By: L.P. Lovell

"Nah, Rambo likes to party…hard." He smiles as he wiggles his eyebrows and thrusts his hips. I roll my eyes. Like I said, whore, but who better to have as a wingman right?

"So let’s go find him some pussy." He bounds off like an over eager puppy. Hey, I didn’t say I understand how he gets laid.

The bass thuds through the club, as we pass through the crowds of people. I glance around, occasionally locking eyes with someone. I spot a brunette in a little black dress, she meets my gaze and I flash a small smile at her, she looks flustered and has a sudden fascination with the floor.

The way I see it, sex is just one big game. Everybody either plays or wants to play, whether they admit it or not. Those who bitch about it are generally the ones too unattractive to be invited to play. Women especially try to deny it, but I’ve been with enough to know that when offered a guaranteed orgasm, they're just as bad if not worse than men.

People like me just happen to be very good at the game. For instance, right now I'm making eye contact with some of the women in the room; it's a fleeting second that says 'maybe, just maybe, if you're really lucky you may end up in my bed tonight.' This one moment is what fascinates them, lures them in, whilst at the same time they realise they're out-leagued. The irony is that to become the ultimate game player unattainability is your best weapon. Make them want what they can't have. Of course I don't have to make them want me, that's a given. I just have to make them believe I’m unattainable... which I'm clearly not or I wouldn't play to begin with now, would I? As I say, ironic.

As I follow Hugo to the middle of the dance floor I spot a group of four women, they’re all fairly attractive. I nudge Hugo and we split around the group. I sidle up behind a blonde and grasp her waist, pulling her back against me. I grind my hips against her in time with the thumping music. Hugo has latched onto the brunette across from me. The other two girls have stopped dancing and are staring blatantly at me. Noticing her friend’s faces, she stiffens and tries to turn, but I hold her fast allowing her no movement. I wink at one of her friends and she blushes, giggling. I run my hand around the blonde’s waist, pulling her back hard against my chest; she sucks in a sharp breath as I move against her, teasing her.

As the song melds into another equally up beat track, I skim one hand up to the front of her ribcage, almost brushing the bottom of her seriously perky tits. My other hand runs up her thigh and under her dress. She reaches back and runs her hands down the outside of my thighs as she drops to the floor and grinds back up against me. I skim my lips across her neck, just the lightest brush. She shivers. This is what I do, what I’m damn good at. Her entire body is screaming that she wants me so badly, and yet... she hasn't even seen my face. Just as I'm about to turn her around and let her see exactly what a lucky girl she is, I'm shoved roughly from behind sending me forward a step.

I turn in time to see a whirlwind of red storm past me. I have to do a double take at the woman who seems to be in pursuit of a blonde guy currently shoving his way through the crowded dance floor. She turns and I feel like all the air leaves my lungs at once. She's stunningly beautiful, and I mean fuck me now gorgeous. My eyes travel up her curvaceous body until I eventually come to her face where I’m met with a pair of glowing emerald eyes. She holds me in her gaze. It's a look that says so much, that fleeting second, so full of possibilities. It’s a question, invitation and promise all wrapped into one erection inducing moment. Holy shit. Her lips slowly turn up as she smiles like the devil and winks before taking off again. I stare at her retreating back, my cock now rigid against my fly. That woman is like every man’s walking wet dream.

I watch her go. Her bright red dress is short, revealing long toned legs. Her back is covered to the waist by thick waves of dark red hair. She oozes sensuality with every fibre of her body and silently demands attention as she slinks through the packed dance floor with a grace and effortlessly raw sexuality I have never before witnessed. I'm so instantly turned on by her it's ridiculous.

I turn my head back to Hugo whose eyes are also fixed on the spot where she just disappeared.

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