JOE
Fabio made no beans about wanting Bria. The gorgeous blonde was showing him up on the dance floor, which wasn’t an easy thing to do. Fabio was a good dancer, but he’d met his match in the blonde bombshell.
I had other things on my mind. Eleanora was breathtakingly beautiful. Her luminous blue eyes were quick, and they told of strength in such a young woman. I was never a fan of flighty, fast women—they grew tiresome very quickly. I preferred a woman with depth and intelligence. Eleanora was both beautiful and bright and I was hooked.
I was glad when the music had changed to a slow song, and even though I didn’t want to come across as a horny sleaze, I held her tightly, despite my honorable intentions. She felt so good in my arms. Her lush hair smelled of apples and flowers, her body a silken delight in the tight, smooth jumpsuit. I’d hoped that she wasn’t frightened off by the involuntary hardon that sprang from me so suddenly but she didn’t flinch.
When I kissed her, I half expected a slap across the face, but she melted into my arms as naturally as can be. I felt her hard breasts press against me, her hips swaying to the music of my desire. The woman was driving me crazy. The electricity between us was spectacular, and then, the music changed. She broke off our kiss and danced on as the DJ pumped out “Disco Inferno” as loudly as the speakers would allow. Eleanora was going to make me work for it. I could tell she was that kind of girl, and I was more than happy to oblige.
ELEANORA
“I need a drink! I feel like a sundried tomato.” Bria was out of breath and glistened with perspiration as she and Fabio made it back to the table. They looked good together and seemed to get on like a house on fire.
It had been hours of dancing, and despite our youthful exuberance, the four of us were in need of sustenance.
“I know a great café around the corner. They do a vitello tonnato that will make your mama blush. You ladies hungry?” Fabio was the smooth one. His easy personality was catchy, and Bria and I were starving. It didn’t take much persuasion to get us to leave.
Joe looked at me in quiet anticipation. Bria grabbed her purse, downed her drink, and said, “Let’s eat.”
“Would you like to join us, Eleanora?” Joe’s eyes were smiling at me, and I couldn’t say no, even if I’d wanted to—which I absolutely didn’t.
“Sounds great. Would you excuse us for a few minutes? Bria, will you come with me to the restroom?”
“Yeah, good idea. I’m sure my mascara must be halfway down my cheeks after so much dancing.” Bria was a treat, but she had no filter.
We fought our way to the bathroom through the throngs of clubbers. The line was long, so we had a good few minutes to catch up.
“So, how do you like your tall drink of water?” Bria lifted her hair off her neck and fanned herself with one hand. “You looked like you were rather enjoying your slow dance. Is he a good kisser?” She asked as she gave me a sideways grin.
“Now that you mention it, he’s ridiculously hot. Whatever you do, don’t leave me alone with him. I don’t trust myself.”
“So much for making him work for it, Miss Hard to Get.” Bria laughed and slapped me on the ass.
“Okay, okay! No need to gloat. You’re not doing too badly yourself, Miss Disco Queen. You gonna make this one dance for his supper?”
“He’s delicious. I can’t wait to taste the rest of him.” Bria grinned and licked her lips.
“Bria, you’re terrible.” We laughed as the line moved at snail’s pace.
When we finally made it into the inner sanctum of the bathroom, it was a hive of activity. Women chatted loudly as they lined up in front of the large wall mirror, checking their makeup and sharing gossip. A busty brunette stared intently at me as Bria and I stood chatting at the basin. She didn’t look happy.
“Don’t look now but Boobzilla over there is staring a hole through you. Do you know her?”
I looked over my shoulder at two women who were quite openly staring at me and pointing fingers at Bria. The busty brunette could have been pretty were it not for the ton of makeup she’d plastered on her face. She had a good body, and she was sure to show off every inch of it. Her cleavage made mine look repossessed at some stage. Her appeal to men was a no brainer really. Not men like Joe, I hoped.
“No, I don’t think so. Yes, I did feel the temperature in the room drop a few degrees. Is it just me or does she look pissed?” I watched her out of the corner of my eye as she spoke to a woman beside her. The two glowered at Bria and me.
“Is there a problem?” Bria looked straight at the two. She never shied away from anything—she was about as subtle as a heart attack.
“Who’s your little gold digger friend?” Boobzilla’s sidekick sneered.
“What business is that of yours?’ I replied.
“Trying to scale the social ladder one fuck at a time are you?” Boobzilla was talking now.
“Do you kiss your mother with that mouth? Or, perhaps, you use it for other unsavory things apart from trash talk. Besides, I don’t know what you mean.”
“I like my mouth just fine, thank you. Are you using your slutty tight
