Part 1

It was in January, the night was cold and every breath turned into a big white cloud of mist. Even if the temperature was freezing the queue outside the nightclub was long. Somewhere in the middle Marc and Scott was trying to keep warm while waiting for their turn.

"Damn! I wish I was more wasted!" Scott mumbled.

"Umhm," Marc replied. "And have the doorman refusing you?"

"Ah, well... I meant this freezing cold..."

"Yeah I know."

"I guess I'd rater freeze like a dog and get in," Scott finally sighed.

Almost a quarter of an hour later it was finally their turn to be let into the warmth. They both smiled as they stepped inside. It was not just the higher temperature of the club that made them smile though. They looked around and wherever the looked there was fresh, sweet opportunities just waiting to be taken advantage of.

Marc handed over his jacket to the checkroom attendant and as he entered the actual nightclub he mentally rubbed his hands.

"Check her out," he mumbled and nodded at a tall girl with dark hair, sitting alone by the bar counter.

"She looks like the kind of woman that eat guys like you for breakfast," Scott joked.

"She can eat me anytime," Marc replied and started towards the woman.

Jamie was leaning against the bathroom wall with a beer in her hand. She frowned when once again a wisp of her copper hair, escaped from the knot in the back of her head, fell down the sides of her face and seemed to want to get into her eyes. She placed the rebellious lock behind her ear, not wanting to remake her hairdo again. She was eager to finish in here and get back out.

Alyssa was standing in front of the mirror. She was something of an opposite of her friend. She was short, and her straight hair was flowing freely down the sides and back of her head, reaching past her shoulders, almost to half her back. Her blue eyes would usually only flash quickly at anyone that watched her before she lowered them again. She leaned closer to the bathroom mirror, then sighed and glanced at Jamie beside her.

"My eyeliner is all fucked up," she mumbled.

"As if any of the horny guys here will notice?" Jamie replied and took a sip of her beer.

Alyssa frowned.

"So, you were saying?" Jamie prodded Alyssa.

"Well, ever since Thomas and I broke up..."

"Yes?" Jamie asked when Alyssa fell silent.

"I've been feeling..."

"Horny?"

"Jamie!" Alyssa cried. "I was going to say... empty."

"That's just a nice way of saying you're horny... you need someone to 'fill' your emptiness girl."

"My god!" Alyssa's light blue eyes grew wide with shock. "I do NOT need... that!"

Jamie smiled.

Marc was smiling at Kate, the tall woman by the counter.

"It's been nice talking to you," he said and got up. "But I've left my friend alone long enough."

"It was nice talking to you too," Kate smiled back.

"Do you have e-mail?" Marc asked and when Kate nodded he picked out a notebook and a pencil. "Write it down..." he said and placed the notebook on the counter in front of her.

"Why?" Kate smiled.

"So that I can send you eleven emails a day, of course."

"Uhum?"

"Trust me," Marc said. "It's gonna be okay."

Kate picked up the pencil and gave Marc another glance before she started writing.

"Write your number too," Marc added while catching the attention of the bartender.

Kate gave him another glance and he smiled at her. "I'm telling you, don't worry... You know, with that kind of jumpy attitude you should be happy any guy talks to you..."

At this Kate laughed, she had been approached by almost half a dozen guys the hour she'd been in the club. She wrote down her phone number under her mail address.

"Thanks," Marc smiled at Kate before turning to the bartender.

Jamie pushed a wisp of hair out of her face and looked at Alyssa who was leaning closely to the mirror trying to mend her eyeliner. She stared down at the toilet with a frown. She had to pee. She tore off several lengths of toilet paper and wiped the seat.

Finally she straightened her back. Was Alyssa watching her? It seemed as if Alyssa had twisted her eyes back into the mirror with a start but the movement was so small Jamie could not be sure. She smiled into the mirror and into her girlfriend's eyes while she pulled up her tight mini skirt around her waist and started to push down her black lace panties.

When Jamie's crotch was bared, Alyssa's eyes grew wide. Her gaze stuck between Jamie's legs, then darted back at the mirror as Jamie sat down on the toilet.

"What?" Jamie suddenly asked as she caught Alyssa's glances. A small smile was playing in the corners of her mouth.

"You're shaved?" Alyssa asked breathlessly.

Jamie parted her legs and looked down at her hairless mound.

"Yeah..." She caressed herself, making Alyssa swallow. "You like it?"

"It... it looks... isn't that prickly?"

"No," Jamie slowly smiled. "Wanna feel it?" she added with a sly grin.

"Jamie!" Alyssa gasped and turned back to the mirror.

Jamie couldn't wipe her grin off her face even after they had left the restroom and headed for the bar.

"What?" Alyssa yelled over the loud music.

"You're a prude," Jamie replied with a grin and started working her way through the mass of people standing in front of the counter.

Alyssa frowned at her girlfriend's back and started to follow her. What gave Jamie the right to call her a prude? She decided to ask Jamie what she meant when she was suddenly squeezed between two large guys. Alyssa ruthlessly pushed her elbow into the side of one of the guys - Scott. He twitched and turned to her.

"Sorry," Alyssa smiled and continued, but she was stopped when Scott took her by her arm.

"Listen," he said, dead calm expression on his face. "Either warn me in advance or at least try to grope me gently next time?"

"Grope you?" Alyssa gasped.

"Yeah," he added. "Just pretend as if nothing happened. I know why you're trying to reach the counter."

"Alcohol?"

"Well, all the guys are here... I bet you're groping every one of them!"

"You wish!" Alyssa frowned at him.

"I wish?" Scott replied without blinking. "I wish that women wouldn't take advantage of me as soon as I turn my back at them."

"Poor little baby, are the women bad with you?" Alyssa laughed.

"Don't belittle me," Scott warned and with one glance from her head to toe he sighed and left.

Alyssa stared after him until Jamie returned from the counter with two drinks in her hands.

"What was that about?" she asked and peered after Scott.

"An asshole," Alyssa replied and took her drink.

"Cute one too," Jamie said as they headed for a still empty table.

"Maybe, but way too conceited for my taste."

"You're such a prude!"

"Don't say that!"

Jamie laughed and met her eyes for another couple of seconds before she turned facing the room. "So, where's the cuties?"

"There's one?" Alyssa said and nodded in the direction of a tall, well-built man with a ponytail.

"I'd love to see him curing your emptiness," Jamie grinned.

"I can imagine. I'd probably had to lock the door to keep you out of the bed... bedroom."

"Would you?"

"Lock the door?" Alyssa asked.

"Keep me out of the bed?"

Alyssa swallowed, but before she had a chance to answer someone appeared by the table. Both girls looked up. A tall guy, with blonde short hair, somewhat drunk, was looking down at them. He leaned on the table, looking at Alyssa, then Jamie.

"You two have boyfriends, right?" he said, slightly slurring.

Jamie and Alyssa only shared a quick glance before they both nodded.

"Of course," Jamie smiled, her deep green eyes shimmering.

The guy swallowed at the intensity of Jamie's stare before straightening his back again.

"I just wanted you to know you're two damn fine women," he said, hesitated and left.

Jamie and Alyssa looked at each other again and started giggling.

"It's hard," Jamie gasped between giggles.

"Don't be like that," Alyssa tried to frown but giggled again.

"That was fun," Jamie sighed after she had regained her composure. "Let's dance?"

Half of the people in the club seemed to be on the dance floor and it could very well have been that they were. The space was huge and packed with moving, turning people. Spots of flashing green, red and blue light where playing over ecstatic faces. The music pumped and anyone in the room felt the pulse, and the urge to dance.

"There's your asshole," Jamie yelled to Alyssa and nodded at Marc and Scott dancing next to a group of several women. She grabbed Alyssa's hand and started to pull her towards the dance floor.

On the dance floor, Jamie tried to push Alyssa closer to Marc and Scott but Alyssa slipped out of her grip and with a mischievous grin she pushed Jamie into Marc. Marc turned around and looked at Jamie who smiled at him and shrugged her shoulders before facing back to Jamie, she was grinning broadly by then.

Marc turned away from Jamie as well but just seconds after he could feel what couldn't have been anything else than Jamie's ass grinding into his thigh. He turned again, tapped Jamie's shoulder and when she turned around this time he smiled and leaned into her.

"Stop pushing!" he yelled over the music and turned his back at Jamie again.

Jamie laughed, and so did Alyssa when Jamie told her what Marc have said. While Jamie and Alyssa's eyes met with a mischievous shimmer Jamie once more danced backwards until she ground her ass into Marc again. This time Marc didn't seem to notice at all but when Jamie gave up and danced back to Alyssa he moved backwards, mimicking her dance but exaggerating it. Alyssa started to laugh and just as Jamie wanted to know what she was laughing about Marc ground his ass into Jamie in return. She grinned, reached behind and squeezed.