"There's a huge queue, I need to find somewhere NOW", Mike overheard the cute brunette say to a giggling pair of girlfriends. "Knew I should've gone before they started kicking out"
On a Friday night after the pubs closed, anyone who wanted to keep drinking headed down to the Lock-Up bar – a sticky-and-cheap style club in a dingy basement, a little off the beaten path. The place never seemed to close and, dive-ish as it was, if a barman like Mike wanted to salvage a little weekend fun after work, it was the only place open after he'd shut up for the night. Tonight it was absolutely rammed and, judging by the line outside, this girl's chances of getting to the loo in the next half hour were slim indeed. Perfect, he thought, hanging back and enjoying the girl's desperate, mincing steps as they approached the club doors.
Her group had appeared just before last orders and she'd knocked back three vodka and diet cokes and a glass of water in rapid succession, before Mike's bouncers had cleared the place out. His cock had twitched at her longing look towards the toilets before big Ern had, not unkindly, ushered her on her way. It had been an easy decision to leave the cleaning-up until the morning and see how this played out as her peachy posterior, stunningly clad in a tight black dress, wiggled its way off his premises.
Up ahead, she was remonstrating with the doorman while her friends joined back of the queue, recognising a lost cause when they saw one. Mike stopped a ways up the road and pretended to fiddle with his phone.
"Pleeeeeeease"
A little bob and crotch grab for effect. God, she was hot. The doorman was unmoved, however, and dismissed her with a shake of the head. Good man, Doug, Mike thought, recognising the burly Cockney as one of the regular local security rotation.
Red-faced, the girl flounced to the back of the queue, where her friends had apparently found a pair of likely lads to pay them in for the night. The blonde one shot her a look as she clutched herself, before loudly responding to a whispered plea with a tipsy wink
"Queuein up with Jay and –Sean-s-it(?) – Ellieeee, don't wanna lose this place do we"
The lad next to her turned, laughed, and reminded her that his name was, in fact, Aaron.
"Shuddup you" the blond girl smacked his bottom for good measure. "We'll save yer place, Ell"
Ellie, it seemed, had no other choice, and let Aaron point her back towards where Mike was standing. Beet-red, she hobbled up the road towards the stranger, who was still supposedly texting.
"Wait, you're that guy from the last place aren't you? What're you doing here?" she quizzed as she approached, trying (and failing) to suppress a squirm.
