| The Gamble |
| Dianna sat on the plush cream colored couch as she watched the sea of girls in barely there outfits try and impress the blonde god as she'd heard him called on more than one occasion by a random teenybopper. She was a few years Nick's senior but that made their relationship all the better. Sure she could have had any number of older, more mature men but being mature usually meant being set in their ways and at thirty one she was still far too young to be settled in her ways. He kept her young and vibrant and she in turn, kept him in line. It was nothing serious mind you but it worked for them. The VIP section was alive with a crowd of girls claiming to be twenty one; most of whom weren't a day over eighteen and had paid a precious sum of money to falsify their age. A few knew what they were doing but most of them knew jack about how to use the outfits they were wearing. She sipped her champagne and was greeted by the knowing grin Nick sent her over the sea of hovering girls. And his eyes. They were full of mischief tonight. She knew what she was getting once they left the club. She played the good girlfriend and sat patiently waiting for him. The girls continued to carry on their little charades; actually thinking they were getting somewhere. Nobody knew who Dianna was. They knew she always left with him at the end of the night. They could come up with any number of options as to what they're relationship was for sure but who was she kidding? Older woman, younger man. No denying what that was. She smiled to herself. It was downright fun some nights to see what the little girls would do to try and find they're way into his bed. "Enjoying yourself Di?"Howie interrupted her line of thought. "As a matter of fact I am," She said as she turned to acknowledge him. If Nick hadn't been so damn good, she had a thought or two about screwing him into the wee morning hours and sometimes not even that long. Just a quickie would have been good too. "Does it ever bother you?" "What?"she inquired as she took another sip from her champagne flute. "All the girls trying to get into Nick's pants?" "Does it bother you?" She returned. His eyes widened. "Don't be so shocked Howie. It makes no difference to me as long as they're not locking lips with him, I'm fine." |
| In more ways than one."Do you think it would bother him if somebody hit on you?" "At this point in the night, I don't think he'd even notice." "So would it bother you if I told you how incredibly sexy you are tonight?" "Yes." "Why?"He kept his gaze firmly with hers. "Because I know you can do better than that. You've tried it before. I'll move and you try again,"she said as she slipped out of her space. She found another space accomodating two and waited for him to make a second attempt. She and Howie had played this game more than once and she always ended up winning; most nights leaving him to his own vices. Most times she played it just because she got bored waiting for Nick. Sometimes she felt bad for doing it to him but it was just too entertaining to give up on just yet. "Rapture,"he whispered suggestively in her ear this time. Must be getting hot in here cuz he sure as hell couldn't have this effect on her."What?" "Your perfume. Rapture. Victoria's Secret. Am I right?" He wasn't moving. Oh damn! She needed Nick so fucking bad right now it wasn't even funny. Howie had never had this effect on her. Sure she thought about it but it was usually just a dream she had; a fleeting thought as she watched him dance during rehearsal. Never anything more than that."Uh...yeah,"she stammered. "Cat got your tongue Di?" "You'd like that wouldn't you?"she managed to force from her lips. "You know what I'd like to do with mine?" |
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