I was sitting in a dingy pub in Pimlico with a mate of mine. He was explaining to me exactly why his life was shite, his son was an ungrateful thug, his daughter was no better than a two-dollar whore and his wife was a bitch -- he was an hour in and showed no sign of slowing down. The chorus to his ballad of ballsed up bastards was his regular references to how lucky I was to still have my independence. My eyes were beginning to glaze-over.
I was sitting in the corner facing the door and wasn't really paying much attention. I was in fact watching the Friday evening crowd ebbing and flowing. Just giving the occasional comment and expression of sympathy to keep him happy.
A posse of women breezed in. Mid-thirties, expensively dressed and already half-cut. They ordered a round of drinks and started to talk and laugh loudly while scanning the males in the room. One of them, an attractive, petite, brunette with an unfeasibly short skirt fixed me with a frank stare. Was that desire? "I'm getting desperate!" I thought to myself. "There's no way she'd look twice at me."
They drank their drinks while my companion droned on. She kept glancing in my direction and always caught me watching her. As they got ready to move on she turned to me, favoured me again with that stare and lifted her hem a couple of inches. No underwear! The minx. She saw me look and look back at her eyes. She gave me a little tilt of the head and turned towards the door. As she was about to leave she looked back at me over her shoulder and smiled a beautiful open smile.
I downed my drink and said "Sorry bro' got to run!" and left him in mid-sentence. I got outside in time to see a cab drive off with half the women. Another cab was just pulling up. My little darling was hanging about at the back of the pack, watching the pub. As she saw me emerge she said something to the other women that I didn't catch. They all piled into the cab and zoomed off. I walked up to her and as I reached her she said "You can come with us if you like. Long as you don't get in the way!". Another cab pulled up.
"Sure! Where are we going?"
"Not far." She whispered something to the driver and we dived in the cab.
Well! This was definitely a bit atypical. I'd never done anything like it before. Here I was in the back of a cab with a very desirable woman whom I'd just met and who went commando. She snuggled up to me and took my arm. She saw me glance at her lap. "Would you like a little peek?" She was watching me closely. I gave a slight nod. She licked her fingers, opened her legs and stroked a finger up her slit. "Would you like a taste?". I nodded again -- not trusting my voice. She offered her finger and I licked it once.
She said. "I was thinking that if you can tolerate that idiot you were with then you might be able to cope with me. I'm certainly not as boring." She glanced down at her crotch. "If you're still with me at the end of the evening you can play with that. Would you like that?"
"Yes please. What do I have to do?"
"Basically just keep up! And don't whine at me..."
"OK -- I can do that."
"We'll see."
She snuggled up against me and in a few minutes we were stopping.
I paid the cab and followed her down a narrow alley between shops. Halfway along she dived though a doorway and down some stairs. At the bottom there was a door with a grill. It opened as we approached and she strode though. I followed. Inside everything was painted black with dim lighting.
She walked past the bouncer as if she owned the place -- or him. I gave him a nervous grin and trailed her in. She checked her bag and shoes at the cloakroom counter and pushed through the door into a large, once opulent room. There was a bar at one end and a low stage with a sofa at the other. Small round tables were scattered in between. She picked a table and we sat down. I leaned towards her and asked "How much will this cost."
She gave a slightly distasteful look "Depends how much you drink. It's a bit pricey but it's not a rip-off. Do try not to be a bore."
I nodded. "Sorry -- must try harder!". She smiled and snuggled up again. I did like the snuggling.
I asked "May I know your name?"
Another sweet smile. "You pick your name for me. I shall call you... Terrance."
There were about twenty people in the room about half and half men and women. I was trying to think of something to say but somehow normal small-talk seemed inappropriate so I held my peace. A waiter swung by and dropped a reasonably nice bottle of Sancerre on the table, two glasses and a tab. I glanced at the tab as I poured the wine. She was right, a bit steep but not outrageous. I supposed there'd be a stripper and I supposed that pushed the drinks bill up a bit. We clinked glasses and sipped. The place was filling up rapidly.
After about 20 minutes the place was just about full. The bouncer stuck his head around the door and said "Anyone else expected?". Receiving no response after thirty seconds he said "I'll just go and shut the door." I heard him run up and down the stairs and then he reappeared. She looked up at me "What is your name for me?".
I gazed for a moment into her elfin eyes. "Faye. You'll be Faye."
"Yes. That's good. Terrance and Faye. Now Terrance, I don't very often go first but I think tonight it would be a good idea. You just sit there and enjoy yourself."
