Nordlys: The Northern Lights Orgy Club

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"Are you serious, Lars?" I ask in disbelief.

He feigns a look of innocence, holding his hands up defensively.

"You told me to dress sexy" I complain through gritted teeth.

"Ja, ja, you're very sexy" he replies in a Nordic accent, his eyes wandering down to my backside possessively.

"I just spent two hours on a fucking ferry, dressed to the nines, with my ass hanging out of this dress that I bought just for this occasion, because you said to DRESS SEXY!" I ranted, my rage building.

He frowned and shook his head. "My English, you know, it's not so good."

"Fuck you! I know you understand me" I retort.

"Let's just go inside" he cajoles me.

I turn back to the car, reaching for the handle of the passenger door, and look at him expectantly, waiting for him to unlock the sleek grey Mercedes.

"Inside" he gestures to the door with his head.

"It's a fucking VAPE shop!" I explode.

"Ja, it's very nice" he nods, unphased.

"I don't vape!" I protest.

He grabs me by the shoulders and steers me towards the glass door, opens it for me, and then gestures for me to go inside. I sigh with agitation, but step into the small and narrow shop anyway.

The man behind the counter regards us with bored disinterest, resting his weight on his tattooed muscular arms, which are bared by a sleeveless shirt. His head is covered with a tight knit cap.

He straightens up as Lars approaches (Lars has that effect on people), and behind him I can see wooden shelves filled with rows and rows of narrow colorful boxes. In front of him, underneath the glass of the counter, several new vaping devices are on display. Lars beckons for me to come closer, and points at the glass.

"Come and have a look, Kjaereste" he says sweetly.

I shake my head a little. "I told you, I don't vape" I repeat with an awkward smile in the direction of the store employee.

"I ask you, what do you want for a present, and you said..." Lars prompts me.

"Jewels" I answer quickly. "But I was joking!" I protest.

Lars points the the counter again. "Ja ja! Juules. Whatever you want, baby. I get it for you."

My jaw drops as I realize the miscommunication. Is his English really that bad? Wow, I guess that makes me the asshole! He was trying to be nice. I wince, and then smile at him, coming over to give him a kiss. Even with 4 inch high heels, he has to lean down for me to kiss his cheek.

"You're so thoughtful, Baby" I coo up at him. "I'm sorry I got upset with you, I didn't understand" I apologize.

He gives me a very smug expression, but allows me to kiss him, before his large hands grasp my waist and turn me to face the counter. As I bend over the counter to get a good look at these objects that I have no interest in, I can feel Lars' fingers roaming up my thighs, over my backside, up under my very short dress. He tugs at the string which constitutes the rear of my panties, making me gasp, and I swat his hand away, looking to see if the store employee noticed. The employee regards me with a stone-faced expression.

Lars chuckles, and pulls his wallet from the interior pocket of his suit coat, and then takes a small white business card out of it.

"We are looking for something better, ja" he tells the store employee, handing him the card. Then he switches to a language I don't speak, which sounds Scandinavian, most likely Danish, since we are currently in Denmark. I think I understand the word 'Nordlys', which translates to the Northern Lights (or Aurora Borealis as it is also called), but I could be mistaken. I wait for him to explain to me, but he doesn't do it.