Take Aor somewhere else.

Guessing that there must have been some harsher words spoken between the two Thai girls, I nod my head to Aor and with just the briefest of glances back I start to lead her back out of the club. On the way through the crowded people, I make a brief detour to one of the bars to pick up a bottle of water for Aor and hand it to her. She gives me a wan smile but thanks me nonetheless.

I return to my spot at the front door and switch out with another of the bouncers who returns inside. Aor wonders a few paces from me but doesn’t leave, instead, pulling out her phone and playing with it. I focus back on my work until I hear, “shoot!” a few minutes later. I turn back to where Aor was standing and see her digging through her handbag looking for something.

“Something the matter?” I call out to her.

“No. Oh… my phone just died and I didn’t bring my battery pack. I don’t know how I’m going to get picked up now,” Aor tells me as she tries once again to start the black screen on her mobile.

I point back inside the club. “Did you want to get a lift with one of your friends?”

She immediately frowns and glowers at me. Well, that answers that.

The line to come in has slowed to trickle by now and it’s getting to the point where I could feasibly be knocked off soon. I take a chance with her and offer, “I could be finishing in about half an hour. I could give you a ride if you like?”

Aor seems to debate something inside her head before answering, “Sure that would be nice but only if you don’t mind.”

I tell Aor that I would be perfectly happy to and reassure her that I just want to see her get home safely. She comes and stands closer to me and we swap a bit of small chit-chat while she waits. Not long afterwards glassies from inside the club come out to start packing up the queue-line and I briefly excuse myself from Aor to go in and get changed out of my uniform. She’s waiting pretty much where I left her when I return and she once again takes my arm, tucking it up against her chest and we start to walk to where I had parked earlier that evening.

Whilst it’s not Piya, who I’ve had more than a bit of crush on for some time, it feels good to be leaving in the company of another equally as attractive and sexy Asian woman. My car is thankfully not as messy as it can be as I hold the door open for Aor and she gracefully folds herself into the seat. The muscles on her slight but tanned legs bunch firmly as she lowers herself to the seat. From my vantage point above her, I can’t help but notice her full cleavage once again until it's closed shut by the addition of a seat belt across her chest. The long strap of material only helps to emphasise just how big Aor’s tits are on her very petite frame.

I get in the car myself and follow the turns to Aor’s house as she gives them. I try to draw her into a conversation about herself but she deftly turns the questions away from herself and back onto me.

“So you are interested in my friend Piya?” Aor asks me directly.

“We… ahh… go to Uni together and get along well,” I hazard a response.

“But you kissed her. Even when she has a boyfriend,” Aor adds and I can’t tell if she approves or doesn’t at what I did.

“I did,” I admit. “We’d both had a bit too much to drink and I thought I saw some signals there but I guess I miss judged it.” It sounds like a weak argument to be defending myself.

“Piya is known to be a little careless with other men’s affections. It’s caused some arguments a few times,” Aor informs me and I can’t help but feel this is a little bit of gossip she is sharing with me.

“Do they fight a lot? Piya and her boyfriend.”

“No more than any couple that’s been together seven years,” Aor adds vehemently.

I had no idea Piya and her boyfriend had been an item that long. I could have sworn it was something like three years at most. Wait, is Aor talking about Piya or herself right now?

Our drive has taken us out of the main entertainment area of the city and into the suburbs. It’s a quiet street filled with houses when Aor gives me a final direction.

“Anywhere here is fine,” she says pointing to the side of the road.

I pull up outside a completely dark house. That seems a little bit strange. “Is that your house?” I ask.

“Oh, it’s close enough,” Aor waves me off absentmindedly.

We sit there in silence for a minute or more and I begin to think Aor might be a bit **** to get out of the car when before I have a chance to say anything, the headlights of another come from the other direction and stop outside of a house roughly 50 meters down the street.

Aor narrows her eyes and looks at it, muttering, “what is he… whose car is that…”

I follow her gaze and an unremarkable Asian man has got out the passengers side of the car, looking around briefly and then jogging the brief distance across the room to a house with its outside lights on. The car immediately takes off and starts to drive towards us.

Aor grabs my forearm and warns me, “quick! Get down,” as she dives her face down below the level of the dashboard.

I do as she commands, rolling onto my hip facing the passengers' side door. Aor is laughing at the absurdity of it, as do I when we both gasp that we’ve turned side on so that we are face to face to each other. Mere centimetres apart.

I look deeply into Aor’s eyes and am taken back by the beauty of her shimmering molten orbs. The light from a street lamp catches and makes them seem to shimmer with an unseen current. My breath is caught in my throat.

Aor doesn’t move away, whispering, “oh Piya would kill me,” and them presses her luscious full lips to mine.

My lips drink in her flavour as our mouths part and tongues embrace.