Philip 1
This story is based in fact. These events actually happened but the names have been changed to protect the not-so-innocent.
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Part 1 – Sophie
The whole World seemed to skid into slow motion as he noticed her walking towards him. His sight blurred everything around the vision that he was now trying to take in before they passed. Her long brunette hair cascaded around her shoulders, eyes almost closed as she laughed through glossy pink lips to a girl at her side. Her skin was sun-kissed and flawless contrasting with a tight white dress that hugged a slim but beautifully curved body with ample, full breasts. She was only slightly shorter than his 6ft in heels that accentuated her long bronze legs. They passed and the World sped up again. He turned to watch her walk into the club thrilled that the rear-view every bit as pleasing as the front.
"Damn!" he mouthed as he carried on his journey to the front door nearly walking into a couple of guys coming the other as he turned away from her.
He is Philip Maynard, General Manager of a large nightclub in a town about an hour out of London. Aged 26, ambitious, gregarious and hard working. He kept himself fit playing a number of sports and working out in the gym, he liked to look smart spending more than he should on clothes and the material things in life, and why not? His job dictated it to a degree. He loved his lifestyle. He was very much an animal of the night, to be honest, the girls and the glamour were just added bonuses because it was all about the buzz of entertaining people and them partying their pants off that he loved. It was so uplifting.
Now, this is not to say that he didn't dip his toe in the water with the ladies or that I wasn't a bit of a Jack the Lad, because he did and he could be. He'd had a couple of long-term girlfriends and quite a few short-term ones. Being sober in a club full of drinking clubbers always created a bit of a barrier for him so he rarely took girls home. Watching people had become a bit of a fascination, the way the whole attraction game was played out every night. He would witness fantastic successes and crushing defeats and he learned from them all.
He arrived at the front door and stood there for a minute or two surveying the scene and enjoying the warm fresh air that signalled the start of summer. There was quite a long line and the doormen where checking IDs and generally organising things. Soon, there was a natural break in the proceedings and he stood next to Sam, the Head Doorman and his adopted big brother.
"Who was that girl? Philip asked. Sam didn't bother to ask him who he meant, he knew his type and the girl that just arrived certainly was 'his type'. Philip liked tall and slim brunettes and was a sucker for brown eyes and dark hair. He believed it was true that opposites attract, he had fair hair and blue eyes. It's all to do with genetics, apparently.
"She's out for the night with her friend and they are both from London, she's right up your street Philly Boy!" He smirked.
"A rare beauty Samuel," he said, "I nearly tripped over my tongue. Did you get her name?"
"Nope, go and do your own dirty work."
He stood there for a while after he had turned around to greet some customers. 'Not too soon' He thought, 'lets see if they're meeting some guys here first and just check she was as stunningly hot as I remembered'.
After some time, he walked into the now heaving club and took up the best vantage point to see the whole place. It didn't take him long to spot her. Even among over a thousand people she stood out. She was with her friend at one of the bars chatting and checking out the crowd. 'Good', they were alone. No jealous guys to deal with. Philip moved across the room to where they were standing and presented himself in front of them.
"Good evening ladies, my name is Philip, I'm the Manager, what are your names?"
The girls looked at each other. Now, he had seen so many guys over the years fall flat on their faces when talking to beautiful girls because they clam up. Confidence is vital. At that moment he thought he was going to get blown off and in the pause contemplated looking like a complete idiot in front of the girls behind the bar, not good. They turned back to face him and her friend began to speak offering out her hand.
"Hi Philip, I'm Michelle and this is my friend Sophie". Phew!
Sophie, it suited her. He looked back to her friend Michelle. She was probably a bit older than Sophie, nearer his age, and was actually a very attractive girl herself with long straight, hi-lighted hair, green eyes and a slightly more voluptuous figure. They were quite a pair.
"Michelle", he shook her hand politely, "...and Sophie". She offered her hand and he held it just a little longer and looked her straight in her dark brown pools for eyes. She smiled. 'Don't look at her tits, don't look at her tits' he thought. The dress was cut in a deep 'V' at the front revealed an ample cleavage to his peripheral vision and it was all he could do not to look down.
"Can I buy you a drink in the VIP area?" He enquired.
Sophie answered. "Erm, yeah, OK thanks." She had a husky London accent that came as a bit of a surprise. The way she looked he was expecting more Liz Hurley. He led the girls to the roped off VIP area past one of the doormen who after looking past Philip's shoulder gave him a big knowing grin.
At the bar he ordered drinks and they started talking. It seemed that the girls had heard about the club and thought they might enjoy a little change of scene. 'New victims' as Michelle put it. He stood talking to them for about thirty minutes. It was mainly small talk about work and social life and from this he deduced that they were both single or at least available from their comments. Michelle worked in the City of London in an office and Sophie worked in the West End in a fashion store, they shared an apartment in Camden. He decided it was time to leave them for a while, as he didn't want to outstay his welcome and explained that I would see them a little later.
It took a great deal of self-control not to go back almost straight away. 'Don't seem too keen, be a bit cool' He thought.
It was nearing that time when some people were starting to leave and if he didn't find the girls and they left he may never see them again. He saw them after a short while as they made their way from the ladies back to the VIP. Their paths crossed.
" Ladies, how's it going?"
"We're having a great night thanks, it's a great club." Replied Michelle.
"Do I surmise from then that you will come back and visit us again?" He asked.
"Um, yep, maybe to see your DJ again." She answered with a smirk. His heart sank a little. Bloody Tim! He let the girls walk to the bar and spoke to Sophie.
"Don't go without saying goodbye." He said and made his way to the DJ stand through the mass of revellers.
Tim was in the middle of mixing with his headphones on and one arm punching the air in encouragement to the dance floor. Philip opened the door and stepped down next to him.
"Alright Sunshine?" Philip shouted after he lowered the headphones back onto his neck.
"Cool, great crowd mate, we're 'avin it tonight!"
Tim was 24. He was an excellent DJ and a constant source of fun. He had a great sense of humour and was a real hit with the female customers and staff alike.
"You met Sophie and Michelle then?" Said Philip. Tim looked puzzled for a moment.
"Soph...oh, shit, yeah....the two girls, very, very hot, ouch!" He enthused, burning his fingers on an invisible arse.
"So Sophie, did you talk to her much?"
"Erm, hang on," he started playing with the mixer then looked back up, "what? ah...no..not much I was talking to...Michelle."
