Problems in a private club

She watched them in the small intimate setting. Typical private club. Colorful lights, rhythmic music pulsing through the stereo system. Alcohol on everyone’s breath, smiles on everyone’s faces.

Well everyone but the blond man sitting alone in the corner booth. He was nursing his third beer, a frown set on his face. He definitely did not seem to be enjoying himself. She frowned in turn.

She’d been watching him. As he watched a tall brunette with blue eyes dance with a gaggle of girls on the dance floor. She’d watched the hurt, anger, and jealousy flit across his features one after another. She sighed leaning against a stone pillar.

The two had come in together, sticking close with one another for the first hour or so. They’d sat down rather closely before engaging in a private conversation. She’d lost count of the times they exchanged small touches and sweet smiles. The love emanating from the couple had given away the nature of their relationship right away. She’d watched the two laugh. Then suddenly the conversation had made a turn for the worst, as both tensed up and frowned. The dark haired man had stood in anger, before delving into the mass of dancing bodies.

He now stood surrounded by barely dressed woman moving to the music and allowing unfamiliar hands to touch the “no-no zones”. She herself was really getting pissed off at the guy. She plopped down beside the blond man. He looked at her in surprise. She smiled sympathetically adjusting her halter top to cover more skin. She smiled again resting her chin in her palm to look at him.

“Men can be such assholes...” she said sympathetically. He looked down at his hands. She moved closer and patted his shoulder. “He’s just being a prick... he’ll snap out of it eventually... if he’s any worth keeping that is...” he looked up at her.

“Are we that obvious?” he asked smiling softly. She grinned.

“Only a little bit.... I’ve been there babe... want me to knock out some teeth?” she said wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

“Nah... he’s to damn pretty to hit...” the blond giggled, which made her smile with how deep and southern his voice was.

“I wish more guys thought that way...” she watched the brunette with critical eyes. “What’s your name?”

“Lance..”

“Nice to meet you Lance... I’m Allie.. What is his name?”

“Joshua” he answered softly. She smiled softly before standing up again.

“Be right back Lance...” he started to object but she continued walking toward the newly identified dancer. She smiled to herself pulling her hair free from her barrette, letting it pool around her shoulders. This would be fun.

She pushed her way through the girls to stand in front of this ‘Joshua’. He opened his eyes, a lazy smile spreading across his face as he looked her up and down.

“Hello....” he crooned. God he was disgusting to her. She smiled widely.

“Hi... wanna dance?” she offered stepping closer to him. She pressed her breasts to his chest. He smiled at her, his arm sliding around his waist. He pulled her up against him and began rocking from side to side. She slid against him, grinding her hips against his. She rested one arm across his shoulders, fingers tangling in his short hair. She arched backward pressing her breasts higher and craning her neck back, effectively baring the smooth skin of her throat to his eyes. He licked his lips She groaned loudly running her free hand through her long hair. He was hard for her. She smiled again. She had him right where she wanted him. She pulled herself upright still moving to the music. She smiled again, stepping slightly away from him. Trailing a hand down his chest and abdomen to the front of his jeans. He moaned into her shoulder as she touched the bulge of his crotch.

She pulled him tighter before squeezing the erection tightly in her hand. A strangled cry greeted her ears as he tensed against her. She grinned squeezing his member harder. She even dug her nails into the hard flesh. He whimpered.

“Stop... please... fuck... stop it...”

“Hurts doesn’t it?” she asked her voice harsh. He nodded weakly. “Good... I want you to feel pain... now... look up and to your left...” he complied. “See the beautiful blond with stunning green eyes?” Another frantic nod. She laughed. “You’re his Joshua... no one elses... and every time he sees you dry humping some no-named bimbo..” she tightened her hold again. “It’s like someone squashed his dick... he deserves better than you Joshua... but for some unknown reason he wants your scrawny-ass... I’d take better care of my boyfriend if I were you... because he can dump you for someone nicer, funnier, and WAY sexier... You on the other hand can’t do ANY better then Lance... Reconsider your priorities... very carefully...” she hissed. She quickly released his dick pushing him away from her. She wiped her hands on her pants before patting his shoulder and walking away from his whimpering body. He quickly dropped to his knees cradling his groin in pain.

Lance sat mouth opened and wide eyed, still looking out at the dance floor. Allie stepped in front of him. He looked up at her and smiled weakly. She offered him a hand.

“Come on Babe.... lets get out of here and you can tell me all about your problems...” He stood up, ready to follow her lead out of the club.

“But Josh...?” he asked weakly. She smiled.

“He’ll be fine... if he doesn’t get down on his knees and beg for mercy in the morning... then you know there is no hope...” he nodded accepting her hand.

“If you had a dick I’d marry you...” Lance laughed.

“That’s great... if you had a pussy I’d want to marry you too...” Allie giggled.

THE END