Chapter 2

“Perhaps they should, Daphne.” I replied, trying my hardest to focus on her eyes rather than her breasts which were even more gorgeous and full up close. I was acutely aware of her body inches from mine, the heat of her radiated around me. I struggled to say something else.

“So, was your name inspiration for the club?” I asked, gesturing around me.

Daphne raised one pointed eyebrow at me.

“Like the nymph that turned herself into a tree to escape Apollo’s infatuation.” I continued. Trying to think of something else to say.

“Yes actually.” She turned toward the bar as the second tray of drinks was placed in front of us.

“Most people don’t make the connection,” she smiled. “Do you like Greek history?”

I smiled, a topic I knew something about. “Yeah I love it. I teach it actually.”

“Teach it? Thats cool.” Daphne motioned to the bartender who began making two more shots.

“You’ll have to try this shot then. I call it Apollo’s Downfall.”

“I thought you might be.”

Glancing around the crowd as I waited, not sure what to say next, I noticed Jill hooking up with a girl at our table. Feeling slightly relieved, I turned to pick up my Apollo’s Downfall.

“What should we drink too?” Daphne asked as we raised our glasses.

“How about to Spring, since tonight is the Equinox.”

“To Spring.” We chimed in unison as we downed our shots.

The sharpness hit my tongue and burned my throat as I swallowed. Her head tilted back to swallow her shot and I was mesmerised, watching her. Taking the opportunity to roam my eyes over her body hungrily, I imagined running the tip of my tongue along those tattooed branches, under her sheer green corset. I could see them clearly this close. My hands ached to grasp her hair, her breasts or her hips as I suckled one of her nipples, her clit.

I wanted her desperately.

I raised my eyes and was met by an amused gaze, triumphant and knowing.

“Wow. What was in that shot?” I asked, throat dry my voice came out husky with my desire.

“Absinthe, ouzo and a secret ingredient. No other drink has it.” She smiled as she lifted her tray. “I better go, and I really should let you get back to your girlfriend and friends.” Daphne said as she turned away.

“I don’t have a girlfriend.” I answered, “But my friends will be wondering what I’ve done with their drinks.” I joked.

Daphne turned her head back, long black braids and coloured ribbons flicking over her shoulder as she did.

“Oh I thought the blonde was your girl. Looked like it on the floor.” She called out as she moved through the crowd.

Lifting my tray I followed her back to my table.

“Finally Aria!” Nicole cried out as I placed the tray down.

“Almost sent out a rescue team for you.” Bobbi joked.

“Yeah we were gonna make posters with your picture on them and everything.” Jill finished.

“Alright, alright.” I waved my arms in surrender, “Next time one of you pays then.” I shot back. My limbs felt light and airy, and I glanced over at Daphne who was back with her group, handing out the Black Mamba’s. Electric chills shivered along my spine as I looked at her. I wanted to go back over to her, I felt drawn to her, like a compass drawn North. My breath came in shorter gasps as I stared.

“You should try talking to her.” Jill said to me. Startling me from my reverie. The girl she had picked up was feeling her up, kissing the back of her neck. Careless of the crowd. I did my share of the shots, one after the other, after the other and sculled half my whiskey and coke before answering her.

“I did speak to her. Her name’s Daphne.”

Nicole and Bobbi stopped making out and stared at me, Jill stopped her pick up from feeling her up.

“What? That explains why you took so long at the bar then.” Jill squealed excitedly.

“Strike out?” Bobbi asked.

“No. Thanks for your vote of confidence by the way.” I scoffed, “I think she was watching us dance before.”

“Well, since the shots are gone, I was gonna suggest dancing again.” Nicole said. Leading Bobbi to the floor by her hand, and pulling her into the pumping crowd of dancers.

“Let’s go,” Jill said over her shoulder, doing the same with her new girl.

What the hell I thought as I followed my friends into the swaying masses.

As Perfect Circle played out of the club’s speakers, I swayed along as if in a trance. I felt so alone as I looked around me. I noticed people everywhere were hooking up, grinding on each other, half of them were practically having sex on the dance floor. Bobbi and Nicole certainly were. Jill and her conquest were nearly there as well. I felt wrong and out of place amongst the masses of people enjoying each other, a lemon in a bowl full of apples, I needed to get some air so I left the floor and found myself outside in the smokers area which was practically empty.

“Are you feeling okay? You look a little peaky.” Daphne’s voice seemed to wrap around me like vines, little leaves of firey desire tickling the sensitive skin around my ears, blazing down around my breasts, my stomach and my hips.

“I could really use a glass of water, I guess.” I said as I turned to find her standing close to me, holding a glass of water.

Daphne smiled, her teeth were white and straight and her lips full and inviting as she offered me the water.

“How did you know?” I asked as I took the water and sculled half of it down in one long swallow.

Daphne shrugged. “It’s my job.” She laughed, and a cute blond guy walked out. She moved closer to me to let him pass by her, hooking her foot on the bottom bar around the high table we stood at. Casually the inside of her thigh rested against the outside of mine, the vines of fire I could feel around me snaked their way down my legs, between my thighs. My nipples stiffened under the strapping and razor sharp desire sliced through to the centre of me. My hands shook slightly from the strain of resisting the urge to drag my nails lightly up her thigh to her enticing womanhood. I sipped my water for something to do.

I didn’t know what she was saying, all I could focus on was the way her hair brushed my shoulder as she leant close to my ear to talk to me. The smell of sunlight surrounded me, as though shining through a canopy of trees and flowers, like river water soaked into fresh dirt. I felt her arm rest upon my back, her fingers absently twirling locks of hair at the bottom of my short hair line. I readjusted the green strap-on I wore beneath my pants, the delicious pressure building around the end inside me lessened.

Her hot breath moistened my neck, her ample breasts brushed my bicep and I reached for her, unable to stop myself. Drawing her fully against me, my arm locked around her hips, my hand lightly rested on the swell curve of her buttocks. I bought my lips close enough to faintly taste her lipstick when I licked my lips, before she pressed her lips to mine. Her mouth opened to me, and as her tongue wrestled with mine her other hand slid under my waistcoat massaging my chest through the strapping. Her grip on my neck strengthened, hardened to be as unyeilding as oak as we claimed each others lips, tongues and breath.

“Come to the floor, lover.” Daphne purred as she led me inside. The music was louder and crowds of people pressed against me as I followed her onto the dance floor. She turned to face me in the middle of the pulsating crowd, running her hands firmly over her breasts and down her hips as she swayed to the music.

My feet followed her, my hands ran over her hips as I danced slightly away from her. Her strong fingers interlaced with mine, my hands were drawn with hers over her rounded stomach, her full breasts. I heard her moan as she squeezed them gently, could feel the hardness of her nipples under my palms as Daphne moved them over the light fabric back down to her hips. Releasing my hands she drew me closer by my hips. Tracing her hand lightly over the front of my pants, my strap-on firm beneath her grasp. I felt it move inside me as she tugged on it lightly, my pussy convulsed slightly and felt incredible around the hard, warm strap-on end inside me and Daphne smiled.

I enfolded her strong body in my arms, kissing the base of her neck, over her collarbone I ran my tongue, nipping lightly at her shoulder. My hands roamed over her body, stopping now and then to massage and tease. Her moans were loud in my ear as her hands found my body, fervently stroking my back and my shoulders. We swayed, locked together. Her pelvis brushed mine, we moved in time to the music. People around us groped at us as we kissed passionately. Somebody reached from behind to unbutton my waistcoat as Daphne’s hands grabbed me firmly by the ass, grinding against my strap-on, I let it slide over my arms, not really caring who was removing it. A cute redhead was undoing Daphne’s corset from behind her as my hands came back to her torso. The redhead smiled at me over Daphne’s shoulder, undoing the last hook she slid her hands up over Daphne’s sides before teasingly removing the sheer fabric. Revealing the dark green tree tattoo in its full glory. It was beautifully done, the twisting branches and leaves fanned over her breasts and I traced my fingers lightly down over the delicate knotwork that filled the trunk and flowed smoothly into the roots that ended just above the band of her skirt. The redhead grasped both of Daphne’s breasts firmly in her small hands and tweaked the stiff pink nipples as I snarled lightly at her. Daphne moaned loudly as I licked around and between the redheads fingers, suckling and tonguing the dusky pink flesh of her nipples. My hands stroked the beautiful orbs, the skin lightly tanned and her jade pendant caught the light, gleaming slightly. Somebody ran their hands over my back, coming to a stop on each side of my torso and then I felt a moist warmth start at the bottom of my spine, a swirling tongue found the hollow there and I swore softly as I groaned from pleasure. The smell of female musk filled the atmosphere and my cunt was soaked when Daphne reached for my belt buckle. Urgency filled us both and somehow I guided us towards the front of the floor as she undid my fly, peeling the leather over my hips and freeing the strap-on slightly. Solidly we slammed up against the stage where the dj booth was, I pushed her up against it, lifting her ass onto the stage so I could reach her with my mouth. I roughly pulled her skirt off, tossing it on the floor behind me. I took a moment, burning the image of her in my mind. Long black pencil braids and coloured ribbons streaming over her smooth naked rounded body, her emerald eyes awash with undiluted lust for me, the tattoo moving as she breathed heavily and she bit her lip as I ran my hands up over her inner thighs and hooked my fingers around the black lace thong. Her ample breasts quivered and heaved as I pulled it slowly down, exposing a neat trim landing strip of short black hair and a glistening, heavily swollen slit I couldn’t wait to slide my tongue into.