The bar area is heaving but at least here, away from the dance floor, the music is quiet enough that you can hold a conversation. Though the last person I’d have thought I’d be talking to is my recent client, Tiff, and yet here we are about to down the shots of Grey Goose I’d bought for us both. Still, as the case against her has been dropped, there’s no longer any conflict of interest.
‘So, did you do it then?’ I ask, half expecting her to turn on her Converse heels and run.
‘You know what?’ She stands square like nothing can knock her down. ‘Yeah, I did, and that motherfucker deserved it, the cheating bastard.’
I gulp my shot in one. ‘Don’t you think that was a bit of an extreme reaction? I mean, most people would, I don’t know, cut up a suit or something. Not set light to a two-hundred-thousand pound car.’
‘Two-hundred and eighty-two, if we’re counting, he had it modified.’ Tiff swallows her drink and signals for two more. ‘You wouldn’t get it, it’s not just that he cheated, it’s what he took from me. Something I can never get back.’
‘What’s that then?’ Despite her casual appearance, I know that Tiff comes from money. The simple white top that accentuates the curves of her apple-shaped breasts probably cost more than my entire wardrobe. ‘What could he possibly have taken that warranted arson?’
‘He was the first guy that I–’ She purses her lips and shakes her head causing a flop of chestnut hair to fall in front of her face. ‘You know?’
It takes a second but then it hits me like an anvil. ‘Oh.’
‘And that’s not all,’ she pauses to down the second shot and I follow suit. ‘The day after I found them in bed together, when I was packing my bags do you know what he said? That if I left him, he would ruin me and that he’d share all the stupid dumb videos that I’d let him take when we were at it. Fucking asshole!’ Tiff’s cheeks turn three shades of red. ‘As if anyone gives a shit about that sort of thing nowadays! But really, to think he tried to blackmail me into staying with him.’
The angrier she gets, the cuter she looks, huffing and puffing and scrunching her freckled nose.‘You won’t say anything, will you?’ Tiff blinks her emerald eyes, like a doe caught in the headlights. It’s funny how I’d not noticed the way they sparkled before now.
Tiff gives me an odd look. ‘What?’
‘Sorry, yes!’
‘Yes, you won’t say anything or yes, you will?’
‘Yes, no, I mean–’
Fuck, either the vodka buzz has me tongue-tied, or perhaps it’s the fact that I can’t stop staring at her pink glossy lips. I refocus, Tiff may not be my client anymore, but she’s sixteen years my junior and has only just passed her twentieth birthday. Besides, I’m sure there is a multitude of ethical reasons I should stay well clear.
‘I mean, he sounds like an utter bastard, and no, I won’t say anything.’
Tiff seems happy with the answer. ‘Hey, we should go dance and celebrate.’
She grabs my wrist before I have a chance to reply and drags me through a corridor full of people squashed together like sardines. She weaves us in and out of the crowd until she finds a small space smack-bang in the middle of the dance floor.
An absolute belter of a tune gets dropped by the DJ and Tiff sways her entire body in time with the music. I’m mesmerised by her serpent moves and more so by the fact that she’s keeping her eyes firmly fixed on mine. If I didn’t know better, I would say seductively! I try to ignore the wetness in my knickers; she’s straight and off-limits. But then again, why is she looking at me like that?
I match her moves, keeping time with the beat and the pounding in my chest. The swell of the crowd pushes us closer together. So close that I can feel the heat coming from her body. And still, she keeps her eyes locked on mine, this time biting her lower lip and there’s no mistaking the seduction. I close the space between us until we are a hairs-width away from touching chest-to-chest. Strands of her long hair are stuck to the side of her cheek so I tuck them back behind her ear, gently testing the waters. God, her skin is as soft as mohair. She leans into my touch.
Fuck ethics!
I dart forwards and press my lips against hers. For a second, she keeps her mouth clamped and I panic that I’ve misread the signals. But then she opens up and lets me slip my tongue into her mouth. She tastes like sweet cherries fit to burst. The music seems less loud and the crowd blurs into a nothingness as she reciprocates, pushing her tongue against mine, twirling it inside my mouth and then back out again. The hairs-width diminishes as her body presses against me, her breasts feeling firm against the soft fullness of mine. I reach a hand behind her, resting my palm flat against the small of her back bringing her even closer towards me. Her hips circle round as she continues to dance but this time she brushes her groin against mine. What I would give to have her out of that short denim skirt, but for now all I can do is follow her move. We carry on kissing and she delivers with a passion that has me needing more. I run my tongue along her teeth and back out of her mouth before biting gently on her lip. She withdraws and then speaks into my ear and her breath tickles as she tries to make herself heard over the music.
‘You certainly know how to kiss!’
Then she brings her mouth back onto mine. I’m intoxicated with the moment and slide my hands over the roundness of her ass and touch the back of her thighs just below the frayed edge of her skirt. I feel the rise and fall of her chest pick up pace as I move one hand around to the front and lift the hem up a couple of inches, just enough to let my fingers feel the soft curve of her inner thighs. The warmth of her rapid breathing spurs me on.
The crowd is too occupied to notice as I move my fingertips just that teeny bit higher until they are brushing the bottom of her knickers. She’s as wet as I am! Fuck, I know I should stop but I can’t. I hitch the fabric to one side and feel the nub of her clitoris, rock hard under my fingertips. As I rub it, she changes her movements, no longer circling around, now just rocking back and forth. I penetrate her wet slit with two fingers and she clamps her pussy around them. I’ve felt plenty of snatches in my time but my gosh, this one is like smooth silk. Her juices drip down my fingers and onto my hand. I have to taste them. I pull back out and lick her sweetness, slowly savouring every drop. Even in the darkness of the club, I can see her pupils dilate, she’s as hungry for it as I am. I slide my hand back down into her pussy and carry on circling on her clit then slow-fucking her with my fingers.
The people around us remain oblivious, facing the DJ as they thud and thump to the tunes. But my only focus is on Tiff, sweaty-faced, freckled-nosed Tiff who is thrusting her hips forwards and backwards on my hand.
I lean in and ask, ‘Do you like this?’
She just nods and groans, not a sound that I can hear as the music is too loud, but one that I feel coursing through her throat. I push inside her cunt, pressing against the front wall until I find the one spot that weakens her knees.
‘Oh fuck!’
This time, I can hear her moan and so I carry on slip-sliding between her labia, rubbing her wetness along the groove and over her clit. She bites gently on my neck before kissing it and tracing her tongue up the side of my neck. All the while I continue playing with her nub, rolling it and pressing on it before penetrating her pussy again and again, letting her ride my fingers and fuck my hand. I want to make her cum and by the look of it, I think that she’s close. Her lips find my ear and she nibbles gently, in between her requests for ‘More!’ and ‘Don’t stop!’
I’m so wet for her and my cunt is tingling, the more I imagine what her pussy might look like. I can feel her soft curls against my palm and her tight inner walls with my fingertips. What I would do to be tongue-fucking her right now. I pick up the rhythm in small increments and each time I do she groans louder, her breathing now ragged in my ear as I edge her closer and closer to orgasm.
She makes a move to reciprocate, trying to place her hand under my skirt but I stop her. This moment is just for her. Her pussy is hot and her thighs are covered in juice, it’s too easy to fuck her like this, to bring her right to the spot just before climax where her breathing stops for a moment. Those few seconds when the body prepares to relinquish control. And then, that millisecond before she gives in, I press in deep and hard right on her g-spot while making sure to keep my thumb pressed firmly against her clitoris. It sends her tumbling over the edge and her pussy contracts in waves of ecstasy as she cums on my hand.
She rocks on it as my ear is filled with the exquisite sounds of her orgasm, ‘Oh God, Yes!’ I keep my hand in place until she is done then remove it and lick her cum juices from my fingers. Her cheeky grin lights up her entire face.
‘Fuck!’
I agree with her sentiments. ‘Fuck, indeed!’
‘Follow me,’ she says and pulls me away from the dance floor. Back to weaving in and out of the sweaty crowd and through a door marked ‘Fire Exit.’ A metal staircase leads both up and down, Tiff chooses ‘up’ and leads me to the top. It’s quiet, and better yet, deserted. She spins around on the metal platform and kisses me quickly on the cheek.
‘That was fucking amazing. But it’s your turn now.’
I’m certainly not going to argue with her, especially not now that she has me pinned against the wall, kissing my neck and with her hand in my knickers. My cunt is soaked and her fingers slide in with ease. I lift up her top and unclasp her bra giving me easier access to her breasts. They fit perfectly in my palms. As I tweak and play with her nipples she groans, and as she rubs on my clitoris, I let out my own sounds of pleasure. ‘Oh, yes!’
We resume our earlier exploration of each other’s mouths, tongues probing and teeth biting on lips. I try to slip my hand back under her skirt, wanting to feel her wetness as she plays with mine, rubbing it along the outside of my pussy. But she stops me, just as I’d stopped her.
‘Ah ah, I said it’s your turn.’
She squats down slowly until her head is in line with my groin. I lean back against the cold concrete wall as she lifts my skirt up over my thighs and tugs my knickers down to my ankles. For a moment I worry about what I might look like to her. I’ve never been with anyone that much younger than me, would she notice any difference? But my worries are alleviated with one quick lick her of her tongue on my clit. Holy shit, it sends electric jolts through my body. She flicks her tongue over and around then pushes it into my pussy. I grab the top of her head, more to steady myself than anything. Her tongue darts and probes, licks and lashes then she sucks gently on my nub as I wind my hips and groan out loud.
She looks at me with those emerald eyes and watches as I bite my lip, trying to keep the noise down. It’s no use though, she’s too good and my ‘Fuck yes’s’ and ‘Keep going’s’ reverberate down the stairwell.
She doesn’t stop, not for one second, pressing her tongue in deep and then back to flicking it on my clit. The sight of her freckled face buried between my thighs combined with the sensations of her expert tongue-fucking has me close to climax. She senses the change and just like I did, she finds that space between breaths, that moment where time stands still. As my orgasm swells, she shoves her fingers deep inside and I cum so hard that my thighs quiver and the echoes of my climax bounce off the walls. My clit throbs in waves as my pussy pulsates with pleasure.
‘Oh YES! Fuck!’
She holds her tongue and fingers in place until I’m done riding them both. Then she stands up and kisses me, slowly, letting me taste my own juices in her mouth.
‘Nice?’ she asks, though I’m sure she knows the answer already.
‘Better than nice,’ I laugh, ‘fantastically amazing, I would say. But why? I mean, I thought you-’ I let the question hang in the air.
‘Are you kidding? From the moment I saw you in the office, dressed in that suit and heels I knew I had to have you. Besides, it’s not like I have a good track record with men now, is it?’ She kisses me again, then whispers in my ear. ‘Should we carry this on at my place, or yours?’
Now that is the sort of question I like.
‘Back to mine,’ I reply, and this time, it’s me that has her hand as l lead her out of the club and into a taxi. As I shut the car door, I push away the niggling feeling that I’m playing with fire.
Ah, what can I say? I’ve always liked things a little hot.
