I entered the club, feeling the throbbing base penetrating me. A sense of power, excitement and fun pulsed through my veins, the spark of being surrounded by thousands of people all wanting a good time was intoxicating. My dress was tiny, the midnight black top contrasted sharply against my pale skin and the luxe material clung to my full breasts, thin straps crossing over my heavily exposed cleavage like an invitation. Walking through the reflective doors of the coat hall, I took a second to admire my sleek, curvy form. The dress stopped just under my pert ass, the black fabric highlighting a cascade of fiery red hair that was almost as long as my dress. I turned, focusing on the sky high black stilettos that covered my dainty feet. God, I loved shoes! At almost 5'3" barefoot, heels were my favourite accessories.
Tonight, I stood 5'8" on jet platform daggers and as I stalked into the pulsing heat of the crowd, I bathed in admiring glances. Working the slink and seductiveness that the lift and extra height allowed into my strut, I headed right to the smaller bar. Ordering a 'Sex on the Beach', my favorite cocktail, I smiled at all of the attention my dress was receiving. The wet glass coated my fingers, damp and cool. Checking my makeup in the mirror behind the bar, I used a moist finger to adjust the eyeliner. Bright blue eyes stared back, looking enormous under the heavy black shadow. The gloss of my lips was clear as to not distract from the main feature of my face. I'd always been told that my eyes were stunning, and I used it to the fullest advantage. My cheekbones were highlighted with a shimmer and overall the effect was head-turning, if I did say so myself. I felt sexy, alluring and in control; I embodied dangerously sexy.
Although I'd come in alone, my best friend was in here somewhere. After a few minutes of searching through the crowd, I spotted Leena by the larger upstairs bar. Some new music from this season in Ibiza was pumping through the speakers and I took the opportunity to sway as the music took me. People were flirting, dancing and chatting; forgetting their lives outside in favour of letting go. The club was modern, sleek and full to the brim; I loved it when it was like this. Taking the steps slowly as to not spill my drink or twist an ankle, I checked out the local talent.
A couple who were dancing captured my attention and I stared as I made my way along the length of the club. They were both attractive, young and clearly enjoying themselves. My mind flitted to the idea of being sandwiched between them, causing sexy shivers at the thought. I loved sex and had never really bothered with gender; it allowed me to truly revel in fantasies. Even if it wouldn't happen with these specific people, a girl could dream. The guy looked up as I stared and caught my eye. His beautiful smile pulled me in and I returned it with one of my own, choosing that moment to lick some of the condensation from my drink off my finger. His eyes widened at the sight, but was promptly distracted by his woman taking a handful of his hair, yanking his attention away from me.
I readjusted my hair and my grasp on my drink just as a voice interrupted my thoughts.
"You're so bad!" a harsh shout in the vicinity of my ear was followed by a bark of a laugh. I jumped a mile. Leena.
I grinned, hugging my best friend and she returned it one armed so as to keep hold of her own beverage.
"Someone has to be." I shouted over the ebb and flow of the music, swaying with the beat. The lights caught her lips as we moved, her cherry red lips glossed to perfection.
She yanked me over to a quiet corner and we sat taking it all in. The leather under my nearly bare ass warmed quickly, the white shine reflecting the lasers flashing through the crowds.
Leena's short blond hair caught the light as we swayed to the music and drank for almost an hour. A few people, mostly guys, approached us for dances but I enjoyed the time to just sit. My drink expired quickly and although I wanted another, I refused to lose my seat. Leena had found a new friend so I surveyed the crowd. I loved to people watch.
I became entranced in a couple arguing and only responded to Leena when she shook my shoulder. I turned quickly, head whipping around, face arranged in question. She indicated for us to go to the toilet.
Once there, she looked at me and said, "I think I just saw Tina." Her expression was intrigued until distracted by her own reflection.
"Really? Wow, I haven't seen her in years!" I rearranged my curls in the mirror, then started to reapply my clear cherry flavoured lip gloss. Her eyes sought mine in the mirror.
"Maybe I should go say hi alone? She doesn't really like you after that wine tasting fiasco. Maybe I could ask about Decan?" As she said the name, she raised her eyebrows comically, bumping my shoulder with her own. Women flowed in and out behind us, flocks of women admiring their reflections and primping as they went.
"Whatever, you know I don't care about him any more, it was forever ago." I shrugged, trying to hide the full body throbbing that had started at the mere mention of my ex, the love of my life.
"Heidi, you're completely transparent." she laughed, pressing her bright red lips together, closing her purse, and then adding, "I'll go ask. She lives in Dublin now, maybe they meet up. It can't hurt and I know you're dying to know." She turned to glare at me before heading to the exit.
"You're going to do it anyway!" I laughed, turning on my heels to follow her out with one last ruffle of my fiery mane.
I watched my friend climb the stairs to the main room, her soft yellow dress swaying around her slight form. Her model figure was the envy of the women but my curves pulled the gazes of the men.
I sat back at my original table as she went to find our old friend. I say friend, I'd only met Tina once, briefly, at a wine tasting. Sadly, she'd been wearing white and I'd been drinking red. You can see what happened. Leena had worked with her, introducing her to some of our mutual friends through the year they'd hung out, including Decan. Tina had become interested in him and in BFF solidarity, Leena had steered Tina away for someone less problematic, though when Decan moved to Dublin for work, the issue had solved itself. A wave of jealousy crashed through me at the thought of them living in the same city. Irrational, I know but Leena always mentioned how Tina asked about him, even after he moved. I think the word salivated was used more than once after a night out. What was more annoying is that Tina was not exactly hideous. She is a mousy brunette with a temper and a short complex. I'm not taller than many people but her, I had a good few inches on. She was petite in a very traditional way, pretty with makeup on, enough to turn heads when she dressed up.
I was swaying to the music, my foot tapping as I watched Leena find her. They chatted and my gaze followed when Tina pointed at the dance floor. I stood, nearly knocking my drink over when I saw him. My heart jumped. Yep, there was Decan, dancing in a herd of girls like some kind of prince. He really could own a space.
My heart started to race and I felt dizzy. Why did he have to be so damned hot? He'd not changed a bit in the past year. Why was he here? What should I do? I stared transfixed until he wandered back to Tina, now alone because Leena was back and shaking me. Her hands gripped my upper arms and eventually I tore my eyes from their fixed point over on the other side of the room.
"Oh my god, he's here!" she screamed excitedly.
"Yes, I saw." I whispered, nodding so she'd get the point over the loud beat. Even if I could have found other words, the shock of seeing him unexpectedly had really knocked me for six.
"He's not here with her but they flew over together. Landed in Manchester last night, they're only here for two days." she rambled, like the details really mattered. They didn't, but she was insanely excited. She'd always maintained our status as her OTP- one true pair and was always annoyed when we fought, then devastated when we had parted ways.
I was shaking with need, my physical response at just knowing he was near was terrifying but thrilling. She finally let go of me and I crashed onto the sofa we had claimed as our own. I dared another look over towards my ex and Tina was draping herself over his shoulder.
