"I'm gonna make a move mate."
"You're going home?" Daryl asked, incredulously.
"Nah, I'm gonna check out Diva. C'mon, it's dead in here."
Daryl turned to the bar, his eyes feasting on the new girl. "I got things I wanna check out in here first," he replied, raising his eyebrows and nodding at the petite blonde.
Pete shook his head, spoke sternly. "Be careful, yeah? Lucy don't deserve that." He grabbed his friend's shoulder forcefully, Daryl's smug grin vanishing. "Are you even listening? Lucy is a good girl." Pete spoke slowly. "Don't be a twat."
Daryl's attention was held for barely a moment, before the vacant grin returned. He knew he had a good girl at home, and knew he could find a bad one without her ever knowing. He patted Pete's arm lightly. "Get a bit jealous if I'm having too much fun, don't you?" he grinned.
Daryl watched his friend leave, turned and leaned across the bar, fifty pound note in hand. He held it between his fingers lightly, letting all those around get a good look. It said more about himself than he ever could, and expressed all he wanted people to know. Daryl Ronson had money and Daryl Ronson was important. He smiled at the bargirl as she caught his eye, mistaking for awe her wide-eyed look of disgust.
She avoided his stare, poured his drink in silence. His gaze drifted to her chest as she turned, dropping further to the tight little ass in the tight little pants as she walked away. In an instant he'd dealt with the rejection, and picked out her flaws. "Bitch." he muttered, turning.
His attention was now in line with almost every other guy in the bar. Two women had just arrived, making straight for the dancefloor. They didn't seem to be English, too tanned and exotic looking, and it made them stand out, even in a nightclub full of beauties. Daryl took a swig from his drink as they began to dance. He drank slowly in fascination.
They danced close, their bodies matching the music with ease. The shorter of the two raised her hands above her head, moved her hips gracefully. Her skin was naturally tanned, her shocking blonde hair likely dyed. Her companion spun around, the edges of her tiny combat patterned skirt catching the air and rising a little. Daryl admired her face, long narrow cheekbones, and tanned also, but with long flowing dusky black hair. Her head fell back as she danced, her long angular neck exposed, her hair reaching yet further down her back. He stared in wonder, transfixed, everything else a hazy background to her angelic features. The moment ended as her blonde partner re-appeared in his vision. She leaned over the dark-haired girl, whispered in her ear. The dark-haired girl glanced over. She caught Daryl's stare. She smiled.
The girls re-focused on one another, Daryl blinked, unsure if he'd read the smile correctly. Their dancing changed pace to suit the new much faster song. Men crowded around them but they turned their backs, eyes locked onto one another. The blonde turned, backed into her friend, moved her body up and down against the raven's chest. As the blonde raised her arms, the raven nestled her head onto her partner's shoulder. Their cheeks touched as their eyes closed. When they opened both sets were on Daryl.
His cock seemed to rise in time with his lips, as the blonde leaned forward, the raven tapping her ass lightly, in time with the music. The blonde stared coyly, the raven, with mouth slightly ajar, knowingly. Daryl fought hard to keep his focus on the dark-haired girl's eyes. He could see her hand moving against the blonde's denim skirt in the corner of his eye. He watched her eyes widen with every little spank, already imagining his cock give her the same, but much bigger, reaction.
She turned and shook her ass, barely covered by the flimsy skirt. Daryl turned his attention to the blonde, facing him now. She brushed her hair back over her ear, pouted at him. He grinned and she grinned back. He glanced down, following her eyes, to her hands resting on her thighs. She ran her fingers upwards over her thighs, moving inwards, under her skirt a little, teasingly stopping before reaching her pussy. Daryl's cock throbbed desperately as she tilted her head, smiling at him.
He took a deep breathe and strode arrogantly forward, but within a few strides his path was barred by a bouncer.
"No drinks on the dancefloor mate."
Daryl stared angrily from bouncer to beer, placed his drink on a table, and continued to the floor. The girls had darted, and he ploughed hopelessly through throngs of people, urgently in search of them. It was only when he reached the centre that he saw the raven again, stood off in a corner, leaning against a wall. Bravely he stepped towards her.
"You're looking a bit lonely babe, want some company?" he began, cheerfully.
She looked up at him as he spoke, big chocolate eyes under long lashes. She spoke in heavily accented and broken English.
"You watched us. Did you enjoy?"
He leaned close and spoke deeply, aiming to show his prey how much of a man he truly was. "very much," he answered, curtly. "Where's your friend?"
"Is it me you like, or her?" The raven responded, frowning.
"You babe, definately, you." He rubbed the smooth skin of her arm, and stepped closer still. She was trapped in the corner now, and pushed her hips out a little to show her approval.
"That's good," she drooled, "but Catalina thinks you are handsome too."
Daryl discovered her name was Layla. Both were from Columbia on a six month course studying English.
"Who's your teacher?" Daryl enquired nervously.
"An English woman, but her Spanish is very good. Why do you want know?" Layla asked suspiciously.
Daryl shrugged his shoulders, glancing back around the club, "Just interested, you know." She glared at him for a moment.
"Do you have girlfriend?"
Daryl laughed, regaining his confidence, comfortable with a lie he'd told many times before. "No, no girlfriend." He leaned close to her face, hand on her waist, smiling inanely, "I only have eyes for you." Their lips brushed, but she moved aside, smiling quickly.
"Lets find Catalina."
They saw her at a secluded table in the corner. She sat perplexed, a wan smile on her face directed at the man leaning across her table. Layla quickened her pace.
"She doesn't speak English, so go," Layla yelled. "Go, now, she's not interested."
Daryl caught the defeated man's eye, his self-satisfied smile painted to his face. Layla relaxed and guided him onto the seat between herself and Catalina. He smiled at her, she smiled back shyly. She sat with her hands between her thighs, her forearms squeezing her breasts together intensifying her delicious cleavage. Daryl began to think of all the dirty things he was going to do with those girls that very night. He turned back to see Layla's face close to his own.
"I'm very protective of Catalina. Her English is not so well. She stays with me always. Are you ok?"
Daryl understood as much as he needed from her garbled speech. He felt her hand rest on his thigh as Catalina began to whisper Spanish in his ear.
"She says," whispered Layla "you are handsome. You make her feel...I don't know word."
"She thinks I'm hot," said Daryl, turning to Catalina and marvelling at their shared opinion.
Daryl sat in bliss, his arms stetched out around each girl. He made a point of catching every man's eye that walked past, registering every look. Amazement, anger, grudging respect. Of all however, envy was the best. To see all those faces coveting what he had made him feel alive. He pulled the girls closer, only wishing Pete was still around to see this.
Layla sat forward a little, smiling. "We want you to go home with us please."
They walked through the busy crowds, Layla and Catalina holding hands. Daryl was close behind, admiring the tight little asses in the little skirts. He picturing the two girls naked together, sprawled over his bed, hot little cunts waiting for his cock. He thought of Lucy, not at home waiting for him, but thought of her at other times. When she refused to consider his plans for a threesome, became irate with him and stormed off. He thought about how insensitive she'd been to his needs, ans smiled. Her loss now.
The taxi ride to their place was short but very sweet for Daryl. Catalina sat on his knee giggling, chatting with Layla in Spanish. He kissed Catalina's neck, fondling her breasts through her top, all the while glaring seductively at Layla. She glared back with fascination, an ever present smirk playing at the edges of her lips. Daryl's eyes were drawn to those lips now, he thought about his cock passing between them, even as the softness of Catalina's breasts oozed in his palms.
Again he was following them, as if under a spell, as they alighted from the taxi. They passed through the gate, up the stairs and into their den. He watched them move silkily ahead of him into the bedroom, a wide rectangular room with a double bed as it's centre point. Daryl grabbed both girls by their asses, dragging them into him. They kissed his cheeks fervently before pulling away, panting and smiling.
"First," said Layla authoritatively, "you must watch."
Daryl began to protest, but Catalina swiftly edged him toward a heavy chair. He sat back down as she kissed him, her tongue entering his mouth. She tugged open his shirt as Layla dragged down his pants. His cock now free he kissed Catalina with renewed vigor, listening to her whispered moans, Spanish words meaningless to his ears but erotic all the same.
He felt a pressure on his arms as Catalina sat down on him and realised Layla was behind. He tried to turn, but Catalina held his head fast, her spanish faster, still meaningless yet suddenly menacing. Dimly aware of Layla beneath him he made an attempt to get up, but his arms felt powerless. In a moment his legs refused to move either. The two girls stood above him, smiling. He wriggled but it only left marks on his wrists and ankles from the handcuffs, four sets binding him to the chair.
