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dance floor, bodies lit by the state-of-the-art lighting, swaying and dancing to the rich sound of Low . Heads turned in their direction for they truly did look stunning.
    The two well built, exceptionally good looking young men, made their way to the few steps that ascended to the VIP area, an exclusive part of the club that James had not frequented before the arrival of Benito, he liked the privacy that the leather booths offered and insisted on paying the premium to use them.
    Drawing attention from all angles, they made their way up the steps. Girls dropped their boyfriend’s arms and gazed in awe at the handsome, incredibly well-dressed Italians. Single girls gravitated towards the steps, wanting to get a closer look at the pair, the looks and advances ignored by the two young men, as to be approached was not part of the “ game ”.
    Scanning the place from the steps, Benito observed the place, alive with a mix of people of all ages. A fully staffed bar ran the length of the club, the bar tenders all busy mixing cocktails with the odd bit of flaring for entertainment taking place
    “Fancy some fun tonight?” Benito turned to James, grinning before looking over the dance floor again, he scanned the club taking in the groups of girls dancing together. Nudging James, he raised his voice above the music. “Shall we entertain a young lady or two,” he spoke slowly, waving his hand around, looking between the throng of dancers and James and then pointing at a pretty blonde girl—a petite young woman with a perfect figure. Well, perfect in his eyes, small breasts and a tiny waist, dressed in a bright blue sparkly mini dress, more flesh showing than was probably necessary, something that he could overlook, for tonight anyway. After all, this was only going to be a one night stand and, if all went to plan, that dress would be on the floor before long! “I want to entertain her .” He looked to James. “What about you? Have you chosen your girl yet?”
    Smiling, a delicious grin crossed James’ face—he really did like this game! No commitment at the end of the evening, or the morning, if he was really lucky! Gazing across the dance floor and bar, he tried to single out a girl as he looked across the dancing groups. He liked blondes too, looking left to right at the girls who danced and swayed their arms in the air, their heads thrown back and their eyes closed, lost in the music. “Her,” he pointed to a young woman, fair skinned with the lightest blonde hair, slim but not skinny, “That one! I want that one.”
    Moving away from the exclusive area and as if on a mission, both men made their way through the sea of dancers, turning heads as they squeezed between bodies, smiling politely, seductively at the women who stepped aside, letting them through and carefully extracting themselves from those who pawed at them. Neither Benito or James seemed to object to the groping received from the odd woman as they gained ground on the girls they had singled out—Benito making contact with his chosen one first.
    Approaching her, her back was facing him. She was unaware of his presence until she felt the warmth of his body behind her, and then him snaking his hand lightly around her waist, his touch so gentle yet firm. Initially, stunned at the approach, the shock of being touched from behind, she stopped moving, pleasantly surprised at the softness, the gentleness of the touch around her waist.
    Turning around slowly she found herself face to face with the amazing looking Italian. Stopping her twist directly in from of him she gasped, partly in shock and partly in awe at the handsome face in front of her, standing much taller than her despite her heels. Benito looked down, greeting her with his gorgeous smile. “Hello,” his husky voice raised above the music, the Italian accent evident. Stunned, yet overwhelmed by the man who wrapped his arm around her waist, she smiled back stopping her swaying and her dancing. The