Mission for desire

C h a p t e r F o u r

After one final look in the mirror I down the last of rose, grab my beige overcoat and head out in to the night.

I've only got to walk a few roads down and I'm in the middle of Brighton and Hoves night life.

I walk slowly and confidently my head held high. Wondering where I should go. I don't want a night club. I decide my best bet to complete my mission to get my pussy pounded is a bar with some live music.

I step foot into said bar and notice right away it's extremely busy but the vibes are good! Everyone's laughing, dancing, singing and having a good time. I'm staying.

I stroll up to the bar and order myself a sparkling sweet rose, I manage a find a little table in the corner un occupied. I take off my coat and got settled in my seat.

No less than 2 minutes later I'm being watched. I know I am I can feel it, a glaring stare burning in to my soul, I feel so uncomfortable I begin to squirm in my seat. I look around trying to locate the pair of eyes burning into me. It's so busy I can't see through the bodies dancing around.

Then I clock him. He's glaring at me making his way through the dancing crowd.
Shit.