I can't quite put my finger on it, but there was something about her that just captured my attention the second I walked into the club.
Our eyes locked as if she'd been expecting me, and her lucid gaze seemed to pierce through the crowd, making me feel like I was the only person in the room. She crossed one leg over the other and leaned onto her elbow, allowing her body to rest against the bar casually. The tight black jeans she had on stretched along her thighs, exposing a few rips in the fabric, and her button shirt seemed a few sizes too big for her. So big that with just the first three buttons open, I could easily see the entire tattoo that covered the midline of her chest.
Her dark hair was cut short and parted in the middle, allowing the delicate waves to fall on either side and frame her skinny face. Everything about her presence reeked of seduction, but before I had the chance to sink myself into it, the club host greeted me, and I broke off our eye contact. She asked for my name and pointed over to the table where my friends were already sitting down.
"Hey! You made it!" screamed Shannon, "I thought you'd bailed on us."
"Nah, I just had to finish off some work first. What are you girls drinking?" I asked, forcing myself to avoid looking back at the girl by the bar.
"It's a mojito pitcher!" shouted Lara, "Here, take some." She focused all her energy to pour me a glass, trying her best not to spill it and then shoved it up to my face. "Cheers!" she screamed once more.
I took the glass in my hand, cheered up with the rest of my girls and chugged down half of it, hoping to give myself some liquid courage before I approached her. But when I turned my face to look at her again, I couldn't find her. I looked around as far I could see, trying to filter through the people, but I couldn't spot her anywhere. My excitement fell flat as I sat in disbelief, asking myself how I could have missed my shot already without even having the chance to try. She looked so perfect, the hot sexy masc who could pin me down and boss me around, but it all faded away quickly. Having lost hope, I chugged the rest of my drink and dove into the gossip that all the girls were chatting about.
Drinks were flowing all night, and before I knew it, my thoughts became cloudy, and my drunk side took over. "Let's go on the dancefloor!" I said, pulling Shannon up to her feet. She didn't resist, and neither did the rest. They all followed as we squeezed into the middle of the crowd and started dancing as if it was our last night out. The whole atmosphere of the place made it seem like nothing else mattered. As if the world ended right at their doors. I raised my hands in the air and took a deep breath in, allowing myself to sink into the music. Feeling my skirt sway from side to side and the sweat beading over my chest. I had completely forgotten about her when I felt someone's hand gently rest on my waist.
I instinctively turned around, thinking that I'd find a random guy and that I'd have to explain to him that I'm into girls. But when I looked up, my heart skipped a beat. She was taller than I expected, and her face was even prettier up close. She had perfectly shaped eyebrows and beautiful thick lashes that made her dark eyes even more mysterious. Her lips were small and tainted in a blush colour, "You're absolutely gorgeous," she said, trying to raise her voice over the blasting music. "Can I dance with you?" she asked, putting her hand out. Without uttering a single word, I placed my hand into hers and continued to move along with the music.
Every step made her shirt bow forward just enough to show off the curves of her small perky breasts. Teasing my mind to wonder what else was hidden under her clothes. The thin black leather choker was wrapped up tightly around her neck, with a small silver ring pressed up over her throat, and the long silver necklace had a small pendant that sat just in between her boobs.
"What's your name?" I asked, smiling through my eyes.
