The girl in the club

James Fleet snapped his fingers at the barmaid and indicated another round of whiskey cokes for him and his friends. She smiled while muttering “arsehole” under her her breath, but he was tipping big so she got the drinks on the bar quicker than usual.

Fleet and his two friends had been drinking and snorting coke heavily since they had concluded a lucrative day of trading at their city firm Pierce and Pierce. Thirty pound cocktails at Fluties had kicked off the evening, they’d skipped dinner and hit a few trendy bars where they’d mixed with colleagues and rivals bragging and backslapping while necking imported lager, and now they were at McGregors; notorious meat market and pick up joint looking to finish the night either by bagging some pussy or in drunken oblivion.

Fleet took a big slurp of his drink and loosened his silk LaCroix tie as he scanned the busy dance floor. He was the alpha male of the trio; richer, posher and more highly rated in the form, so he generally got the first shot at any girls that caught their fancy.

Tonight he saw a prize catch indeed: long dark hair, statuesque figure, large high breasts and shapely hips and arse. Her body was accentuated by a black black dress with long sleeves that meant the only skin visible below her neck was a glimpse of pale thigh and calf afforded by a slit in the fabric.

“This ones mine boys” he said as he nudged them and indicated the brunette. One of his friends gave a low wolf whistle at the sight of the lone figure gliding slowly through the throng of drunk dancers.

Fleet swaggered over and made eye contact with the girl as he closed. She she shook back her her with a graceful movement and her lip curled in an odd smile as she returned his gaze intently.

He moved close enough to touch her gently on the arm and inhale her scent. Fleet couldn’t tell if it was the sensation of touch or breathing in her aroma that gave him the electric jolt that he felt in his stomach and his balls, but at the time he put it down to the hyper-reality of having nosed five grams of coke that may have been cut with god knows what.

“Bloody hell” he muttered to himself before summoning up his best shit-eating grin.

“Good evening. I’m James. Get you a drink?”

The brunette smiled wider, white teeth gleamed and she traced her fingertip around the rim of a glass holding some sort of cocktail.
“I won’t require another drink, but I should like your company James” she she purred in an accent that he couldn’t place.
“Cool. Love your accent. Where you from?”
She paused for a moment, almost as if she couldn’t recall the answer to the question before replying.
“I was born in France, but in my life I have lived in many places”
“France. Nice. Yeah I’ve got a chalet in Chamonix. Try to get down there for some of the season” he stopped, unsure if this disclosure was impressing her as much as it impressed most women. She was smiling still but looking faintly amused.
“So….you been working today” he asked while nonchalantly sniffing trying to dislodge some errant powder from his left nostril. She barked a short laugh which took him by surprise.
“Working! No, I only rose an hour ago”
“You’re a student huh? Yeah I thought you looked pretty young. I loved the lifestyle when I was at uni”
“I am sometimes a student. Sometimes a teacher” she moved closer to him, her firm breasts pressed against his chest lightly and her face came close to his.
“Oh yeah? Like a post grad sort of thing? What subject?”
“I am most interested in sensation and the subjectivity of pleasure”. She spoke the odd phrase directly into his ear and gently brushed her lips against it. He didn’t think too deeply about what she meant, too distracted was he by a powerful surge of blood to his stiffening cock”
“Say. I don’t know if you’d be interested in going somewhere else? It’s getting really crowded in here”
“Do you live close by?”she whispered, her fingers sliding nimbly over his swollen crotch.

They were inside a black cab within minutes, Fleet’s friends long forgotten. The girl, still nameless to Fleet had started kissing him passionately as they’d left McGregors, her hands sliding up under his suit jacket and nails digging into his back as her tongue wickedly tickled his soft palate and explored around his molars. He had started with his hands on her hips and meeting no resistance had moved them down exploring her firm rounded buttocks and then sliding his right hand through the cut side of the dress to the upper portion of her smooth cool thigh. By the time the cab arrived he had ascertained that if she was wearing underwear it was of the skimpiest kind.

During the taxi ride she had suddenly turned demure, and clasped his hand in silence and spending the whole journey looking out of the window. Fleet felt unsure how to play it so he stayed silent and was glad that the journey was only short.

When they pulled up outside his building, her hand slid back to his groin like she was checking he was still fulfilling his part of the unspoken bargain. Fleet yelped in excitement and tossed a twenty to the driver without thinking about the change owed.

He owned the penthouse, a lavish duplex with panoramic views twenty floors up. He buzzed in the front door with his keycard and they hurried across the thick carpeted lobby and into the waiting lift where she pushed him up against the wall with unexpected strength and put her mouth against his reinserting her cool wet tongue and held his face in her hands. He cupped her breasts through the dress, the weight and soft firmness of them sent another surge of excitement to his loins. She ground herself sensuously against his hardness and made a low throaty growl that he felt through his lips.

The doors opened with a ping and soon they were through his front door, he stumbled slightly but she was light on her feet moving like a dancer.
“Would you like a drink…or something?” He asked more out of habit than anything else.

She stepped to him smiling and took his hand in hers then guided it under her dress and up her inner thigh until he could feel the wetness that was dripping down. He pulled her to him with his other hand and kissed her mouth again while probing upwards with his fingertips and caressing her slick opening. She moaned again and moved her hips so her pussy rubbed against his hand.
“That feels good huh?”
She grimaced in pleasure showing a mouthful of very white teeth.
“Where is your bedroom?”
“This way” he nodded. She took his hand and withdrew it from between her legs before moving it deliberately up to his lips so her could taste her juices. Fleet obliged sucking at them like he was being offered a piece of succulent tropical fruit. He found to his excitement that she tasted unlike any woman he’d ever gone down on, perhaps actually more akin to a sweet fruit than the musty tang he expected. He felt intoxicated and had the most urgent desire to possess her totally.

They moved to his bedroom. She bid him sit at the edge of his large silk sheeted bed then reached behind herself to undo her dress. The black garment slid down to her feet revealing a body as exquisite as her figure had hinted at: porcelain white skin, high full breasts that seemed to float above her her ribcage, nipples that were deep red in colour. Her legs were long and toned and the cleft between them was hidden beneath a small triangle of black hair.

He reached behind her grabbing her arse and pulling the source of her rich juices towards his eager mouth. She acquiesced and widened her stance slightly giving his keen lips and tongue better access to her slippery crease. He squeezed her cheeks digging his fingertips into firm flesh and nuzzled at her like he was feasting on an ambrosial dish.

She let him stay there for a few long minutes, swaying and gyrating slightly before she made her impatience for progression clear, pushing his shoulders until he lay on his back and then ripping open his suit trousers rending the fabric and metal zip. She tugged then down hurriedly with his boxers and caught his cock in her hand as it sprang free.

Unlike some of his contemporaries, Fleet had never found that liberal consumption of cocaine stunted his libido and he was hard and responsive despite the booze and drugs.
“Now I’ll see how you taste” she said before taking it into her mouth. She swirled her tongue round his glans sending ecstatic charges down his shaft before taking it deeper and sucking his entire length down.

Fleet laid his head back on his firm mattress as he savoured the physical euphoria she was giving him. He felt his climax rising in him as the rhythm of her mouth increased in tempo, then she slowed back down, decreasing the intensity and edging him back from an early finish.

She raised her chin and paused a moment and considered him hungrily, her lips slavered with saliva and precum. Then she pulled herself up and positioned herself over him.
“I can’t wait much longer” she said, and lowered herself, her engorged lips sliding over the head of his penis then pausing a moment before she sank onto him fully. He exhaled with pleasure and gripped her hip bones helping him anticipate the inevitable beat she was grinding over his focus of pleasure.

The sensation of her core gripping him was unlike any fuck he’d ever experienced. It felt like
her pussy was rippling and gripping his prick with a precise pulse that could anticipate his needs like his beautiful partner was reading his mind and feeding his primal urges second by second.

He raised himself on his elbows to try and kiss her, but she avoided his mouth with a wild glee as she increased the rapidity of her rhapsodic downward thrusts, grinding her pubic mound against him, so he contented himself with sucking one of her glorious nipples into his mouth and chewing it with a cocaine frenzied fervour that would have made most women slap him and roll quickly off the bed, but only made her move her hips more languidly so as to savour the sensation.
“I’m close” he gasped. “ Do you want to slow things down for a moment?”
“No” she said, her eyes wolfish, “ I don’t want to wait much longer”

She raised herself up, almost sliding off the end of his cock and then slid down to his base and he felt her flesh contract around him with inexorable persistence. He gasped, trying to catch his breath, but a second glissade of her hips and he exploded up inside her.

He closed his eyes and let his head drop back as the sublime starry streaks shot through his perception behind his closed eyelids. His cock was still pulsing up within her and he felt electric warmth twitch up through his hips and stomach.

She surveyed him opaquely in the aftermath of his orgasm. He opened his eyes and started to croak something that would compliment her performance and body but she covered his mouth with her hand and lowered her mouth to him, he tensed his lips in expectation of a kiss but felt her at the bottom of his neck, first it was a pleasurable sort of pressure which intensified and turned into sharp pain focusing deeper than he would expect even the most sadistic kiss to aim.
“What the…..?” He started to gasp as he realised his body was rebelling against his mental impulses and all of his muscles continued to sink into a pool of pleasure.

She contracted her jaw muscles with massive pressure severing the carotid artery, alongside transverse cervical nerves and the external jugular vein. Blood spurted around his neck, some going to waste on Fleet’s silk sheets, but most was sucked up into her mouth before it had time to cool. He writhed for a second longer, but his limbs were like lead and could not raise to push her from atop him.

She gulped and swallowed with catlike enthusiasm as he slipped out of consciousness. The last conscious thought James Fleet could cogitate was to ponder how her teeth could bite so deeply but still feel so good.

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