Stuck with a Punk ✔

No. 1: Irresistible

If you are uncomfortable reading erotic scenes, know that they can be skipped. They are marked with a bolded heart where the scenes begin and end.  

~ 19 years later ~

There are two types of men. The attractive ones and irresistible ones. When you see a good-looking man who has a sense of humour and now and then compliments you, that's an attractive man. But when you meet the irresistible man, he says all the right things, he looks like a Greek god of sex, he smells right even when he's sweaty in the club, his hair is always styled in magnificent ways, style of clothing is just the right, he takes you dancing and buys a lot of drinks, and he has money. Irresistible man is the personification of manliness, a lover that can quickly soothe a woman's need.

Sometimes it's hard to say to which group a man belongs to, but when you look at me, you know. I belong to the second one.

I make my way through the club, searching for the right woman to spend the night with. Lights of various colours are flashing brightly, revealing bits and bits of people around me, their dance moves, face characteristics, expressions, clothing they are wearing and with the tiniest pieces I can create the whole picture of the club.

I see a girl in a tight short red dress with bareback which is hidden behind her long locks of platinum blonde curls. She's the only one I find worthy of my time, for she looks like a modern lady, not a hooker like most of the girls in the club do. I slowly make my way, gently pushing people aside. I don't remember this club ever being so crowded.

Her friend talks to her, while she, the lady in red,  is looking at me, eyeing me from top to bottom, biting her lip and giving me a deadly attractive smile. This is my call to turn on my charms and consume her completely.

"People usually come to the club to have fun." I lean on the counter with both arms, looking at her from the side and facing both girls.

The blonde shrugs, holding her glass of mojito. She lifts her drink and takes a small sip "Who said we are not having fun?"

I chuckle and look around to see where the damn bartender is, but also to show her my handsome profile "Let's say I know when a lady wants some excitement, but can't find one."

She turns to me and squares her shoulders, alcohol kicking in her system, relaxing her a little, but not too much, which I really appreciate "If I didn't know better, I'd say you have manners and are a good or at least an honest man." Her friend nearly chokes on her cosmopolitan, which brings a smile on my face.

"Honest, that I am. But about the other accusation...  I am never up to anything good."

She lifts a brow, I dare say in an impressed way, and finishes her mojito, deciding to play hard to get as she slowly gets up. Emphasis on slowly. She wants me to make her stay. "Well, that was a nice chat, but I am no toy, sir. I'm afraid you were right before when you said my friend and I are bored. That's why we are leaving."