“Red wine for the lady, please,” Adrian gestured to Marco.
Club Nine-Eleven was highly cheerful that day. A group of young girls in little black dresses were having the time of their life. There was a huge red velvet cake, candles and flowers and lots of glitter at their party. Though they had booked a private corner, their half-drunken screams were ringing all around.
Adrian shook his head for the umpteenth time, wondering when they would take their business elsewhere and let him have a date in peace. That’s the sole reason he never liked clubs for dates. He’d rather be at a restaurant, but his date fixed the venue, so he had to come along.
“Red wine is for kids. One Vodka please,” The woman beside him took a seat and turned towards him. She looked heavenly in a plum mini dress with a plunging V neckline and a delicate ruby pendant, almost disappearing into her ample cleavage. Her big kohl-lined eyes were studying him intently as her dark lips rose into a slight smile. His face felt hot. Her slender white fingers were on his shirt, and she was deliberately running her fingers up and down his arms.
Marco put the glass down with a thud in front of her, shooting Adrian a warning look which Adrian failed to recognize because he was too busy noticing the rise and fall of her big breasts beneath the flimsy dress material. She leaned forward, drinks in hand, eyes lowered, the poor pendant disappearing further into the cavern of her boobs. Her hair was up in an artsy bun, leaving her satiny shoulders exposed.
“So, Ava,” Adrian began, shaking out of the trance from the exposure to so much female skin. All his earlier dates were shy, conservative girls who hardly let him touch them. But Ava seemed to be bold and confident in her own powers. “What do you do?”
“I’m a model working for Tulles and Silk. I’ve been on the runway at Paris fashion week in fact,” she laughed, raising her glass and taking another swig. “And you?”
“I own a startup company,” Adrian gave a tight-lipped smile, “of wedding invitations.”
“How interesting,” she said in an unusually high-pitched voice, putting a hand on his shoulder, rubbing it slowly. “We are both in the wedding business. What a coincidence!”
Adrian shifted slightly away. Too much touching was making him a little uncomfortable. “Look Ava, I…”
“Wanna dance?” she asked suddenly, grabbing his hand. And before Adrian could protest, she had yanked him out of his seat. Behind Ava, Adrian’s eyes focused on a private corner to the back of the club where a woman raised a tall pink glass at him and took a sip with relish. Ryda was watching him, silently, almost like a ghost. But that woman looked so calm and poised. There was virtually a kind of contempt in her attitude.
Somehow, it fueled Adrian’s desire to show off. He wanted to rub it on her face that she was alone while he had a date for the night. He hugged Ava suddenly, deliberately. Ava however wasn’t surprised at all. She hugged him even tighter, her perky nipples straining against her dress, squashing against his chest. She patted his butt before letting go as she took his hands and placed them on her waist, throwing her arms around his neck.
Soon they were moving to the sound of music. Ava’s moves were fluid and Adrian clumsily mirrored her steps, trying his best to not step on her toes. His eyes wandered towards where he had last seen Ryda, but she wasn’t there. His gaze roamed everywhere as they danced and soon he spotted her at the bar. She wasn’t even looking. She was talking animatedly with Marco, who had a full smile again, unlike the look he had given Ava a few minutes before.
Ava pressed herself closer to Adrian, gyrating her hips against him seductively as her hands grabbed the back of his shirt. He tried to shift, but she squashed herself further against him, grinding her pube against his crotch. Adrian’s manhood immediately responded to the inviting touch, hardening progressively. Ava looked into his eyes and gave a sly smile, fluttering her eyelashes. The bulge in Adrian’s pants rose further.
“Hard for me, eh?” Ava purred.
“I…um…no,” Adrian stuttered, trying to adjust his pose to avoid his hardness showing.
“Come on,” Ava grabbed his collar, dragging his neck, almost kissing him, as their lips came dangerously close.
“I don’t think…”
Ava placed a delicate finger on his lip, shushing him, and then placed her lips on her finger. It was so close that he could smell the alcohol on her breath. His eyes travelled down her neck to his favourite spot between her boobs. The cave looked even more mysterious than before, and he wanted to dip a finger right then. Ava also seemed like she wanted it. She wanted it all.
And before he could say anything else, Ava’s lips were on his, hard and fierce. She was a good kisser, and when she let go, he was almost breathless.
“Whoa, that was…”
“Get us a room, honey,” she breathed, her gaze addled with lust.
Adrian almost nodded before the saner part of his brain slapped some sense into him. He didn’t want a one-night stand. He was looking for love. And as much as the prospect of having sex with Ava seemed enticing, Adrian had a strict sense of morals that guided his life.
“I can’t, Ava.” He spoke slowly.
“Honey, you…” she took a deliberate step closer, placing a hand on the side of his face.
“No,” Adrian stated rather loudly, getting the attention of a few eyes around. “I’m sorry Ava, I can’t do this.”
“But…”
Adrian didn’t even let her finish before he marched up to the bar and put some money on the counter. Ryda’s eyes met his, calm and calculating. He shook his shoulders and buttoned up his shirt, turning away.
“Good job,” he heard Ryda mutter behind him. But he didn’t look at anyone and went straight for his phone. He surely wasn’t driving drunk. He passed a fuming Ava and exited the club with his head held high.