*****

We called a cab and made it down into the city just as all the clubs were kicking off. I’d opted for a short jean skirt and biker boots with my bike jacket and black beater. Brit’s kicking ass in jeans, her latest funky runners and a beater, I swear she has a SIC runner collection. She’s totally taken but a perfect wing man as she’s out to have fun but not the kind of friend you have to carry home at the end of the night. Yay had her own plans but said she might make it down later.

‘Grey’s or Ego?’ I asked.

‘Grey’s’ she replies after a moments thought,’ I think you’re in the mood for fresh meat tonight right?’ I nod and stretch out in the cab

‘Yeah, so lets make it Ego, that way I’m not gonna get locked up’ I wink and she bursts into laughter.

 ’Dude, you so bad!’ She shook her head in mock disgust.

‘I can’t help it if younger women find me attractive,’ I shrugged ‘Hell, I can’t help it if ALL women find me attractive’ I turn to her with a Cheshire cat grin and she thumps me on the arm for my trouble

‘Dude get over yourself already,’ she shakes her head and stares at me until I crack up laughing. ‘Look just shut the fuck up, we’re here ‘Ms god’s gift to women,’ she grumbles and straightens her vest as she eyes the huge line.

‘Good job you used to work here babe,’ I mutter as we approach the door.

‘Ladies!’ A man the size of um, some big mountain, greets us. What? I’m an English teacher you ass, geography was never my strong point.

‘S’up dude,’ Brit gets wrapped in a bear hug and the door opens. I take a moment to look down the line at all the pissed off faces but just smile and follow my friend inside, straight through to VIP.

I grabbed Brit by the hand and pulled her through the familiar bar, I needed a strong drink and I needed it now. The music was pumping and as it was Friday night it was packed with hot young bodies, perfect.

We reached the bar and once the bar tenders recognized Brit we got drinks right away and a reserved table at the back of the VIP suite.

You occasionally got a few musicians or B list movie stars in here but never anyone really exciting, being a predominantly gay club it scared the shit out of most celeb types.

‘Wanna dance dude?’ I’d knocked back two drinks and was feeling the buzz, I had a lot of pent up frustration to let loose on some poor girl later tonight. What am I saying? Poor girl? Nah, I’m fucking good at fucking so she was in for a great, but maybe a bit of a rough, night as I fucked that Ashley Davies right out of my system.  I’d plan my revenge later, right now I needed drink, dance and sex in that order.

‘Come on,’ Brit pulled me to my feet and led me towards the dance floor. ‘Let’s get you laid otherwise I’d be afraid your drunk ass will wanna jump me tonight and that would be so, so wrong,’ she grumbled as we pushed onto the dance floor.

‘You’re cute when you’re grumpy,’ I teased ‘where are you from again? Australia?’

‘CANADA you backward ass!’ She yelled at me, it’s a touchy subject for her here in the states. ‘Ignorant fucking Yanks,’ she shakes her head and then smiles as she see’s I’m grinning at her like an idiot. ‘You are such a bitch!’ and I just nod.

‘Yeah, but I’m your bitch baby,’ I flirt and grab her hand. I get an eye roll in response as she humours me and we go onto the dance floor in search of fresh meat for me tonight.