Starfucker, part 1, Jordan
I was in a semi-decent nightclub in London the night my story starts. My name is Aden Hill, I'm 21 years old and working as a market researcher for quite a large business in London. The pay is pretty good for someone my age; don't get me wrong, I'm not rich or anything, but I can afford to go to the semi-decent clubs and bars in the city. These are the kind of clubs where I have the opportunity to meet quite famous people; when I say famous, I don't mean like A-list celebrity types; it's more like B or C-list celebs that hang around in the clubs I go to. But hell, that'll do for me.
So anyway, I was inside one of these nightclubs; it was a Friday night at around 1am; the club was absolutely packed with party-goers. Rich kids, up and coming businessmen and small time celebrities; one of these celebrities I had been watching for the past ten minutes or so happened to be a glamour model. Her name was Jordan, real name Katie Price, she's kind of notorious throughout the UK for being a real slut. She'll basically do anything to get her name in the papers; mainly it's showing off her amazing chest. I'm not sure exactly what size she is, but I'd place her at around a 36DD cup at a guess.
This night she was looking absolutely stunning, in a completely fake, Barbie Doll style way. She wore her hair in pigtails which fell to just below shoulder level. All she wore on her upper body was a pink boob tube, through which, her nipples poked. She also had a matching pink micro skirt, which was not even long enough to cover up the curve of her smooth ass whenever she bent over, revealing her deep red thong.
On her feet she wore a pair of sexy looking red, open toed heels; her pretty toes painted a matching red colour. I noticed that she had just recently finished a drink and decided to make my move. I sauntered over to where she sat at the bar and placed myself on the vacant stool next to hers. I've never been one to waste time when it came down to it, so I turned to her and spoke.
'Hi there, my name's Aden.' I gave her one of my most charming smiles, she smiled back, I could tell she'd already had a few by the way her eyes seemed unable to focus properly on me. 'Can I buy you a drink?'
'Sure thing handsome' She replied, 'my name's Katie by the way, but I'm more commonly known as Jordan.' Thankfully, I realised that she wasn't too drink, as her speech seemed coherent enough.
I ordered two glasses of the finest champagne, as I ordered the drinks I heard an approving 'ooh' sound escaping Jordan's full red lips. When I turned to face her again I noticed she was giving me the once over. Now, I knew that I was fairly good looking, in that I had never in my life before had a problem when it came to pulling women; and I could tell by the way that Jordan looked at me that night that I was on to a winner.