"You up for a bit of a laugh, tonight?" Mark called to Jenny as she finished doing her hair.
"How'd you mean?" she asked, her concentration on the mirror not faltering. Being female, multi-tasking was easy for her. Mark smiled to himself, hoping she would be agreeable.
"When we go to this club, tonight......." he began, "......how about a having a game?"
"What sort of game?" Jenny replied, changing her focus from her hair to her make up.
"A game of pull a pig" Mark continued, his grin not visible from her position in front of the dresser.
She winced. She hated that game. Grab a grand-dad or pull a pig was not really her cup of tea. Sure, it was a real laugh but sometimes the guys came on a bit too strong for her.
"Must we?" She whined. Mark looked at her with one of his sad puppy faces.
"Please..." he almost begged, "....for me?" Jenny winced some more. She hated it when Mark did that. She hated it even more now as the wincing had created an unwanted line in her make up.
"Can't we play a drinking game instead?" she said, standing up and walking over to him, placing her arms around his waist and pulling him close to her. He kissed her tenderly and Jenny thought she knew how to get around him.
"No" he said, pulling away from the embrace and messing around with his hair in the mirror, faking a bit of image consciousness. "Besides, you always end up get really turned on and we make love for hours afterwards."
Jenny had to agree. Every time they'd done this sort of thing, the act of making another guy aroused and turning him on made her feel great. She knew she had the looks, and this gave her power, power over men. They wanted her and she loved teasing them, getting their blood boiling over, leaving them wanting more. God, she was feeling horny already. It pissed her off a bit to see Mark with some grotesque tart but she knew he was only doing it for a laugh.
"OK" she agreed, reluctantly, "but let's leave by one o'clock. I don't want you being too tired to perform tonight, you understand?" she said, giving him one her sideways looks that she often did. Mark knew that look.
"Agreed" he said, his smirk widening as he thought of the evening to come. Jenny saw his grin and batted her hair-brush against his bum, making his smirk falter a little. Mark could be quite cunning at times, she thought to herself. What she didn't know was how cunning.
They arrived at the club with the usual ground rules. She'd pull some unlikely stranger and lead him on a bit, Mark would find himself some ugly tart and tease her a bit. Around one o'clock, they'd make their excuses to go to the lavatory and, from there, disappear together leaving their dates in the club on their own, waiting patiently for their would-be partner for the night.
Mark would then take Jenny home and they'd fuck all night, like rabbits on a mission!
They bought their own drinks and sat at opposite ends of the bar. Mark was hoping it would happen and, as planned, Andy walked by. Andy was an acquaintance of one of Mark's friends and they'd met briefly at some stag party a while back. Andy was in his mid forties, had a receding hair line and a bald patch, but an increasing waist line, and had been divorced for about 3 years. He'd been in and out of relationships (mostly out) because he could be a little aggressive at times, rarely a turn on with the ladies. Andy had received an anonymous call from "A friend" who had told him to be at a certain club at a certain time. The caller had described Jenny perfectly and that she preferred the more mature man. Andy had taken the bait, hook, line and sinker. Mark watched from a safe distance as Andy walked in and looked around. His eyes met Jenny's and he smiled.
Andy opened the conversation and immediately bought her a drink, a large vodka. Jenny looked suspiciously down the bar at Mark, who sat there, nursing his drink all alone. He was going to have to go some to beat someone this ugly, she thought to herself. The looser had to make breakfast next morning and she thought ahead of what she would make him prepare, pancakes, maybe. Something that would require some work, not just some cereal poured into a bowl. Yep, breakfast was pretty safe, she thought.
Andy continued the conversation, his eyes having trouble looking into hers as her cleavage was on open display and required a great deal of will power to avoid.
Mark's thoughts were rudely interrupted by a voice next to him. Mark spun round and saw a short plump woman stood in front of him, with a face that he vaguely knew. After a few moments, it dawned on him it was the mother of one his chums. She was here with a load of other girls from work on a hen night but, being middle aged and not particularly attractive, she felt rather awkward. Mark's face was the only face she recognised and struck up conversation with him.
Jenny had noticed this woman and her blood began to boil. Breakfast tomorrow could be a close thing. This woman was so fat, she was taller when she sat down, she mused to her self. And Jenny's date had less facial hair than Mark's. She was even more devastated when Mark's date pulled out her purse and bought Mark a drink!
"Fancy a dance?" Jenny said to Andy, grabbing him by the hand. Andy almost fell off his bar stool as she pulled him, barely managing to place his glass on the counter before she led the way to the floor. The strobes flickered and the music thumped as Jenny hit the floor, her movements wild and raucous, flamboyant and oozing confidence, her ample bosom not restricted by the confines of a bra. Tonight, Jenny was bra-less and in full party mode. And man, could she party?
Andy struggled to keep up with her, his eyes watching her bosoms as she grooved to the music, his head rocking from side to side in an almost hypnotic trance. She called to him, saying something but he couldn't understand her, the music was too loud for him. Jenny was determined she was going to win this contest. This was no time for prisoners she thought to herself as she honed in for the kill.
Mark was still engrossed in conversation but he had a shrewd idea where Jenny was and he scanned the dance floor periodically and caught glimpses of her. Obliged to sit and make polite conversation, he was eager to watch his own woman flirt with some stranger, some ugly stranger at that. Mark had visions of his lovely Jenny going all the way with some fat, old ugly bloke whilst he sat and watched. God, the thought of that made him feel so horny. Jenny, however, was happy just to flirt for a bit of fun, to give her prey an erection and then for her prey to have to deal with his erection on his own. Jenny enjoyed the power she had over men and she executed her skills with speed and precision like a cheetah, the result inevitable.
Mark made an excuse to visit the toilet and made his way through the crowd overlooking the dance floor. From this view, he could see her ample cleavage and could see the definite outline of her nipples through the material of her clothing and so firm, you could taste them from a distance. Mark leaned against the barrier, hoping to disguise his own firmness that had developed within his own underwear.
Andy had changed his dancing technique, also in an endeavour to hide his own erection. Andy tried so hard to be chic and cool, snapping his fingers in rhythm to the music like some 1970's dance icon, painfully unaware that he was so out of date it was embarrassing for those around him. Jenny continued, overcoming her embarrassment by accepting the smiles and nods of appreciation from the other guys up dancing. Some were so mesmerised by her charms, they ended up being slapped or chastised by their own girlfriends or partners.
