, and went to another customer, though not before looking back over her shoulders at the handsome stranger.
"I've never seen you here before," Phoebe said, "Do you come here often?" I can't believe I just asked that.
Drake chuckled and said, "No, I'm from Canada. I'm in San Francisco on business, and I thought I'd check out the nightlife. And one of my associates told me that this is the hottest club around."
"And he told you the truth." She was starting to feel giddy from to many drinks. She had had a few before this one.
"I can see that." He looked over to the active dance floor. "You know, I haven't gone dancing in ages. Been to busy with business."
"Really? I love to dance." She jumped off her chair and pulled Drake to his feet. She then led him to the dance floor, where the band was just starting a slow song.
Phoebe hooked her arms around Drake's neck, pressing herself close to him. Drake wrapped his arms around her waist, and they started dancing.
"You're very good," Drake said to her.
"Thanks." She leaned her head against his chest, and let him lead her around the floor.
Put your hands on my ass.
As if reading her mind, Phoebe felt his big, muscular hands slide down and do just that. They didn't grab her, but just rested there comfortably.
Oh yeah.
"You look very beautiful." Drake said to her.
Phoebe said nothing, just smiled.
When the song was finished, the band started playing a faster one, and Phoebe pushed herself away from Drake and started dancing provocatively for him. Her hips swayed, her hands waved, and her eyes were full of lust. When Drake started dancing, Phoebe once again pressed herself up against him, but this time she was grinding. Her large breasts crushed themselves into his chest, and she would slide down him, her face teasingly close to his crotch. She felt herself get moist when his hands rested on her head, pushing her closer to his hidden cock.
He didn't leave his hands there for long, and when he let go, she slid back up, and then turned around. She started grinding her ass into his crotch. Drake slid his hands down her arms and to her waist, the touch of his fingers on her bare skin sent shivers through her. When his hands rested on her hips, she ground her ass harder into his growing dick, and then bent forward.
They staid like this until the song was done and then left the floor, going back to the bar. Piper and Paige were talking together about them, but Phoebe only winked at them as she resumed her seat.
