Club - a Breddy Fanfic.

2) Club Brett (NSFW)

The music is loud.
Just the way he likes.
No room left to think properly.
It's easier that way.

He banters with his friends.
They are good folk.
A bit loud and maybe a bit too expressive at times.
But fun too.
Also his support and they are ever loyal.

He checks out the people in the room.
Who shall he take this time?
God knows he is ready for some action.
The last days have been stressful. The performances killing.
He aced them of course. But stressful it was.
He truly needs some relief.

His eyes fall on a beautiful girl with long black hair. He likes black hair.
She has a nice rack and has the right height too.
He doesn't like his girls taller than himself. And although he isn't the tallest of the lot, he's not that short. Most girls are shorter than him anyway, so it's okay to be picky.
She looks at him. Is she interested? Okay! Let the dance begin!
He looks her body up and down, radiating his appreciation in what he sees.

And it is so easy.
So very easy.

He walks up to her, whispers some nonsense loving words in her ear and lets his reputation do the rest. Within no-time they are kissing. She is clearly into him.
He doesn't even know her name. Not like he cares anyway.
He feels her lust for him build up, her hips pressing against him to make clear she wants him.

So, so easy.

And then his gaze lingers over the people standing at the bar.
A tall, svelte man is leaning against it and is watching them intensely.
It's not that he dislikes being watched, but this isn't your average look.
He's seen all kind of looks cast on him when he is at the club:
Envious looks.
Lustful looks.
Disgusted looks.
Looks that tell him that they want, admire or hate him.
But this man has a look he hasn't seen before.
It's more a questioning or pained look. What? Why? This is new. It's intriguing.
But before he's sure what the look means, the man breaks their eye contact and looks down at the ground.
At the same moment as the contact breaks, the girl has removed a hand from his neck and cups his bulge in his pants. That leaves little room to think about men standing at bars now, does it?

So she's already ready to leave and fuck, isn't she?

Ahhh. So. Damn. Easy.
Okay, let's conduct this dance to its climax.

Brett takes her hand and leads her towards the entrance.
They get their coats. Hers is pink.
Of course it is.
It makes her long black hair stand out even more.
It's the only good reason to like pink, isn't it?
Outside it's cold. It doesn't matter.
He will be hot enough later on.
They start walking.

"What is your name, pretty girl?" he asks.

"Lauren. Can we go to your place?"

They always ask.
But there is no way he will take her to his place.
Never. Not going to happen. No doubt about it.
He doesn't want any conquest of his to see his place that he shares with three of his friends.
It's private. It's safe. No woman of his has any business there.
He also doesn't want any of them to know where he lives either. It will only lead to trouble.
He's also instructed his roommates not to tell anyone where they live.
They happily agreed. They don't want a repetition of the past.

"Sorry sweetie, I can't take you home with me. Your place?"

Sure as hell I'm not doing it outside in this cold, he thinks.

"My parents are home, but it's okay. They will be asleep anyway. I just have to sneak you in and we can't make too much noise."

"Check."