Once a tease, always a tease.

“You shouldn’t say thinks like that,” Piya tells me leaving me dumb foundered.

Leaning in she kisses me on the corner of the mouth, our lips just touching once again as it was when she first got here tonight. She hugs me tight, pressing her body hard up against mine, making sure to rub her supple body against my aching loins. “I really enjoyed our dance,” Piya whispered in my ear for only me to hear.

With that Piya and her group of girls turn and make their way to the nearest exit. Lost for what to do I make my slowly back to the front door of The Loft.

I’m actually pleased to see Piya and her boyfriend in a shouting match in the middle of the street. Both of them gesturing wildly and him waving his phone in the air and in front of her face. Piya having enough, storms off down the road and away into the night. Her boyfriend turns to me and shoots me a **** stare before running off after her like a little puppy.

With the night almost over, myself and the other security guys, close down the entrance to the venue and start to get everyone to leave when we shut. A bunch of us stay behind for an after-work drink and wind down with a round of bourbon and cokes. It takes a couple more for me to calm my nerves after Piya has rattled them. I decide to leave my car behind at work and get a co-worker to drop me off at home.

My dreams are plagued through with images of Piya dancing against me and our hands running all over each other. Lips locked as we gyrate against each other.

I wake just after lunch feeling like I haven’t got a moments rest at all. I roll over in bed and take my phone from the nightstand. I bring up Instagram and to no surprise at all, the photo of Piya and I has disappeared. Curiously though there is a message in my DMs’. I open it to see Piya’s screen name “PrincessPiya”.