Fifty Shades of Pulp

Pulp Part 7

Arriving at Europa by 11:15 I'm feeling a bit nervous as we are making our way to one of the several U shaped booth in the VIP section, I bump into the table, not willing to take my eyes off her. I can't make out what she's wearing other than its red latex.

Elliot leans over to me" Damn bro she's cuter than the photos."

"Ell, keep your dick in your pants"

laughing "Jealous, are we?"

ignoring him our server arrives. A very attractive dark skinned brunette with light eyes. "Hi I'm Asha and your server this evening. What would you like to drink?"

"Whatever Jane is drinking, she should be joining us soon. Six Universale Pale Ale's in a bucket with ice, a large bottle of flat water with three glasses. Also send a bottle of Cristal to the DJ."

"Sir the DJ doesn't accept drinks"

sounding snide "This is not a drink, it's champagne"

"Sir, I'm not trying to be difficult, just following her requests. Please feel free to talk with Jane when she arrives. I'll be right back with the rest of your order."

Elliot leans into me "You know bro, I see this as a good thing, Anastasia refusing drinks... Comes across to me that she's here to work and doesn't want to be picked-up or feel obliged to talk with any dickweed that buys her a drink. You know what Chris? I'm liking her more already."

Nodding to Elliot realizing I should be glad Anastasia is not looking to be picked-up in a nightclub. Like my brother I find myself attracted her more as well.

Returning to our table with the beers and water, "Thank you Asha and apologies for my comment a few minutes ago."

"Mr Grey, can I be honest with you?"

"Of course" thinking what the Hell is she going to say now...

"We deal with some unsavory and obnoxious customers at times and it's nice for a change to have people like you. Thank you" attaching her words with a huge smile.

Nodding I keep a straight face. Elliot gives her a smile and a wink. I'm thinking, Big E did you hear her words, don't act like a player at this particular moment. Shaking my head, I swear this guy can't help himself. He's never going to fucking settle down.

Taking a hit from his beer, "Chris I'm heading to the floor. You coming?"

"No, maybe later. I'm going to wait for Jane."

Wasting no time he heads off to dance.

Looking at my watch I'm counting down the minutes until Anastasia is finished and gotta say time has slowed to a crawl.

I need to distract myself, grabbing a brew making my way to the rails, talking a deep pull from my beer. I lean over the rails looking for Elliot while also watching Ana in the booth and fuck she is looking hot. Her hair is straight rather than wavy, parted down the middle, having headphones on she looks focused and I have to say I'm fucking intrigued.

I love music... classical, old school but this is new to me and frankly not my style at all... I don't understand how dj's can inject various sounds yet create fluidity. Not taking my eyes of Ana while she is quite frankly working, I watch someone assisting her as she changes records. I smile she always seems to be holding up her finger as if to say "Wait a minute, I'm busy"... then she'll smile pulling her headphone off and chatting. At least what she does she takes seriously and I like that. She's not half-assed.

A few minutes later I hear a familiar voice, turning to my right I see Jane standing next to me and beside her, her brother Andrew and his girlfriend Michelle. Offering them a seat Asha promptly arrives taking their orders.