Venereal | One shot

01: Suit-clad Charmer.

Aurora

I am cocooned into a blanket of music the second I step foot into the brand new club.

"How the hell did you get us into this place again?" I question my best friend, Freya.

"Owned by a client at the firm. Told her to put our names down." She grins. I laugh at our luck. "Now lets find us a table and get some drinks in! Maybe see if we can find our way into the VIP booths." She pays me a small wink and a smile.

"I like the way you think." Soon, we're in the middle of the crowd searching for a free table. Luckily enough, I spot one being vacated and drag Freya through the mass of people to get it.

"What're you having, hun?" Freya asks as she digs around her purse.

"Whiskey sour." I answer, scanning the crowd for someone delectable. My intentions for the night were pretty simple. Find, fuck and flee. I haven't had sex in over eight months. Not since my last relationship went tits up. It's rather bothersome.

"Alright. Be back in a tick." She flaunts away to the bar, while I continue my mission.

Seeing nothing but sloppy grinders who have had one too many, I flicker my gaze up to the VIP area. I notice a group of suit-clad men drinking and laughing in the front booth, but only one captures my undivided attention. He isn't joining in on the laughter. Instead, he sits with a smirk on his face and studies the crowd with calculating eyes. His cheeks flex every now and then, exposing his prominent bones. When he brings his glass to his lips, the sleeve of his jacket raises and I receive a glimpse of a tattoo. I love tattoos. What lures me in more about him are those dark curls that adorn his handsome head. I can already picture myself running my hands through them.

He was sensual. Someone I wouldn't mind entertaining for the night.

I am so completely enthralled by him, that I don't realise he's staring back at me. Neither one of us remove our gaze until Freya rejoins the table.

"Here we are. That bartender sure was gorgeous." She settles in her chair and takes a sip of her Martini. Picking up my drink, I neck it back and hop off my seat. "Bloody hell! What's got you rattled?"

"Nothing. I want to dance." From my peripheral vision, I see that the bewitching male continues to watch me. A show is in order, I think.

"Alright then." Downing her own drink, Freya grabs my hand and we shake our way to the dance floor.

The music switches from fun to erotic and the temptress in me unleashes herself onto the floor. I run my hands up my sides and entangle them in my hair, all while swaying my hips in a slow pace.

I can sense several pairs of eyes bore into me, but I just want to know if one of those pairs are the ones I fancy. With the decision to take a peak, I look up to where my conquest resides. He now stands with his forearms resting against the railing, eyes latched on to me, not daring to break their look.

Ego boosted.

With a smirk on my face I turn away to talk to Freya, only to be met with the sight of her grinding against a biker chick. Freya's pansexual. She's never been one to be picky. If there's chemistry and they're up for a night of fun, she's in a taxi and back to her place within minutes. Relationships are a bit of a turn off for her, which absolutely devastates her mother, who has been dying for grandchildren born in wed lock. 

Deciding to leave her to it, I retreat to the bar to quench my thirst.

"Hello, darling. What can I get you?" I pay the pleasant bartender a warm smile and give him my order."

"A G&T, my love." He nods and shuffles away. I watch him make my request and pluck a tenner out of my purse.

"Here you go, hun. That'll be £5-"

"I've got this." My head whips around and a bloody tall, devilishly handsome face is holding out a card. An eager beaver.

After payment he turns to me, but says nothing, only watches me with beautiful dark eyes .

"Thanks for the drink." I say, raising the glass to my lips. He continues to watch me sip and swallow every drop I intake. "Anything else you came over here for? Or did you just want to watch me drink?"

"Oh, I could watch you for an eternity, love." He confesses, running his tongue across his bottom lip and resting his arms on the bar. I blush a light pink and turn my head to look away from him. "I'm Oliver, by the way."

"Aurora." My eyes remain glued to the bar.

"Aurora. Hmm? Fitting."

"Sorry?"

"aurora borealis. A very beautiful phenomenon. Given your exquisiteness, I'd say your parents chose well in naming you." I finally look at him, finding no hint of amusement or smugness in his face. He was being genuine.

"Wow. What a line." I chuckle.

"I don't use lines. I use the truth. And you, my dear, are the only woman who has had me completely captivated tonight. My intentions are no longer the same as when I arrived."