Author's Note:
This is a story that came from the story idea forum; it contains various sexual scenarios, as well as anal. The following is a fantasy and not based on any real events. Much appreciation goes out to WearMeWell and BigBadBrain for helping with editing and suggestions. Any errors not discovered are strictly my fault. Enjoy and as always feedback is welcomed. Thank-you ~ Red
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"Are you sure he's in there?" Dani asked her boyfriend Mike.
She flipped down the sun visor on the Audi and stared at her reflection in the mirror. Her blue eyes looked spectacular; the make-up gave her a smoky look and accented the deep sapphire color. The blush she'd applied did little to distract from the full lips and easy smile.
"I'm positive," Mike said. He glanced at Dani and once again found himself questioning what he'd asked her to do.
Mike's ex-girlfriend had dumped him months prior to meeting Dani. He had always wondered why and though he had tried not to be obvious about how much he still cared for the other woman, Dani had seen right through him, calling him out several times. Often the call-outs left him feeling guilty and her feeling less than attractive to him.
She was far from being unattractive. Dani was what many women hoped to one day be – a golden blonde bombshell. Her breasts were the perfect size for his hands. Well-toned and shaped legs, and an ass that was made for fucking, only added to her appeal, as did her sexual appetite. The only thing that would make Dani perfect was a little anal play, but that was something she was very much against.
"Ready?" Dani asked, bringing him back to the task at hand.
Mike checked his pockets, making sure he had both his cell phone and his wallet. He pulled the key from the ignition and slipped it in, next to his phone. Outside of the vehicle, he darted over to Dani's side and opened the door for her. She stepped out, allowing her leg to seem longer than it was, by her slow exit of the vehicle. His cock jerked in appreciation.
"You look great," he commented after closing the door and wrapping his arm around her waist.
He held her close as they walked side-by-side, across the street and up to the door of the club. Once inside Mike found a place where they could both keep an eye out on the patrons of the establishment.
The band that was performing was good. Dani's body moved to the rhythm that played over the crowd. She swayed and tapped her foot, anxious for the night to begin. Her gaze shifted from various couples, pausing on a few single men.
She had heard through the grapevine that he was a real knockout, but not in the looks department. He was supposed to be good looking, but not Hollywood worthy. In between the sheets, that was a different story. Mike had heard the same thing as well as how suave and debonaire the man was; that was a big reason why his last girlfriend had left him.
"There he is," Mike said, pulling Dani's attention away from the dancers and over to the bar.
From where they sat, Dani was rewarded with the other man's profile. "That's Doug?" she asked.
Quickly, she did what many women do; made a quick assessment of his crotch. His jeans were snug, but not grossly tight. Still they fit well enough that she could tell he was indeed carrying a promising package. Her interest piqued immediately.
"That's him. Even his name sounds dumb. Doug – who drops a 'Mike' for a 'Doug'? I don't get it. Look, he's nothing special. Short brown hair, stocky build. He's not anything worth writing home to mom about. Fuck, even his nose is crooked, probably got it from tripping over his two left feet."
Dani smirked. "Jealous much?"
Mike rolled his eyes. "No," he sighed and took a deep breath, "yes."
She reached out and stroked his arm. "Look, I'll go over there, just like we planned and I'll find out what makes him 'all that' and if there really is something so totally-off-the-wall special about him, I'll tell you. After that can you please let this go?"
He took a deep breath. He loved Dani and knew she would do exactly that – be upfront and honest with him. If there was something about this guy that Mike didn't have, he wanted to know what it was. It was an ego thing for him. He knew it, and he knew he was behaving like a child for not getting over it, but hell – his curiosity needed satisfied. What harm could there be?
"Go talk to him. I just want to – well, I want to know where I fall short," Mike said.
Dani smirked as she recalled the promising outline of Doug's jeans. "Wrong choice of words there babe," she said before rising from her chair and making her way through the club.
Mike frowned, the comment making little sense and soon forgotten as he watched Dani slowly slide into the chair next to Doug. He waved away the woman who was eager to serve him another drink. His gaze bore into Dani's back as she slowly turned to acknowledge the man's greeting.
Doug's voice was another point in his favor. Dani listened to the thick rough accent and licked her lips in appreciation. He had glanced at her, longer than necessary, as she took her seat. She ordered a drink, which he quickly paid for. This didn't surprise her, nor impress her. What did was the fact that after buying the drink, he ignored her. Dani was more than a little taken back by the quick dismissal and found herself questioning her appeal.
After a few drinks from her glass Dani crossed her legs at the knee, lifting her skirt higher up her thigh. She turned her attention to another man who sat on the other side of her. She toyed with her hair, and laughed at the jokes and one liners that spilled from the inebriated fool's lips.
"Okay doll, you've made your point."
Dani turned around and stared back at Doug. "What point?" she asked, with one brow rising in mock confusion.
"You damn well know what point. We're playing the same game, aren't we?" Doug asked. He lifted a finger and ordered her another round.
Her gaze held his as she tossed her hair back and leaned against the bar. Her breasts were mashed together, and the soft creamy flesh beckoned his eyes. He took the bait and smiled warmly.
"Nice," he said with a smirk, before looking at her eyes, "dress."