Chapter 2 Such a hot guy

Nora

"Oh, yes, of course. Our friend has arrived!" Laura was the first to speak between the two of us; we had been taken by surprise by the gentleman in front of us. The nightclub doorman cleared his throat and spoke.

"Welcome, Mr. Ranges." He cleared space so that Mr. Ranges, who was the handsome man who was standing in front of us, could pass through the gate and enter the club. Mr. Ranges approached the doorman, thus approaching us accordingly.

"I see you were making my friends uncomfortable; was that right?" He spoke to the doorman; he was so close to me that I could smell his perfume. He smelled so enticing that it made me dizzy.

"Oh, of course not, sir..." The doorman stammered in distress; it was obvious that this Mr. Ranges was an important man to make that giant man, who was the doorman, shake the way he was shaking with fear. "It was just a misunderstanding; you and your friends can come in, please."

"That's what I thought. Come on, darlings." He stood in the middle between me and Laura and rested his hand on my back, guiding us to the club's entrance. When he touched his hand on my bare back, I could feel his cold, big, strong hand there, leaving me with chills. For a moment, I thought about what that hand would look like grabbing my buttocks. I wanted that... I sneaked my hand across my cheeks to get the redness out of my face, all the while walking into the upscale area that was the club's VIP area. There were people drinking and talking everywhere, and half-naked women were putting on a pole dancing show to the delight of the gentlemen there, who smoked cigars and drank while they watched the show.

"Thank you, sir." Laura thanked the guy who was with us with a smile.

"No need to thank me. Why don't you come join me and my friends? We love the company of girls as beautiful and attractive as you are." He invited us without wasting time.

"Oh, we don't need to bother, Mr. Ranges." I said it, not wanting to offend.

"Actually, we'll take it. If it's not too much trouble." Laura was immediately accepting; I scolded her with a look, but the man threw his head back slightly and laughed at my drama with Laura.

"Come with me; I insist, please." He turned to me once more; it was amazing how easily my gaze locked with his. "You can call me Craig." He finished his speech.

Craig. So that was his first name... Craig led us to a quieter part of the club, where there were a few gentlemen sitting on a comfy plush sofa almost the same color as my lipstick. There were three gentlemen there, becoming four as Craig, Laura and I joined them, and one more woman who was sitting there. The girl, when she saw us arrive, scowled at me and Laura, looking at us with envy and apparent hatred. She looked like those women full of botox to stay beautiful, while Laura and I didn't have any botox; everything in us was natural.

"Hey Craig! I thought you weren't coming anymore." Craig's friends greeted him; they were grown men, just like Craig himself.

"I wouldn't miss such a binge." He responded to them, also excited.

"You appeared still and well accompanied." Their friends were already looking at us with malice when they greeted us. Laura and I sat next to them.

"They're my new friends." Craig said, smiling at us, and then raised his hand for the waiter to come and attend to us.

"Do you even know their names, buddy?" One of his friends said, laughing, that he looked slightly upset.

"They're clearly some whores he picked up along the way." The woman there, who was looking at us with rancidity, spoke for the first time since we arrived.

"What is it, Jane? Are you not going to offend Craig's friends, right?" One of the guys scolded her, and she just rolled her eyes, continuing to be cocky.

"It's okay, we have a name." My friend was talking. "I'm Laura and she's Nora." The waiter brought us an alcoholic drink, which I thanked, because if I had to choose to listen to that unsalted woman talking about me and my friend, I would prefer the drink, and that drink tasted like rich people. I smiled and went back to drinking when I felt Craig sitting well close to me, so close that our bodies were touching, so I went back to drinking my drink to control the urge I had to slide on the couch and sit in his lap.

"Your names are cute." The boys said it excitedly.

"I particularly loved your name." Craig had leaned in slightly and said that in my ear. "I wish I called that name more often." I ended up giggling, his warm breath blowing in my ear as he spoke, making me sly.

"Serious?" I asked, smiling at him. His bold hand went to stop over my thigh, and he slowly slid his strong hand there, making me shiver all over. As the night wore on, things became more interesting, perhaps because of the drink or the timing itself, but things started to heat up. Craig kept whispering naughty words in my ear. He smelled and kissed my neck, making me shiver and making me more excited than I was for him. I ended up doing what I wanted most, which was to sit on his lap. Now that he and I were hooking up and flirting over there, sitting down, I could feel his erection forming under my ass. His erection felt so firm and hard, it felt like I was sitting on top of a sharp rock. It was impossible not to rub myself a little over his erection, even more so with the naughty things he was saying to me.

I peeked over my shoulder to see that my friend looked just like me, if not a little more. She was sitting on the lapse of two men with her legs slightly apart, kissing one on the mouth and then kissing the other; one of them had his mouth on her breasts, sucking them; her top had been pushed aside by those insatiable men's hands, while one of them kept his hand between her legs, rubbing her fingers on my friend's pussyfoot. Laura looked as happy as a kid who's just been given candy, much to my delight. Meanwhile, Jane was in an obscene position, wiggling around in the last guy's lap; she was even groaning shamelessly.

"Are you comfortable?" I heard Craig ask me; he wanted to know if I was uncomfortable with everything that was going on there. I thought that was so sweet of him, so I looked at him and smiled.

"You will leave me?" I asked, and he shook his head.

"No, I won't; I have no plans to leave you." We smiled at each other, and then I ended up kissing him right there; that was our first kiss.