Lucia was nervous and excited about her upcoming teaching conference in Charlottetown PEI. Excited because it was a chance to recharge and relax a bit away from the daily routine of teaching her young charges (not that she didn't enjoy her job, it was something she felt she was meant to do) and nervous because she was headed to the conference with three other young teachers who always seemed to get themselves (and her) up to no good on these conference trips. Nothing really outrageous but they had built up a repository of stories of hi-jinks and mishaps from the after conference hours activities from previous trips.
Lucia was the type of girl who doesn't usually let loose in public, she tended to be a very private person and kept her wilder side in check, but something about these three girls, and the copious amounts of alcohol that seemed to appear when they got together socially, seemed to get her in trouble every time. While a private person, Lucia had a very wild inner self which she kept under control through online activities such as erotic story writing and sharing dirty photos with the nets many resident perverts. This outlet left her almost completely in control and let satisfy her inner urges without leaving her vulnerable or exposed. That was one thing she always tried to project and protect, was her independence and sense of control.
She laughed and joked with her trip mates on the car ride to the Island as they relived past memories from their last conference trip, which saw Lucia dancing suggestively on a bar table at the end of the last night to the cheers and encouraging leers of the male bar patrons, while her friends egged her on. Afterwards she barely kept herself together enough to resist the temptation to follow one particularly cute guy into the bathroom and satisfy her one primal lust of filling her mouth with cock. Although her friends tending to get wild and party in the bars they all were actually quite prudish and uptight about one night stands and casual sex. Lucia sometimes felt bewildered and disgusted by the way they acted, teasing men and accepting drinks and leading them on and not following through to get to the good stuff!
She told herself this trip she would try and pace herself, to take it easy on the alcohol and be a "good girl". Maybe someone else could take a turn being the out of control one this time!
After the first day of presentations, working groups and demonstrations, Lucia was feeling good about the trip and was excited by the work she had done and some of the new methods and practices she might try out back in her classroom. She was looking forward to seeing the city as she had not visited it before and was hoping that there was a good restaurant nearby that was a little upscale and would inhibit her friends from trying to get the party started too early.
She was dismayed to find out her friends had already booked a reservation and a local night club and restaurant called the Globe, whose motto was Dine, Drink, Dance. She imagined a cheap bar, serving pub food and cheap drinks, where guys would be plying girls with drinks hoping to get them to dance and come home with them afterwards. She was pleasantly surprised when entering that it appeared to be an upscale restaurant well decorated in modern cues, serving fresh local foods prepared in many different world cuisines and had nary a deep fried item on the menu. The clientele also appeared atypical of a trashy nightclub as well with many well dressed business types, mixed with students and young adults.
"This is a pleasant surprise " She thought to herself and felt her guard drop a bit as she relaxed. She even allowed herself to order another glass of wine after her earlier self imposed limit of 2. It had been a late reservation as the conference on day 1 had ended at 5:00 and it had taken the four girls sharing two rooms and two bathrooms a total of 2 hours to get ready to go out. So by the time they had finished their meals, dessert and had ordered one more drink, the staff starting removing the empty tables from the dance floor and a musician started setting up his equipment.
I had decided to come check out the show my younger brother was putting on at the Globe that night since I rarely get to see him since he moved to Toronto to pursue a music career. It wasn't going extremely well but he was paying most of his bills through his music which is more than most struggling musicians can say. He was setting up his gear when he sent me a message saying he had made it to PEI and that he had put my name on the list at the door if I wanted to come out and see the show.
I entered the bar and noticed him right away up front with his keyboard, computer, mixing board and other arcane gear needed to perform his live dance music show. I was not a big fan of dance music, but really enjoyed watching him produce this music that is usually done through a drum machine and turntable instead using his keyboard and computer, layering unique improvised music and looping, sometimes incorporated sound from the crowd in a way that really drove up the energy of the show.
"Hey my brother!" I called and went over to give him a hug.
"What's up?!" He replied, clapping me on the back. He continued to hook up cables, flip switches and position his gear as we chatted about family and life in Toronto for a few minutes.
"Listen, I am going to get a drink!" I shouted above the noise as the club started filling up, and heading to the bar to order a scotch.
While standing waiting for the bartender to catch my eye a young women with an Acadian accent jostled in beside me and leaned over the bar trying to get the bartenders attention with her low cut shirt. "Hey, can I get a drink?!" she called out, then turned back to the crowd and shouted out "Lucia! Lucia! Did you want another glass of wine?!"
Out of curiosity I turned around to scan the crowd for this Lucia, having only known one girl with that name but being from another province not expecting to see the online cock-worshiping Lucia I had exchanged dirty stories and pics with. Partially because you can never be certain whether the person you e-mail online is who they say they are, the slutty cock gobbler could be a dude afterall sharing old photos of his ex, and because you never know if they are even from the same country as you.
I felt a small wave of shock pass through me as I recognized, the face, full lips, fuller tits and curvy figure of the girl who had been sending me naked photos of herself with cock in her mouth as she knelt in front of it for years. She nodded to her friend and turned back to a group of girls at the table she was sitting with.
"Holy shit!" I thought. "It's really her, and she looks fucking hotter in person!" I quickly turned back to the bar, where the bartender had finally just got to me, and ordered my drink.
I headed back to my brother, although my mind was definitely elsewhere, and couldn't help another glance back to Lucia's table. Just that moment she turned to where my little brother and I were standing and locked eyes with me. She did a little double take and I think something jogged in her memory and quickly averted her eyes and blushed a little.
"OK, she recognized me." I thought. "What do I do now?"
I continued helping my brother set up, keeping my gaze away from her table as thoughts raced through my head. Do I acknowledge her? Do I talk to her? Do I just leave? Why does she have to be so hot?!
By the time the sound set up was done I had decided I needed to confront her, at least talk to her face to face, but I had no idea how to go about it or what to say.
I turned to her table and noticed she was no longer sitting there. I scanned the room and saw her at the bar, looking like she was settling a tab. I looked back at her table and her friends were still laughing and talking, full drinks in front of them and not appearing to be getting ready to leave. Was she getting ready to leave because she recognized me? I decided I had to act.
I walked over and stepped up to the bar beside her, ostensibly to order a drink.
"How are you tonight?" I said to her without looking at her.
"Um, good..." She replied also staring straight ahead.
"Is your name Lucia?" I asked, turning to her.
