Temptation

Part 3

The Nerissa Night Club was, unofficially, the point of all the wealthiest young men and women in DC, where they could go have drinks, meet beautiful people and have fun without bothering about earthly things such as the Law. The smothering atmosphere, a combination of colorful moving lights, artificial smoke, electronic music and drunken people, were the perfect place for discreet illicit activities. There was a silent understanding that you could do anything inside those walls, as long as it would stay between those walls.

Unsurprisingly, it was one of Brendon’s favorite places. He was such an often visitor that the hosts already knew him, and let him in even if he hadn’t bought his ticket beforehand. A tall, handsome man such as Brendon was good for business, especially when he decided to get drunk and gamble.

So far, he had always been lucky; the easy life was so comfortable for Brendon that he could not understand how it could possibly go wrong. He always had a very good hand in the game, and an equally good eye to spot beautiful, dysfunctional women who would easily and gladly accept to sleep with him for only a bit more than a few glasses of champagne.

His plans for that night were the usual: win a few thousand dollars, get wasted and pick up the hottest girl he could find. All well-deserved, since it had been his first day working for Theo Lightman. And everything was going according to the plan: the poker had added to his pocket a few thousand dollars, and he was already on his second glad of whiskey. A beautiful red-haired woman had his eye on him all night, and he was strongly considering approaching her and paying her a drink – not that she needed, for the looks of it, but it was never a bad idea to start a chat.

“You were quite lucky tonight,” the woman said, once Brendon finally decided to go to the bar and sit beside her. He smirked and asked for a drink for both of them.

“No, madam. I am always lucky,” he corrected her.

“Oooh, is that so?” She winked. “What is your luck for tonight, then?”

The barman served the drinks, and Brendon took one of them. “To start with, I’d be really lucky to know the color of your panties.”

She purred, inclining to get close to Brendon’s ear and to show more of her generous cleavage. “What if I am not wearing any?”

He smiled triumphantly; the girl had not been too hard to get after all, just like he had predicted. Taking another sip of his drink and putting his hand on her exposed knee, Brendon made a sign for the barman to get another drink for the lady, since she had swallowed the first with an impressive quickness.

As he did so, something else called his attention from the other side of the bar; a fire tongue danced momentarily in his eyesight. Brendon tried to focus his eye, already a bit numb from the alcohol, and then he saw first the auburn cascade of hair, then the stunning figure of a woman whom he recognized as Eleanor Lightman.

“Holy damn!” What was the girl doing there, anyway? She had gone to bed five hours earlier, according to everyone at the house, and so Brendon could have his night off. Clearly, she had decided to sneak out and have fun, dressed in a short black dress. Brendon could not help but to notice that her figure was not like of many skinny girls. Eleanor resembled more the Latino type; thin waist, yet pronounced breasts and ass, with a wonderful pair of legs to complete the package, forming her sexy curves.

“Is everything alright?” the woman by his side asked, waking Brendon from his trance.

“Yes,” he murmured, looking at her; he realized that that woman he didn’t even know the name was no longer so attractive to him.

“So… I suppose we could find a place less crowded for us?” she suggested, putting her hand on his leg and slowly stretching forward. The movement distracted, and he smiled to her.