The day had not started well for poor Jenny; her Mum had just informed her that she and her father were going away unexpectedly for a long weekend and that her oldest brother Steve would be coming over to stay to keep an eye on her.
Jenny was fuming, "Mum, I'm not a baby, I'm nineteen for god sake, and I don't need Steve babysitting me!"
"Yes I know darling, but your father and I both thought that it would be safer if Steve was here, just in case there was a problem. And you know that there have been a number of houses broken in recently."
"But Mum, can't I go to stay with Paul and Fiona, I am sure that they wont mind?" Jenny asked hopefully. Paul was Jenny's other older brother.
"Sorry not this time, they have a houseful of guests this weekend. Anyway I think it is high time that you and Steve made up, this argument has gone on for long enough, and this weekend will be the perfect opportunity for you to sort it out." her mum told her firmly. "Now Steve doesn't finish work until eight o'clock, so please don't go out until you have seen him, ok?"
Jenny nodded; she sighed in defeat and left for college. It wasn't bloody ok; the argument with her brother had been over his girlfriend Ellie, whom Jenny had caught kissing another bloke at a party. She had told her brother, who then confronted Ellie, who denied it. Steve had chosen to believe Ellie not his sister. An argument had broken out when he accused Jenny of being jealous and making it up in an attempt to break them up, as Jenny had never liked Ellie. Jenny was devastated that he did not believe her and thought that she had made it up. They had not spoken in three months, which had been really hard for Jenny as she and Steve had been extremely close.
When Jenny got home after college, there was a message from Steve on the answer phone, explaining that he would be a bit late coming home, and asking her not to go out until he had had a chance to talk with her. But when he still was not back by nine thirty, Jenny decided that she had waited long enough. Hell it was Friday evening, and she wanted to have some fun. She quickly put on her little black dress; the one that hugged her figure in all the right places, left him a note and then headed off to the local night club, where she had arranged to meet some of her friends.
As she was late, Jenny found that there was already a cue of people waiting to get into the club, but luckily for her, she caught the eye of one of the bouncers on the door, and after a quick flirt with him, he her let in. The music was loud and dance floor was heaving, Jenny looked around for her friends and eventually found them at the bar. They drank and chatted for a while, then headed onto the packed dance-floor.
Steve knew that Jenny would not be there when he got home, he knew that like him, she would want to put off seeing him for as long as possible, and to be honest he did not blame her. After all it was his fault that they had argued, if only he had believed what she had told him about Ellie, but no he told her that she was jealous, then a few weeks ago he found out that Ellie had been seeing someone else and that his sister had been right all along.
Jenny loved dancing and soon she lost herself in the music, dancing and swaying to the beat. It was not long before she found herself dancing in a group with several guys, taking it in turn to dance with each, pressing her body against theirs as she openly flirted with them.
It was just after midnight when Jenny got this strange feeling that she was being watched, she began to look around the club, trying to see if she could see the person who was watching her. Jenny scanned the dance-floor, but everyone there was dancing, she checked out the bar, but again no-one was paying her any attention, and then as she glanced up at the upper balcony, she saw a man watching her intently. His piercing blue eyes seemed to catch the disco lights, and he was staring right at her as she danced with one guy, then another and another, pressing herself against them, letting their hands caress her body through her clothes. Knowing that she was watched, Jenny flirted with the guys even more, letting two of them sandwich her between them as they danced so that their bodies were pressed together.
He watched her from the balcony above, as she danced, feeling himself grow hard at the idea of her naked body being pressed against his; oh god, he wanted her. He decided that he could use a drink, so he headed off to the bar to get a beer, and on impulse he also bought vodka.
After a few more dances Jenny headed off towards the bar on the upper balcony as the downstairs bar was packed, only to come face to face with the blue-eyed bloke at the top of the stairs. He handed her a glass, Jenny sniffed it; it was vodka and then with a smile she took a sip. They moved to stand and watch the dancers below. The guy was about twenty five, with short blond hair and amazingly blue eyes; he was well built and wore tight black trousers and a charcoal tee-shirt.
"Do you come here often," he asked with a grin.
It was the worst chat up line in history, but Jenny could not help playing along and smile at his cheesy opening line. "Yeah, most weeks, what about you?"
"I used to, but haven't been around for a while," he replied.
The music had now changed to slower tracks; the couples below were now swaying together, their bodies pressed close.
"You want to dance?" he asked.
