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Chapter 4
Thursday night the night, all the college girls come out to play, the night the bars are crowded and the selection is great. The regulars are a little wearier and out of towners are raring to go. Why Thursday I haven't a clue, you think since they all have class still on Friday that it wouldn't work but I'm not gonna dictate their actions gives me a whole nother night to peruse the merchandise.
Now what I wear when we go out isn't the fashion statement of the year, usually I don a pair of jeans and a snug fitting tee. I like to show off my assets to the ladies let them know what exactly they are in for later. Stupid establishments actually require shirts so flaunting the naked skin like I do at the beach is out, though I am sure by the time I was kicked to the curb I would have a few takers on looks alone. My prowess to draw the attention of and gain the pleasures of opposite sex allows for my discretion, I can be choosy selecting the cream of the crop.
Tonight Paul and I walk into the joint my eyes take in the feast before them, tight skirts, jeans that kill me the slowly, and damn who ever told girls to wear shirts without sleeves knew the affinity I have for all the bare skin just teasing my imagination into overdrive. Red, blue, green and yellow the colors whirl by my eyes as I make my way towards the back of the bar, pool tables of green break up the streaks of colors, the clack of the pool balls rings in my ears drowning out the clanging of the glasses at the bar. The smell of smoke wafts through the room, dulling my sense of smell, though masking the large amounts of perfume some women are sure to be wearing.
Selection is simple and an easy eliminator to start with is visual, curves in the right places, sleek and narrow else where, but my preferences vary night to night. There is nothing more dull than fucking the same girl just with a different voice or scent. Tonight the variety is thick, blondes, brunettes, and a mix of shades in between. Eliminator number two scent…the pickings have to be slim for me to go home with someone reeking of noxious chemicals or what a few call perfume—sensitive nose remember. Scent by itself can be a turn on depending on what scents a woman is giving off, other men whoa nothing speaks touch me like another mans scent all over here, cross those girls off not gonna deal with it. When all else fails I say drink a bit more and selection a girl becomes much more simple when your senses are dulled.
Paul is an active pursuer he scopes out a bar like he is at Baskin Robbins, taking a sample of anything that looks good and continues until he finds something that he can't resist. At the moment he is approaching a tall blonde, short skirt and large glossy lips. My eyes watch him with amusement as he zones in on his prey, no words just a flashy smile and that is all it takes. Putty in his large hands, but way too easy if you ask me, where is the fun in that. Paul must be thinking the same as I watch him lead her towards the back of the bar.
I lean back against the wall and divert my attention to the pool games going on at the moment. Nothing really great there, no girls playing, flashing their chests as they bend over for the shot, nope none of that only arrogant guys playing each other for a pocket full of cash. I like to watch and take it all in, the silent watchful predator. Not many girls approach me tonight, the bar is overrun with outgoing pansies who toss those cheese pickup lines, melt a shallow girl's heart, before they get what they want. I try and be upfront, no relationship ties here just carnal delights.
The second she walks up to the bar I know I never saw her before and that makes it an almost instant attraction, long legs, dark jeans tight in all the right places. Her thumbs looped through her front pockets as she stands there waiting for her drink. Her is pulled into two tails one on either side of her head, child like essence streaming from her while her well developed form alerts my blood stream that the pressure will be rising. The urge to growl and steak my claim on her tonight rises, I push off the wall and prepare to make my move. The crowds are denser as I approach the bar. I have myself another beer and frown as I realize she has moved off.
I slide up next to the bar and lean against the counter, my eyes scan the room catching a glimpse of her as she slides into a table with a group of girls. Packs of girls are similar to my own pack yet much more ruthless if you ask me. Any altercation seems to result in banishment long or short term, the she-devils at the top don't settle for much less most of the time.
I approach the table cautious to take in who deems themselves leader of the inane group, I note it and focus solely on the woman in question.
"Hello ladies." I smile but want to roll my eyes at the tone of my voice, but in turn it has them all smiling and a few giggles reach my ears. My eyes zone in on her, wonder how to wrestle her away from her friends.
"You as innocent as you are trying to look?" I ask smiling at pigtail girl.
Her face reddens and I could almost shout at my triumph, "Wouldn't you like to you?" She replies and gets an elbow to her side from her friend.
"Let me buy you a drink." I say extending my hand for her to take, she does leaving her just purchased beverage on the table.
It isn't long before I have her giggling and just about willing to give me everything I want. I lean over her where I have her backed against the wall and whisper, "I want you."
She is quiet for a minute as if she is thinking my comment over but I notice right away that her decision is already made. I lead her out of the bar and back to my place cause it is frowned upon fucking on my friend's couches, despite the cold emptiness of my house if I manage not the turn the lights on the mess disappears into the shadows.
Typical awkwardness of the morning after bellows in my ear cell phone ringing, I don't have a cell phone I think as I groan and shove a pillow over my head.
"Hello." I hear a feminine voice answer and about time too, four rings of that awful song is enough to make me very cranky morning person.
I feel her get out of my bed and wonder for a second if she will care about the mess or the cold but sleep is more important and sounds like she'll have a ride soon enough. Mornings go much smoother when the girls are responsible and don't need me to take them anywhere in the morning, her friends must be worrying.
"See ya around cutie." I hear her voice call a while later and the front door slam. Beautiful morning though she could have stayed for another round before she left.