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... asking for it," she then told Max. Both Max and Sophie just ignored her pretending not to be able to understand what she was saying over the music. Both got very close that night and were grinding and dancing all night with each other. Not even batting an eyelid at anyone else. I think they must have felt like the only two in the club. "Hey Steph," I said dragging her over to the bar. "I think Max and Sophie are together, look at them," I said to her whilst getting us more drinks. She peered over with a sense of shock on her face as she witnessed our other two friends absolutely going for it. They were snogging each others faces off. You could see they were horny, they were closer than ever. I could have swore that one of Max's hand was up Sophie's dress. Classy. In the middle of a club what a place to be getting it on I thought. We watched as they headed for the door, hand in hand and they disappeared into the night. So it was just me, Steph and her new building of a boyfriend, who to say the least didn't talk much. "Me and Bill are going to go back to my place. You can come with us if you want, we can carry on drinking?" Steph said to me whilst Bill gave her the dirtiest look. He obviously didn't me there cock blocking him. So I declined politely and let them on there way. So I was left in this dark, loud and smelly place. Drinking away my sorrows. When the bar man gave me a drink seemingly on the house. I looked up at him with a confused expression, he pointed to the ...

... opposite end of the bar to a figure sat on the end, with long, jet black hair wearing all black. From the distance and the alcohol coursing through my veins, I couldn't tell if it was a guy or a girl. So I downed the whiskey in front of me and headed toward them, carrying the drink they had bought for me. "Hey thanks for the drink, can I get your name so I can thank you properly?" I screamed at them over the music, respecting their space I didn't want to talk into their ear. The person looked up. It was a guy. He has a slightly chiselled jaw, sky blue eyes, which I'm sure were contacts, and his long black hair hid the rest of his face. He was what society would label an "emo". He stood up and grabbed my hand and walked me through to the back of the club, we walked through the crowds of sweaty, musky dancing people. Past the dark, 'naughty' rooms that had thick burgundy curtains obscuring the view inside. But the muffled sounds of ecstasy filled my ears as we walked past the rooms. The sound of someone getting off, male or female caused my cock to twitch, giving me a semi. We carried on walking down a stair case towards a door with "Personnel Only" written on it. "I'm not sure we are allowed in here," I protested. As the guy I had just met only minutes, if that, before, walked through the door into a very neat office. Scarlet carpet and blood red furniture littered the office. The unknown guy let go of my hand and walked towards the large wooden desk. He sat down on the other side ...