"Where are they?" Danny muttered, looking around the floor. He'd been at the club for 10 minutes, and still hadn't caught sight of Sara or Christina. Sara had texted him to meet them there after work, but the reception was so bad inside, he had no chance of getting through to her now that he was actually there.
Of course, with the music blaring, he wouldn't have been able to hear her anyway, but none of his own texts were going through either. So, Danny was left trying to make his way across the dance floor, weaving through the crowd in an attempt to find his girlfriend.
Girlfriend. Was that even the right word? The way they'd left things last week, it was clear theirs wasn't going to be a monogamous relationship, certainly not for the foreseeable future. Danny had been so caught up in his guilt that Sara's confession of infidelity had initially felt like a weight lifting off of his shoulder.
Now, though, he had to admit a bit of jealousy, even as the thought of Sara with her roommate had been all he could think about for the past week. As he failed to find her on the dance floor, Danny had to wonder if Sara had ended up jealous herself, or worse. Could her invite have just been a trick to get him across town and paying a ridiculous cover charge?
However, just as he was just about to give up and head outside, Danny felt arms wrap around his neck and pull him into a hug. Relief washed over Danny, who quickly turned to greet Sara...
...only to find her roommate Christina in his arms.
"And hello to you, too, Danny," Christina shouted playfully, his arm snaked around her waist and pulling her close to him. Surprised, Danny recoiled, embarrassed by the move and looking around to see if Sara had seen that. "Relax, dude, Sara isn't even here."
"What?" he replied, hoping he was just mishearing over the pounding bass.
"Come on!" Christina grabbed Danny's arm and dragged him through the crowd to a small alcove along the back wall. The music still vibrated around them, but it was definitely easier to hear. "Yeah, Sara left a few minutes ago, she got called in to cover a shift. She was going to give you a call."
"Fuck, I didn't get it," Danny said, looking at my cell. "The reception is terrible in here."
"Yeah, no shit," Christina laughed. "She figured you might be hard to reach, so she asked that I keep an eye out for you."
"Well, thanks. I was just about to go anyway."
"What, no way!" Christina protested, grabbing his arm again. "Come on, she invited you out to have a fun night after a long week, she doesn't want you to leave just because she's not here."
"Christina, I wouldn't have even come in had she gotten a hold of me."
"Oh, I think you might have," she said, flashing Danny a big smile. "Look, I don't want to be here all by myself, at least hang out for one drink?"
"I don't know..." Danny said, glancing down at Christina's expectant face. Something about this whole situation seemed odd, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. "Sara really wanted me to stay?"
"'Make sure Danny has a good time,' that's exactly what she said to me," Christina assured, smiling wider. "One drink?"
"I guess I'm pretty thirsty," Danny said, leading to a huge hug from Christina. This time, not surprised by who he was embracing, Danny enjoyed the hug. He also took a beat to appreciate just how revealing Christina's outfit was - a low-cut green dress that clung tight and rode high - and the feel of her breasts pressed against him.
"Stay right here, drink is my treat!" Christina said before heading off to the bar. Danny watched her go, the sight of her moving and bumping to the music as she went sending to a wave of desire through his body.
Christina was, to put it bluntly, an absolute smokeshow of a woman. She wore her dark red hair short and wavy, a bloom of color and controlled style that framed her round face. She stood about 5'6 - taller at the moment, thanks to her heels - and had multiple piercings, including a ring in her lower lip. Those lips... plump and full, bee-stung with seemingly no effort needed. They sat below a cute nose and narrow eyes, eyes currently surrounded by black liner with expert skill. She had a tattoo of Majora's mask on one arm, an ocarina on the other. And, thanks to Christina's love of midriff-baring tops, he knew she also had the winged Triforce emblem across her lower back.
All those parts went a long way towards defining Christina's status as an absolute hottie, but there was one other major element that cemented that fact, something that was made apparent by the way her dress hugged her body: the girl was a PAWG. Her booty was phat as could be, a plump, juicy bubble that popped out from her back in a perfect, gorgeous curve. Her hips were wide, and swaying as she did to the music, her cheeks bounced nicely with each step; as short as the dress was, it seemed to be in constant danger of riding right up and giving him a full view of her ass.
Danny realized he was no longer jealous that Sara had been with another woman; he was jealous that she'd been lucky enough to be with Christina.
Of course, he also wondered if that might change before much longer. Sara inviting him here, only to disappear but still insist Danny hang out with her other lover? Something was up, and whatever it was, he was down to learn more.
"And drinks!" Christina said as she returned, handing one of the beers she was carrying over to Danny.
