The unrelenting bass throbbed through Darryl’s skull, worsening the dull ache that had settled in behind his eyes. Vanessa was driving him crazy. However, he knew it was a temporary feeling. It won’t last long. After his awkward conversation with Vanessa, he retired to his favorite club.
Rave club had been his escape room whenever he had a lot on his plate. He had sought solace in the club’s dimly-lit interior, hoping the rhythmic beat of the music would drown out the echoes of his argument with Vanessa.
Perhaps a couple of drinks or a pretty face would finally quiet the storm brewing inside him.
He had texted Dawson, requesting his presence at the club, because he needed someone to talk to. Dawson is always a beacon of familiarity in the sea of unfamiliar faces. Dawson promised to come, but he was taking longer than he had expected.
Since Dawson got married to Carolyn, his attention has been divided. Darryl thought as he lodged in the VIP part reserved for him. He knew Dawson’s marriage was an arranged marriage, and he didn’t expect much from it, but gradually, Dawson changed.
Darryl thought about the good old days when he and Dawson would go on vacation with different women. The memory put a grin on his face as he took the glass of filled alcohol and glupped it down.
The alcohol kicked in immediately as he gulped it. He noticed a Blondie staring at him as he settled in the VIP lodge. Since Dawson was not there yet, he could use Blondie’s company until his best friend arrives.
Darryl didn’t do much before the blonde woman understood the unspoken gesture. Like a starved child, she ran to Darryl.
“Hey there, handsome.” Maybe it was impatience, or something else had spurred Blondie into starting a conversation with Darryl immediately she got to his table.
Flirting with women was Darryl’s expertise. He was the best at it. His charm works quickly on women, he believed so. But Vanessa was a different one. Was she different or was she claiming to be hard to get? He wondered as he starred at the Blondie in front of him.
She was almost naked, just as he wanted her on his bed. His gaze went to her eyes, which held a seductive look at her full lips. He thought of the job her lips could do on him before his gaze finally landed on her boobs.
Blondie marched Darryl’s energy as she gave him the same look. Her gaze moved from his eyes, which were set on her boobs, to his lips, then slowly to his frame, sitting elegantly on the sofa.
“Like what you see?” she giggled. Her laughter, light and breathy, swirled around him, momentarily pushing the thoughts about Vanessa out of his mind.
“Do you request an answer or confirmation? Darryl stared intensely into Blondie’s eyes.
“I will go with a confirmation. Enlighten me.” She moved closer to Darryl, her hands played around the buttons of his shirt.
“I would love to see more.” his eyes flickered around her body as he wrapped his hand around her waist to pull her closer to him on the sofa.
“I will take that as a positive answer.” she raised her head to search Darryl’s eyes to know if she could proceed with her seductive games.
A flicker of something moved in Darryl’s eyes, similar to a “yes, you can proceed” look. Blondie’s eyes lightened up as she saw that Darryl was in for everything she could offer tonight.
Her hands moved from the first button to the second, then to the third button as she unbuttoned her shirt. She slipped her hands inside his shirt, touching his bare chest.
This action caused a stir in Darryl’s body. He was anticipating the next thing Blondie was going to do. He was already on fire, but he didn’t want to rush things.
Blondie’s hands hovered around his chest for a while before she pinched one of his nipples slowly. She looked at his face to see Darryl’s reaction, and she was satisfied with the look on his face.
“It is not wise to start what you can’t finish.” Darryl’s voice came out low, it was like a whisper. The playing around was getting intense, and he was ready to take Blondie to a closed space where he could fuck her to his satisfaction.
“Don’t tell me you want to give up now,” Blondie said as her hands slipped to the lower part of Darryl’s body. Her hand lingered on his belt for a while, contemplating if she should unbuckle it or not.
“Giving up was never an option.” Darryl said as he pulled her gently by her blond hair. His lips landed on hers, kissing her deeply. The kiss was not a gentle one, it was with force. An evidence that both Darryl and Blondie were anticipating the moment since they met.
Darryl’s hand grabbed her boobs, he squeezed it gently, caressing every inch of it. They were so lost at the moment that they had forgotten that they were in the club.
Deepening into the kiss, Blondie’s hand moved to his hair, her fingers went through it like a comb. Her hands moved from his hair to his belt. She placed herself on his lap, trying to get a better position to unbuckle his belt.
They broke the kiss, trying to catch their breath. Darryl’s hands were placed on her thighs, he slipped his hands under her short dress, finding his way down to her ass.
“We should get a room.” He whispered into her ears. “I want to show you the things I could do for you, but not in front of watchful eyes.”
“I don’t care about those watchful eyes, all I care about are the things you are willing to do to me.” She whispered into his ears before she stuck her tongue out to lick his earlobe.
“Fuck, you are irresistible. What’s your charm?” Darryl teased her as his hands caressed her thighs and hips.
She moved her mouth to his, “your lips are better when they were locked in mine “. She closed the space between them and locked her lips with his for the second time, tonight.
They were so lost in their make-out session that the booming sound of the music, the buzzing dancers and the dim club lights didn’t exist at that moment.
Just as Darryl was about to take their make out to another level, a persisting coughing sound caught his attention, momentarily disrupting the pulsing light show. Dawson stood there, face to face with Darryl.
Dawson walked into the club, searching for Darryl. He scanned the room, his gaze landing on Darryl and the blonde. Darryl’s silhouette was unmistakable even in the strobing chaos.
A knowing smirk played on Dawson’s lips as he weaved his way through the throng of dancers, effectively interrupting Darryl’s make out with Blondie.