Cigarette trails guided my way to the beginning and end of the line. As it is, every weekend, young lovelies streamed out the door onto damp cobblestone path, slowly swaying hips and thrusting pelvises to the beat of the inner sanctum. People on the verge; sexed up and ready for anything. It was dark, the path being lit by a simple neon sign, Club One. I had to get inside if only to catch her eye for a fleeting second.
"I'm looking for Cyndi, is she here?" I shyly asked the overgrown bouncer standing steadily at the door.
"That girl must have some kind of magical pussy or something; guys have been asking about her all night. Yeah she's here." The bouncer's eyes grazed over the crowd in hopes of weeding out the baddies.
I looked down the line of the masses and saw the bouncer raise an eyebrow. I slipped him a fifty.
"Welcome Sir." He placed the note slyly in his pocket and unhitched the velvet rope.
Lights fluttered to drum and bass beats. Bars spilled over with people. Mirrors on nearly every wall made it close to impossible to avoid yourself. I made my way to the main floor.
"Excuse me," I mumbled, while being bumped into a Britney Spears look-a-like. "Sorry," I offered to the boyfriend of the girl.
I scanned the crowd, at last finding my lovely Cyndi, surrounded as ever. She was busy being bounced on a man's lap. I loved to watch my sweet Cyndi from a comfortable distance. She radiated sex; with her big blue eyes. All that sex coming form such a tiny form, it made my mind spin. Though nearly 26, she looked all of 16. Those oh-so-small limbs, those big wide innocent eyes, the tiny nose, and that pout of her lower lip. She stood only 4 foot 10; so gorgeously little.
When she came into view, I'd play games with myself. I'd convince myself that she really was 16 and innocent and inexperienced. It would be me that would be in charge of her education.
"Michael!" she yelled across the room. She bounced all the more fervently, because she knows I like to watch. I made my way over to her. "Come here, silly," she waved me over.
"Michael, this is my brother James," she slapped her bouncing partner on the knee and raised an eyebrow to me. She winked, thinking I'd be shocked by her choice of partner.
"Half Brother, actually." James offered his hand.
"What do you want to drink?" She asked with strawberry glossed lips.
I watched jealously as her tongue grazed those baby lips. In my minds eye, my cock would pierce through them; I'd part them easily with an engorged head and roughly unload all I'd have to give in that pretty mouth.
"Gin and Tonic sounds lovely." I heard my posh accented voice croon such innocent words; she's so unfamiliar, to the devious boy that lurks within.
"Oh does it?" she mocked my accent, like always, and signaled to a distant barmaid.
"You look beautiful tonight," I said in a near whisper. I said it more for myself than for her; the music made it difficult to talk, and we were right in the middle of it. Those corseted tits were just too perfect. Much too big for a girl of her size; tits that aid my fantasy to new heights.
