part 1: http://www.literotica.com/s/target-audience-pt-01-1
part 2: http://www.literotica.com/s/target-audience-pt-02
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I was studying late on campus one evening when my cell phone rang. It was Negar calling from a dance bar just off campus that was popular with students, and from her voice I could tell she must have been drinking.
"Jake, can you rescue me? Please? I need a ride home."
"Sure, fifteen minutes?"
"OK, but hurry please."
I had been meeting Anna regularly at her sister's apartment for nearly a month now and Negar and I chatted regularly, as she had continued to be my taxi service. She had never called me though, and I wondered if she was in some kind of trouble.
I packed up my work and walked to the car. It took only a few minutes to drive the few blocks to the bar but the lot was so full I had to park on a side street. I paid the cover and entered the noise and commotion inside. It was so packed I called Negar again to find out where she was sitting, and finally found her at a table being hit on by a gaggle of fairly drunk guys.
She was sharply dressed, and with her hair done up and her stylish makeup she looked like a fashion model. No wonder she had attracted a fan club, especially showing up unescorted.
"Jake!" She stood up a little unsteadily and threw her arms around me whispering loudly in my ear "Dance with me, pleeease!"
I could see the looks of surprise and disappointment on the surrounding faces at seeing some nondescript guy walk in and sweep their lovely target out to the dance floor without even uttering a single pick-up line.
I took her hand and towed her amongst the tables toward the dance floor, leaving her fan club without a chance to say goodbye.
There was a slow number starting up as we cleared the last table and she wrapped her arms around me and laid her head on my shoulder as we began to dance.
"Oh Jake, I'm so glad you came! I was worried you wouldn't. Hold me close please, I want them to see us. I told them my boyfriend was coming but they didn't believe me."
I happily obliged. She was a good partner, despite her inebriated state, and was wearing some very sexy fragrance. Her body felt warm and soft against mine and we drifted around the floor until the slow number died away and something with a much faster beat started up.
"Why don't you come finish my drink, then we can go." she offered as we made our way back to the table.
The fan club had apparently left for other pastures and we were left to ourselves. Most of a substantial margarita was sitting at her spot and I sipped at it while Negar sat close and chatted about her evening out. She didn't go out often, and seldom drank, but had decided to do so that evening on a whim. It was 'Ladies Night' at the bar and her admirers had brought her several drinks and tried to get her to dance with them. By the time she called me she didn't feel safe driving and was stuck there. I told her it was foolish for a woman to come alone to such a place unless she was looking for trouble.
"Maybe I was." was her quip in reply.
"Well, ask me to come the next time you feel the urge to do something silly like this."
She took my hand and squeezed it.
I finished her drink and we made our way to the bar, she leaning on my arm, and then out into the cool night air. I hummed a bit of the tune we had danced to as we made our way through the dark to my car. As I opened the door for her she put her arms around me and kissed me on the lips, pressing herself hard against me as she did.
"I'm so glad you came Jake."
I reassured her that I was pleased she had asked and helped her in. Closing her door I made my way to my side, my lips still buzzing from our kiss. I climbed in and turned on some music as we drove.
Something was up, but the margarita had given me a good buzz and I didn't care at that point. Negar and I had become close friends over the past month. Partners in conspiracy. And she was beautiful, and sexy, and a good dancer. I was pleased she had called me, and now I was slightly drunk and more than a little turned on.
It was about a thirty minute drive from campus to her apartment. We chatted a little and then she laid her head on my shoulder and we listened to music while I drove in silence. We had stopped at a light when I felt her hand on my thigh. As I drove on she began to rub gently and then to run her fingers up toward my crotch and back down, higher and higher until she located a growing bulge and began to stroke it.