Distractions everywhere.

I’m beyond eager to get into the club and after Piya but I have to first wait for it to quiet down enough so that I can leave my post at the front door and go looking for her. It’s this lack of focus and attention that enables someone I most certainly would have noticed on any other occasion to make her way up beside me and gently tug me on the arm before I’d even noticed she was there. Turning my head from the only slightly diminished queue line in front of me, I look to my left and take in a vision by my elbow.

Short, barely coming up to my elbow but fantastically proportioned otherwise. I really wish I could say I noticed her long curly golden hair first but it was her quite large and spectacular breasts I’m firmly drawn to. Looking down between these two gold orbs, their firmness pulls the front of her little red club dress out so that I can see down and through to the underwire of her bra. Realising I’m probably gawking, I drag my eyes away and focus on her face. Sweet, Asian with long curled false lashes that match the rest of her body.

“Sorry to interrupt,” she says with an accent that reminded me immediately of my crazy Thai friend in the club tonight. This connection ensures I’m able to hide the surprise on my face as she asks, “you're Piya’s friend from Uni, aren’t you? The one she kissed.”

“How did you know…” I begin to ask. I’d thought that had been something just between me and her and her stupid boyfriend afterwards but apparently not.

“I’m Aor,” she says holding out a hand for introduction as I shake it.

“Piya’s here tonight,” I say still struggling to get my footing with this golden-blonde Asian I guess must be Thai like her friend.

“Oh, I know that. I’ve been following their stories online. Piya is such a drunk mess,” she informs me shaking her head at her friend. “I would have been out with them sooner but I had to find a sitter.”

“Did you want to come inside and join them?” I offer. “I was just about to go and look for her anyway.”

“I bet you were,” Aor says with a knowing smile but held her delicate arm out for me to stamp and then accompanied me into the club.

Much to my delight and appreciation, this little woman I’ve just met three seconds ago takes a hold of my arm and practically presses it between her cleavage as she strolls along beside me, chatting for all the while as if we are the best of friends and have known each other for ages.

“You’ve caused quite the argument between Piya and her boyfriend tonight by her coming out and her to see you here,” she says casually.

“I didn’t do anything,” I feel compelled to defend myself. I didn’t even know she was coming here tonight.

“Oh yes, it was quite the shouting match her next-door neighbour told me. He’s going to be so furious with her come the morning but there’s no stopping our Piya when she’s got an idea in her mind…” Aor continues to trail on as I struggle to hear what she is saying over the noise.

Aor and I make our way to a raised walkway in The Loft that overlooks the main dance floor and where I had seen Piya and her friends for most of the times I’d found a reason to sneak off inside and check on her. I cast my eyes out onto the packed bodies dancing and gyrating to the clubs DJ and eventually find her near the speakers dancing and shaking her long dark hair about without a care in the world. Dancing next to her is a much smaller Thai with straight short hair that comes just down to her shoulders.

Aor watches me watching them and presses her chest to me even harder as she has to stand over her tippy toes to breathe hotly into my ear as she shouts, “that’s Piya’s best friend Yui. She’s a teacher at St Magdalene’s school for girls. She’s still got her cherry star if you’re thinking about her.”

“I wasn’t,” I protest. God, why do I come across as so guilty all the time with this Aor. I look away from Piya and Yui and take in the rest of her group. Another tall woman like Piya is next to them in a long pencil skirt and silk top, the shimmering fabric sticking to her enhanced body.

“Ooh, that one is Candace. She’s an ER doctor.” Aor looks me up and down taking me in. “You’re a couple of decades too young to be her type and too much not-a-doctor for her. Keep looking.”

I shake my head and continue my eyes roaming.

Aor tuts at where I look next. “And that is Piya’s little sister Lawan so you can forget about her!”

Beside her is another teen that looks just 18 like Piya’s sister. Dancing even more erratically than any of them in a short tartan skirt with the biggest breasts by far of the group.

“And that’s Dawn! I literally can’t even with her,” Aor closes her eyes and shakes her head at the very thought of Dawn.

While we’ve been looking, Piya has noticed our position and excused herself from Yui and come almost running over to us.

“Aor!” she screams when she gets closer and throws her arms around her diminutive friends. “I didn’t know you were coming out.” Piya turned to me and hugged me just as enthusiastically. “Thank you for finding our hot little mummy,” she tells me as she presses a hot wet kiss to my cheek, her body writhing against me in a way that is sure to draw the judgement of her friend.

Tugging Piya by the arm to pull her away from where she has almost been grinding herself against me. “Your ‘boyfriend’ wouldn’t think much of you rubbing yourself up against some bouncer,” Aor says with a raised eyebrow.

“Well, I don’t see him here right now. Do you? And he is not just some bouncer so I’ll do whatever I want with him,” Piya argues drunkenly with her friend in a way that only makes sense to her in her drunken state. The argument switched to Thai between the two friends to allow for even faster shouting to occur.

Whatever is said I don’t understand until a sudden switch back to English. “Fine! You have him then. Not everyone wants a sexless marriage. I’m going to dance,” Piya declares as she storms off to the dance floor once again.

I can’t possibly understand the context of what was just said but I’m concerned to see Aor turn her face away from me for a moment and it looks like she seems to dab at the corners of her eyes.

Composed Aor turns back to me and asks me, “would you mind taking me back to the front door?”