Walking into the town's night club, I saw my brother as arranged, standing at the bar with two pints of cold beer in front of him. I walked over to him and slapped him on the back when I reached him, "Is one of them mine?" I asked.
He arched his back from the stinging pain of my slap and turned to me with an, "AAHHH yeah, yours is the Stella!"
I took the Stella in my hand and brought it to my lips slowly. I took a long refreshing mouthful, "So what's the plan for the night then?" I asked him.
"Just a few drinks to celebrate my divorce papers finally coming in the post today!" he said as he chinked my glass with his.
"So you're a free man now then?" I said with a big smile, "That calls for something a bit stronger than lager."
I turned to the barman, "Two large Whiskies please!" and reached for my wallet.
I handed over a ten dollar note and got two one dollar bills back. I smiled at my brother and raised my whisky glass, "A toast to all the free women out there. Let it be known, the boys are out tonight and the hunt is on."
Paul raised his glass, "To freedom," he shouted and downed the whisky in one swift gulp. I followed his lead and quaffed mine down in one go too, then slammed the glass back down on the bar. We leaned our backs against the bar and looked around the bar at all the ladies in the club.
The Stella started to flow with the odd whisky chaser and the club started to fill with more and more hot looking ladies. Turning to Paul, I leaned over to him, "I think it is going to be a good night!" I yelled.
"Let the fun begin," he shouted back over the music.
As we watched the club fill, I remembered the nights I had spent as a doorman and all the old moves and techniques for catching the ladies came rushing back in to my mind. A wicked smile crossed my face as I turned to Paul, "This is going to be easy tonight. Even you will get lucky tonight."
As I said that, a group of about twelve ladies dressed as cheer leaders stumbled into the club. All dressed in matching blue and yellow tops and short blue skirts, knee length white leather boots and Pink cowgirl hats.
Tapping my brother with my elbow and flicking my head towards the group of ladies, "Looks like a hen party has just walked in."
He smiled back, "Things are looking up for me now then!" He took a swig of his pint "Hen parties are always good for some fun and a last night of freedom!"
I stayed at the bar and watched as Paul walked over to the other bar in the club, where the cheerleaders had headed for. He worked his way to the bar and right in the middle of their group. Shortly afterwards, a big cheer came from the ladies and all their hands went up into the air.
I smiled to myself. I knew he had just bought a round of drinks for the ladies. Leaning back on the bar, I just relaxed and watched the club, keeping my eyes on the dance floor as it got more and more crowded. The DJ started to play some older music.
Taking a big mouthful of my pint and finishing it off, I made my way to the dance floor and bumped into Paul's back, "How's it going with the cheerleaders?" I shouted in his ear over the loud music.
"Great!" is all I got back from him.
After dancing to a few great old tunes, it was time for a cold beer. I walked back to the bar, through the now, full club, having to push passed lots of people. The bar was rammed and the poor guy behind it was rushing to get everyone their drinks.
As I reached the bar, a lovely lady pressed up against me and gave me a sweet smile as I tried to make a little room for us both. The barman came over and took the order of the guy next to me "Two pints and two vodka ices."
Habit had me thinking to myself, "That's a double order, he won't be back to be served soon." The barman brought him his drinks and took his money. He returned shortly with his change, "WHO'S NEXT?" he called out.
"She's next, and then it's me!" I shouted to him.
The lady ordered her drink, a large vodka and coke. She turned to me, put her hand softly on my chest and leaned in close and shouted, "Thank you," in my ear.
I looked down at her and right into her bright green eyes and just smiled at her. "Ladies always come first," I flirted with a cheeky smile.
Her eyes widened as she heard my response, "Always?" she said with a devilish smile.
"Yes. Always." I said as I raised my eyebrow and smiled back.
The barman brought her vodka and coke and her change. She tapped me gently on the chest and said,
"Thank you again."
I watched as she walked away into the crowded club.
"What you having?" I heard the barman call. Turning to him I asked for a Stella and whisky chaser.
I handed him a ten dollar note and waited for my drinks and change. He soon brought them to me. Taking the whisky glass, I chinned it down in one mouthful and slammed the glass back on the bar.
I felt the heat of the whisky move right down though my body. I took my Stella, moved away from the bar and leaned against a pillar, watching the club again.
My eyes scanned the room and saw Paul was still happy playing with the cheerleaders. Our eyes caught each other and I got a thumbs up from him. I smiled back at him and give him a little nod of encouragement.
Taking a swig of my beer, I kept looking around the club when my eyes collided with a set of bright green eyes looking right back at me. I felt the smile on my face grow a little as she smiled over at me and raised her glass. I did the same back to her and we both took a little sip simultaneously. I watched as she licked her lip when she lowered the glass away. Then she turned to talk with her friends.
I watched her with interest. She was wearing a tight, black dress that shows her fantastic figure. It had a sheer black panel in the front with black beads holding the two sides of the dress together over the top of her chest. It gave just a little glimpse of her ample cleavage underneath. The crowd opened up just a little, to give me a look at her whole frame. Her legs were covered in sheer black tights and what looked like four inch heels. I smiled to myself. That made her only about five foot tall I decided, especially as I had to look down into those beautiful, green eyes when she was stood next to me at the bar.
I finished my beer and returned to the bar to get a refill, leaning against it. I felt the soft touch of a hand on my back.
Thinking it was Paul, I didn't turn round I just said "Yes, I will get you a drink."
The voice that answered wasn't Paul's though. It was the green eyed lady. "Thank you. A vodka and coke, please."
I turned and smiled, "A large one at that," I added.
A big grin crossed her face. "I only like large ones!" she said with a chuckle.
I turned and caught the barman's eye and ordered the drinks. I felt her hand rest on the small of my back. She was letting me know she was still there as I waited for the drinks. The barman brought them over and I handed her the glass and turned to face her.
"Thank You. I'm Clare!" she said looking right into my eyes.
"Nice to meet you, Clare. I'm Daniel, but my friends call me Dan."
"Well Dan it is then." she smiled up at me.
We chatted and drank our drinks, just as the DJ started to play some older tunes again. Clare took my hand, "I love this song, let's dance," she shouted and dragged me to the dance floor.
We started to dance with each other, moving in time with the music and I kept my eyes fixed on her every move. I felt her start to move against me. Gently, I placed my hands around her waist and pulled her gently, in tight to me. Feeling her pressing her hips in to me, we started to move. Our hips ground and bumped against each other. I felt her cheek brush against mine as I leaned down holding her to me. Then the soft touch of her lips rested on my cheek. I pressed a little into her lips and turned my head, letting her lips move softly across my cheek and onto my mouth.
Feeling her soft lips against mine, I looked at her and she closed her eyes. She pressed her lips harder against mine. Feeling them open a little, I let mine match hers and felt the soft wetness of her tongue push through my lips, finding my tongue. Still moving and grinding our hips, our tongues twisted and darted together, fighting and struggling to taste each other in our first kiss.