This is a true story. I know, everyone says that, and most of the stories are obviously made up. Okay, the sex is a little embellished, but I am trying to get across how fucking incredible the night was. Otherwise, it is as I remember events.
This story takes place between my two marriages, around 1985 - a time in my life when I was going a bit crazy, chasing every piece of skirt that so much as smiled at me. My excuse is that I was trying to nullify the pain from my marriage breakup. Most of my old mates were married, so I was hanging out with Dennis, a mate I'd flatted with in London before my first marriage.
One weekend in August, Dennis and I took off in his car for the Whakaapa ski field on the side of Mount Ruapehu. We booked a ski hut next to the Chateau Tongariro as we couldn't afford to stay there.
We had left Auckland well before dawn and arrived on the ski field around opening time. After attacking the Piste all day, we drove down from the slopes to our ski hut and booked in. We had brought some bacon, egg pie, and other tasty food items. Friends had told us about the nightclub that raged on Friday and Saturday nights over in the Chateau itself, but after our long drive and the skiing, we were too tired to go and check it out. So, after consuming half the food and a couple of beers, we hit the sack.
Saturday, we woke to another beautiful cloudless day and were up on the field early, skiing our hearts out. By 3:00 p.m., we had had enough and returned to our hut for a quick snooze to recharge our batteries, as we intended to check out the party scene and chase some ski bunnies that night. We slept much longer than planned, waking around 8:00 p.m. We quickly scoffed down the leftover food and walked the one hundred yards to the Chateau to find the nightclub. The place was humming, and we joined several people we had met on the slopes that day.
Dennis and I were impressed. There were more women than guys. The guys in the group we joined said not to jump too soon, as the housemaids and waitresses finished between 8:00 and 10:00, and some of them were worth waiting for.
I was dancing with some loverly young thing when the first group of staff arrived, and an attractive girl amongst them caught my eye. So once the next bracket started, I was across the dance floor and asking her for a dance. She was a bit stand-offish; she probably got hit on by punters like me every night. So, after a couple of dances, I cut my losses and joined the group of guys again. I was just about to go and ask another girl for a dance when a group of four girls came through the door. And one of them was stunning, the Perfect Ten. She took my breath away, gave me a sinking feeling in my stomach and had my cock twitching in my pants.
I determined to get in first, but a smooth, Latin-looking bastard grabbed her arm and took her to the dance floor before I could move. Bugger! I was pissed, too slow, but resigned myself to the fact I would never have a chance with her anyway. So I walked over and asked one of the girls who had entered with her for a dance.
Jude was her name, and as we danced, she noticed me watching 'Ten' and commented that I had no chance.
"Lesley seldom dances with guys looking for a one-night stand," she said.
"Probably," I agreed, "But she doesn't look thrilled with the smooth bastard she's with."
"No. That's Giovani, one of the ski instructors. He's the local Casanova and has probably slept with half the women in this room," Jude replied.
I took a good look over Jude's shoulder. Lesley really did seem to be pissed with the guy. And when the bracket finished, she stormed off and returned to her friends.
Jude turned and watched Lesley also, then said, "He's been after her since he arrived here at the start of the season. He won't give up. He's even been spreading the rumour that Lesley is a lesbian."
"Is she?" I asked.
"No. I don't think so. She's a free spirit. But hard to get to know. I've worked with her in the dining room for three months and still don't know her that well."
As we watched, Giovani returned to stand by Lesley and handed her a drink. She took it, turned, and upended the glass into the potted palm beside her. You didn't need to be a lip reader to know what she said to him; she clearly told him to fuck off.
Jude laughed at the expression on my face, "Go and ask her for a dance. You'll find out I'm telling you the truth. She hates smooth bastards like you hitting on her. But I can see that you won't get her out of your system until you've been rejected, so go and give her a try."
"No, I can see that you're right, and I'll leave her alone. But she is stunning, isn't she."
And as the next song started, I whisked Jude off around the floor again. But I couldn't help sneaking glances through the dancing crowd, and when the song finished, Jude gave me a dig in the ribs and thanked me for the dance. She smiled, but I'm sure she was a bit pissed with my inattention to her.
I returned to the group, stood alongside Dennis, and tried not to be too obvious as I watched the four girls.
Lesley stood out amongst them. She was pretty stunning. I consider myself a connoisseur of all things beautiful, and Lesley ticked all the boxes. She was freaking hot. She wore a white blouse tied in a knot above her tummy button. There was a four-inch gap of tanned flesh to a hip-hugging navy blue mini skirt. The outfit highlighted her perfect curves, and her narrow waist highlighted her pert little arse. Glancing around, I could see that most of the other guys in the Club had their eyes on her.
I felt like an arsehole that I couldn't take my eyes off her whist dancing with Jude, but I guessed I was not the first man Jude had had that happen with. The next time I looked over to have a perve on Lesley, I saw Jude whispering in her ear. Then they both looked directly at me, and I flicked my head away, embarrassed to have been caught.
I turned to face Dennis and asked if he had seen anyone he liked.
"Sure," he replied, "That girl you can't take your eyes off is pretty hot. And she's been looking over here. Checking you out."
I spun around and saw Lesley snap her head away. Then I thought, 'What the fuck. You can only get rejected,' and I pushed between the dancers to where Lesley stood.
She looked up as I approached and gave me such a disdained look I nearly balked and turned away. But like an idiot, I walked up to her and asked for a dance, and to my surprise, she nodded and followed me to the dance floor. Knowing I had no chance, I threw all caution to the wind, relaxed, and asked, "Do you come here often," with a cheeky grin.
"I work here," she snapped.
"I know. Jude told me, and she said I had no chance with you, as you're probably a lesbian. She also said the Italian Romeo over there always gives you a hard time. So I thought I'd come over and piss him off."
Lesley smiled, "Well, I may give you two dances then."
"You're even prettier when you smile. What about a kiss as well? That would really piss him off."
