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good thing
about it was that it was close to the center of town — the Indian restaurant was only a two minute walk, and
according to Parker there were lively clubs and bars within walking
distance. In the past, I would have retired immediately with a
book, but those days were gone — now I was
eager to see some of those clubs and bars.
    “So, here we
are in a strange city, miles from home, and husbands, and dumped
boyfriends,” I said. “Where should we go next?” Parker seemed to be
the expert, so I addressed the question to her.
    “Well, if
we’re going to get you laid, there’s a club I know that heaves on a
Thursday. Who’s up for it?”
    Keira begged
off, citing recent sleepless nights with the baby, and
Malcolm — as expected — opted to retire to his room for some time alone with
his laptop.
    “Sorry
ladies,” Chloe said. “But I’m all about the pussy, and I have a
date with a different sort of club. Don’t misbehave too much.” She
stood up, dropped fifteen pounds on to the table to pay for her
portion of the meal, and headed for the door.
    “Looks like
it’s just you and me, Clara,” Parker said. “Are you sure you’re up
for this? It’s not exactly your scene.”
    “My scene has
changed.” I leaned over the table and ran a finger over her hand.
“You said you’d get me laid tonight, and I’m going to hold you to
that. I’m the boss, remember. You have to do what I say.”
    “Let’s go
then.” She sounded excited.

Chapter 7
    We were dancing
together as if we were lovers, blonde and brunette flowing with the
music, hips moving seductively, bodies intertwined with each other,
hands moving down backs, over hips and thighs. Parker was about
five inches taller than me and her body was full and voluptuous.
She was wearing a tanned sleeveless dress that didn’t quite reach
her knees. I’d removed my glasses and let her lead, responding to
the movements of her body.
    “Guys love a
show,” she’d said earlier. “Two hot girls doing their thing. It’ll
drive them wild. Trust me.” I did. I wasn’t sure if we were friends
yet, but our relationship had changed since the previous week. She
really was a fun person to be around.
    Within a few
minutes the first of many supplicants appeared and danced next to
us, trying to draw us out, away from each other and into their
embrace. But Parker wasn’t willing to accept just anyone. If they
didn’t meet her standards, she barely gave them a glance,
continuing to gyrate against me, shaking her head when I looked
like I might turn around and face the guys.
    It was a good
half hour before the two foreign looking men appeared. They danced
together until they reached us — something no
English guys would do — then circled slowly,
dancing for us, trying to lure us in. This time, Parker didn’t
ignore them. She moved us between them, and turned me to face the
tallest of the two. He was huge, well over six feet, and he wore a
plain white t-shirt that showed off the muscles of his arms and
abdomen. I’d guess he was in his mid-twenties and he loomed over me
as we danced, his musky scent flooding my senses. I let him take
over from Parker, moving his hands over me, resting my head on the
expanse of his chest. We danced for minutes or hours — I couldn’t tell. When he kissed me I felt like I’d
arrived in heaven. There was none of the fumbling and groping that
I’d come to expect from Phillip. This man knew what I wanted. A
heat spread over my body as he nibbled at my lips, tasting me and
touching me, licking my neck and pressing himself against me. I
thought briefly of the man on the tube train last week, but this
was nothing like that. There was no insistent cock using my back
for kicks. This was a real man, and I wanted him.
    Parker tapped
me on the shoulder, waking me from the hazy daze that I was in.
“We’re going back to their place,” she said, smiling at me. I
nodded my head, barely hearing her above the music.
    “This is
Niko,”