That's the one, Mandy Turnby told herself, as she watched the handsome young guy in his neat open neck shirt and tight fitting pants walk across the floor. She nudged her best friend Linda,and pointed. "Wow," Linda gasped," You're ambitious. You know who that is?"
"Never seen him before."
"Half the girls in this club would give up Christmas to get between his sheets. That's Guy Ballin, his old man owns the paper factory down town. Loaded, they are."
"But you said I should aim high," Mandy was very uncertain about this whole process but she was adamant that, being nearly twenty, it was time that she lost her virginity.
The pathetic, unexciting fumblings of the guys she'd met so far had left Mandy feeling that sex maybe wasn't for her. But the ravings of Linda and other girls about their orgasms and what a good lover could do for a girl had convinced her that it was time she lost her virginity.
Mind made up, the right course of action was needed. And Linda had agreed and had offered her the advice that, "It's best done with a stranger."
When she'd asked 'why?' Linda replied, "Well if it turned messy you've got no comebacks to worry about. But choose carefully."
"I'm choosing carefully," Mandy said now, watching this Guy Balin saunter up to the bar.
"You sure are, " Linda laughed. "But don't be disappointed if you miss out on this one. He can have any girl he sets his mind on."
"So he has plenty of experience?"
"You could say that, yes."
"Well, isn't that what I need? A guy who knows his way around a woman's body?" Linda shrugged,
"I just don't want to see you be disappointed."
Mandy screwed up her face, "I'm willing to take that risk. Wish me luck."
And, before LInda could stop her, Mandy had strolled across to the bar where her target was ordering a drink. She allowed her shoulder to gently nudge against his arm as she quietly ordered a bacardi and cranberry juice.
He half turned to look at her and his eyes, the deepest of blues she noticed, made a quick survey of her body. Mandy was confident in her simple, snugly fitting dress, that he would appreciate her curves.
She knew he had when, in a deep brown voice, he asked, "May I buy that drink for you?"
In no time they were chatting and she was telling him of her boredom in the office where she worked.
Then they were dancing and when he pulled her in close she could smell his after shave and during the third dance became aware of some thing extra rubbing hard against her thigh.
Great! She was having an effect. Once she caught Linda's eye and her friend raised an encouraging thumb.
As the evening advanced he leaned in close to her and asked, "I have a place not far from here. Would you care for somewhere quieter?"
For the first time Mandy's nerves began to jangle.
This was it. The burning of the bridges. A clear opening yet she hesitated, but only for a second. "That sounds good."
Outside the club her escort raised a hand and almost by magic a large car pulled up in front of them, driven by an immaculately garbed chauffeur.
"The apartment, sir?" the chauffeur asked as they climbed into the back of the sumptuous vehicle.
"Yes, please, Wilkins." Then he turned to her and took her hand, "You have to be the best looking girl I've seen for many a day---"
"And I'll bet you've seen plenty," she butted in, amazed at her own sudden boldness. She was on her way---to what?
He smiled at her comment, "I won't deny it."
"And is that the line you use with all of them?"
He held both hands up, "On my honour, I meant what I said." And he leaned forward and kissed her gently on the mouth.
Maybe five seconds, but the warmth and softness of his lips set Mandy's pulses racing.
The journey was very short. The large apartment block had an underground car park and soon Mandy found herself in a lift with Guy's hand resting soothingly on her bare shoulder.
