Sam, April 2006
I hate the club scene with a passion, the music makes my ears bleed and I hate mingling with people I don't know, making bullshit small talk that I can't even hear anyway because of how noisy it is and the stench of smoke that lingers in the air and I go home smelling like an ashtray. I can't, for the life of me, understand how anyone could find going to a club enjoyable but tonight, I was pushing all of that hatred aside because Bridget and Shay had booked a private room at club for Veronica's birthday and I wouldn't want to ruin her night, I was willing to suck it up, grin and bear it for my girl.
She took my breath away when I first saw her in the red, wrap dress, moulded to her body, accentuating her perfect curves. The bold, red lipstick she was wearing matched the colour of her dress and her face just had this beautiful shine. She had let her hair out and it fell in waves, cascading down her back with the tiara that Shayla gave her pinned in to her crown.
"You look sensational my sexy Bunny." I complimented her, once I'd picked my jaw up from the floor and put my eyes back in my head. I looked down at what I was wearing, simple navy blue t-shirt and black jeans, stylish but not at all formal compared to her. "I should change."
"No, don't." She protested, she moves in closer towards me and snakes an arm around my neck, the coconut scent she's spritzed on is acting as an aphrodisiac and it takes all my will power to not look down because I know once my eyes see the valley of cleavage below, that is pushed up against me, then there's no way I can resist stripping her down naked and giving her a real good, happy birthday. Instead I lock my eyes with hers, lean in and lightly touch my lips to hers, careful not to smear her lipstick.
"Are you ready to go?" I ask her, checking the time on my watch, we're only a little late which is alright, it will give the stragglers a chance to get there before she arrives.
"Yep, just got to put my shoes on." She holds up a pair of what can only be described as the most uncomfortable looking pieces of foot torture I've ever seen. I legitimately can't understand why women would rather wear heels and complain about being in pain over wearing comfortable, sensible shoes but I'm not going to say anything right now, this is Veronica's night, she can wear whatever she wants and I'll be there to hold her up when her feet get sore.
"Come over to the lounge and I'll put them on for you." I lead her to the lounge and kneel before her, the valley now at eye level, making it near impossible to avoid so I focus all my attention on the task, taking her foot into my hand and slipping the shoe on and buckling it up, repeating the process with the other foot but I can't resist running my hand up the length of her silky, smooth leg.
I look up and find her watching me intently, biting her bottom lip like she does when she's getting turned on. My eyes wander down to the valley and I watch her chest rise and fall as she tries to gain control over her lust and not give into temptation. I love that I have this effect on her, just from a simple touch.
I take my hand off her leg, stand up and hold my hands out to her to help her up, she sways a little, gaining her balance on the stilts but once she's good she starts walking around without a drama. I don't know how she does it so gracefully in those contraptions, I'd be stumbling all over the place.
"Just don't blindfold me this time." She says with a light hearted giggle, still traumatised from Shayla doing it to her earlier today, a necessary evil to prevent her from spotting my car in the carpark and giving away the surprise.
"No blindfold." I promise her, following behind as we leave the flat and walk to the lift at the end of the hall. "I might blindfold you when we come home though and have my way with you." I spank her lightly on her arse and she smiles seductively at me.
