But hang around and get screwed up on you

By the time I got to the club it was already pretty full. I was planning on having a drink or two so I was pretty well straight tonight (about a year earlier I’d made the mistake of mixing El Cid with booze and I have no memories after the fifth Long Island. I woke up in Cleveland), and I made my way through the press of bodies toward the caged off bar, enjoying the mixed scents of clove cigarettes, clean sweat, and pancake makeup. Flashing the hand stamp that indicated I was old enough to be there, I bellied up to the bar next to some chick who looked like she was dressed for a wedding, if wedding dresses were made from red lace. The sparkly eye makeup would have been less out of place at the Friday events here when they did rave music (we didn’t call it EDM back then) and she had a bit too much tan to really fit in. Attention seeker. Nothing wrong with that. So was I tonight.

With a Maker’s Mark and soda in my hand I slipped out of the cage and casted around a bit for a seat. The window facing onto Forbes had a couch beneath it, and the area surrounding it was a little better lit than the rest of the place, which struck me as just dandy. The fact that the seat gave a perfect view of both the cage and the dance floor was just an added bonus. It gave me the chance both to see and be seen. I settled in and started to get comfortable, with the stains of Voltaire ‘s “When You’re Evil” floating through the air, appropriately enough.

A few sips and the three minute dark cabaret tune later and I was joined by a few acquaintances. Pullman and Glenn were about as close to opposites as could humanly exist. Glenn was a big kid, around two fifty, with a florid face and an easy grin. I knew that under that easygoing exterior was a sick twisted fuck with a sadistic sense of humor who often referred to his girlfriend as “My little pillow biter”. All in all he was my kinda guy and we got along pretty well. I almost felt sorry for Pullman. I would be amazed if he tipped the scale at more than ninety pounds and his sunken in eyes gave the impression of having seen far too much for his nineteen years. Despite this he had a good heart and a caring disposition along with a staggering intellect which was sadly being wasted, due in no small part to me. We had corrupted the poor boy, introducing him to the joys of **** and other things which the gods gave to us as proof of their love, and his school work had suffered. This would probably be his last semester at Pitt.

The boys joined me in my little hideaway, me sitting in the center sipping my drink while they stood to either side; court jester and captain of the guard. We laughed and joked for a bit as the slow parade of black lace passed in front of us. Finally seeing someone he recognized, Glenn waved to an attractive young lady and called her over. He started trying to make time with her while she cast furtive glances in my direction. Her name was Anna, a foreign exchange student from Russia that shared a class with Glenn. A cute slightly round face, full lips, white blonde hair, this was the definition of Russian beauty personified. I sat stoically and sipped my bourbon while Glenn clumsily hit on her.

“Would you be a dear and grab me a water?” Her English was absolutely perfect with only the slightest hint of an accent.

Glenn and a furiously blushing Pullman practically tripped over themselves to comply, leaving me alone with the lady. I finally showed her some attention, possibly surprising her with my rich baritone, “Don’t go too easy on him. His girlfriend certainly won’t.” Yes. I cock blocked a friend. So sue me.

“And you?” She asked, surprising me by draping herself across my lap and lacing her fingers behind my neck, “Is there a girlfriend who doesn’t go easy on you?”

There used to be. She was now in my past and the breakup had been anything but easy, “Don’t I wish,” I smirked, aware of a soft musky perfume and her breath on my lips, “I like it hard.”

She shivered at my words, sending a thrill through my groin as her weight shifted just a bit, “I too like it hard.” She teased, “And if what I’m feeling right now is any indication it already is.”

She inched closer, her blue eyes locked on my green ones,and I teased right back, “That’s only just barely firm. “

Again she shivered, twitching her round ass over my crotch. Her eyes only left mine when our lips met, animal instinct taking over as I gripped her hair and our tongues fought for supremacy.