AN: not mine, only playing with them :)


Chapter 2

He was glad he was in London, he had been in England for 3 years now and had never took the time to visit the capital before. He realized that this was going to be his last year in England and hadn't even seen the capital.

A few days in the capital and then at least he could tell his 'friends' back home he had seen the sights. That was the idea, but he actually enjoyed the city.

It was Friday night, he and his room mate from Oxford were going out and get shitface drunk and see what would happen tonight.

'Remember Oscar, tonight I am William. Do not call me Fox under any circumstance. I hate that name with a vengeance.'

'Yeah, yeah William, I will remember. I know you hate your name, to be fair I would probably do too if it was mine.'

Fox and Oscar had met at Oxford and hit it of straight away. They were both einzelgangers, but could tolerate each other. They both were very serious about their studies. Three years later and they were best friends. So when Fox had proposed that they would go to do some sightseeing this summer Oscar had agreed. At first he had asked Fox why he would go with his girlfriend, Phoebe, Fox answered that Phoebe was going to spend the summer with her parents at their summer house and he didn't want to go. Not that she had asked him to, but he wouldn't tell Oscar that, he didn't want him to feel sorry for him. Oscar didn't approve of Phoebe and didn't hide that fact. He thought she was a controlling bitch, who only used Fox for the sex.

So now they standing in the lobby of their hotel. They both had enough money to be able to afford separate rooms in a cheap hotel, instead of having to share a room, or going to a hostel.

'Let's go! Let's see if we can find you someone to make you forget your girlfriend,' Oscar said with a wicked smile.

'You know, I do get tired of you making statements like that,' Fox replied. 'I don't care that you don't like Phoebe, I do and she's my girlfriend. I don't intend to cheat on her.'

"No, but she cheats on you my friend," Oscar thought. He knew this for a fact, but hadn't told Fox about this. He even felt guilty for not telling him, but he knew that Fox would never believe him. She was probably banging the pool boy right now.

They found a nice small pub in the city. It had a small dance floor in the back and some booths to sit in. The place wasn't overly crowded, but they were seated in the last available booth.

In the booth across from them there were four pretty young ladies. Two with American accents, and two with German accents. Oscar noticed them immediately, but Fox didn't seem to see them.

'Jeez, will you look at that,' Oscar said after they ordered their beers and dinner.

'Hmm, what?' Fox replied.

'Those girls over there. They are hot, and probably barely legal,' Oscar said with a leer. He particularly liked the blond American. The red head was pretty as well, but Oscar always had had a thing for blonds. Especially blonds with big boobs, and this one was certainly not lacking in that department.

Fox looked over to the booth and all he could see was a petite red head. The other girls were a blur. "She is breathtakingly beautiful," he thought.

'Yeah, they're alright,' he managed to say, and took another sip of his beer.

'Well, I don't know about you, but that blond is going to end up in my bed tonight, if I have anything to say about it. You are gonna play my wingman right?'

'Off course, Oscar. But that doesn't mean I'm taking any of those girls back to the hotel. I do have a girlfriend, remember?'

'Look, as long as you help me get the blond, you can do what ever you like. But aren't you curious. You've only had sex with Phoebe right, don't you wanna know what it's like with someone else? No-one will ever have to know about it. I swear, I will never tell a soul if you do decide to dip your dipstick in some other car.'

"Please, please, take one of those girls back to the hotel and have sex with her and find out that Phoebe is just a bitch whose just using you to get off. That sex isn't about controlling or being controlled, but that it can be fun and tender and can just be enjoyed," Oscar thought after that. He had heard about the sexual preferences of Phoebe Green, and knew that the relationship Fox and she had was not healthy.

The girls seemed to be having fun, the wine was flowing and they were giggling. They seemed to have finished their meal and were debating about dessert.

'Oh come on, Dana, have the fudge cake. We can dance it of afterwards.' Fox heard the blond say to the redhead.

So they were going dancing and her name was Dana. It was a pretty name and fit her. Maybe he just take her dancing and that would get Oscar of his damn back. She was pretty after all.

"No, she is more than pretty, she is drop-dead gorgeous," he thought. She wasn't his 'type' at all. All his girlfriends, or girls he had been interested in, had been long-legged, big-busted, brunettes. But here was this seemingly petite redhead making his head spin. And she hadn't even stood up yet.

As soon as he thought that, Dana stood up and went to the bathroom. He could watch her walk away, and suddenly his jeans were way to tight. She was wearing a tight black lacy skirt, with come-fuck-me heels. Her ass was perfect, and though she was really tiny, the heels made her legs seem endless.

'Fuck!' was all he could say.

'You know what, I think she would let you,' Oscar replied.

He had watched Fox watch the redhead and smiled.

'So, how are we going to do this? We just go up to them and asked them to dance?'

'Maybe introduce ourselves and buy them a drink first,' Fox answered. He definitely wanted to get to know the redhead he had decided. Even for only one night.


AN2: never realized how addictive stats could be:) loved the amount of views, followers and favorites the first chapter had. Please let me know if you like the story and want me to continue. Chapter 3 is in the making, but will probably not be ready before the weekend.

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