"So," said Mandy, leaning forward into the mirror to check her mascara was on evenly, "this is what I've got." She studied the list in her hand briefly. "Average height, brunette, long hair, long legs,
small
tits," she peered over at Richard quizzically and frowned. "Small tits?"
He shrugged as he put on his shoe. "I just felt like a change," and glanced at Mandy's assets, which certainly didn't fit that description.
"OK, small tits it is." She seemed satisfied and looked back in the mirror. "She should be easy enough to find. Please don't tell me you want her to be a virgin as well. They're pretty thin on the ground at the club we're going to tonight." She picked up her handbag and made for the door.
Almost as soon as they walked into the club, Mandy saw her, and put her arm on Richard's, to get his attention. He followed her gaze across the room, and there she was, exactly as specified. Oh yes, he certainly fancied having her tonight. He nodded to Mandy's questioning look.
"Small problem, though," he shouted into her ear, above the music, then pointed with his head back to the girl. "What about the guy wrapped around her? I don't fancy her enough to start clubbing her friends off."
Mandy grinned. "Have you seen his arse? He's mine." She rubbed her hands together in glee and did a little pirouette.
"I thought you wanted to watch?"
"Oh, don't you worry." Richard recognised her evil smile. "We will." He wondered how the guy would feel at finding himself a voyeur to his own girlfriend's seduction, but he knew if anyone could pull it off, it was Mandy. He was getting hornier by the minute. Knowing Mandy, she had probably deliberately picked a girl with a challenge attached.
Some time later, the girl's partner was clearly going off to the bar to get served, so Mandy patted Richard's bum. This was his cue to move in and start chatting the girl up. He was good at that sort of thing. Meanwhile, Mandy was good at distracting men who were supposed to be glued to their partners.
She went over to the bar and stood so closely behind him that when he turned round with their drinks, he bumped into her and spilled some of the drink down her front.
"Shit! I'm so sorry," he apologised, turning to put the drinks back on the bar and pick up a serviette to help her. Conveniently for her plan, the drinks had slopped onto her top, right over her one of her boobs, so the white fabric was clinging to it. And her dark nipple was very clearly visible through it. Pointing through, in fact. He paused, serviette in hand. Mopping up didn't exactly seem to be appropriate, in the circumstances.
Maintaining eye contact with him, Mandy cheekily reached past him, stuck her fingers in one of the drinks and dripped liquid onto her other boob. On command, her nipple strained at the silky fabric.
"Might as well make them match," she grinned at him, then glanced down between his legs. Aware of her gaze, there was little he could do to pretend he hadn't seen.
She put out her hand. "Hi, my name's Mandy. Do you want to buy me a drink?" And that was him, lost.
Half an hour later, she was pressed against the wall outside the back door of the club. The guy with the nice arse was doing the pressing, kissing her hungrily all over her face and neck, while his hands explored frantically under her top. The fabric had dried, but the nipples were still rock hard and getting lots of attention.
He was a bit of a sloppy kisser, Mandy decided. All fat, wet tongue. Someone really should take him in hand, so as not to waste the potential of the nice rear, which her hands were currently feeling up. In the meantime, however, she could think of better uses for that tongue.
