Prompt= Tabby - Tony doesn't think he has a shot in hell with Abby. He's wrong. :)
Tony watched her gyrating on the dance floor, her leather corset gleaming in the flashing lights of the club. Some thrash metal met techno in a beat that pulsed through his body. A part of him wondered if he wasn’t too old for this.
Abby hadn’t invited him; she’d mentioned to it Kate and he’d started wondering if Kate was going with Abby, an if so what she’d wear and…well, one thing had led to another and Tony’d come to the club hoping.
For what? He didn’t even like Kate that way—the whole repressed Catholic schoolgirl thing had never been his kink. He’d always been drawn to much more complicated women, the unexpected his Spanish Fly.
Abby’d come alone, dressed in leather, her hair down her shoulders. She drank something that he imagined was Red Bull and Vodka, then shimmied her way onto the dance floor She danced with men and women, swaying with a hot blonde before spinning in the arms of a spiky-haired guy with a wispy beard.
Tony sipped his beer and watched the way she moved. There was just no way she’d ever go for him—he was way too vanilla for a girl like her. But he could look his fill. He loved the way her creamy breasts plumped at the top of the corset and the way her fuck-me boots made her legs look even longer, if that was possible.
As he realized his cock as hardening, he turned back to the bar, hunching over his drink. He should go—there had to be a good movie playing. He didn’t belong here, after all.
Decision made, Tony straightened, tossing a five into the tip jar. He started to turn to leave when a hot body pressed against him, intimately tightly, legs and abdomen fusing against his, the spicy gunpowder and fruity scent wrapping around him.
He turned, eyeing his friend, wondering what she might be thinking. “Abbs.”
“Wasn’t expecting you here.” She punctuated the phrase with a bump to his hip, her naked thigh coming too close to the family jewels for him to feel comfortable. As they strained closer, he eased back, looking at her.
“Well, I’m here.”
“Yeah, I saw,” she said with a decidedly naughty smirk. “Wanna get out of here, Tony?”
“With you?” he asked, feeling clumsy and kinda dumb.
“Yeah with me. Your place or mine?” she asked, her expression turning serious, sultry around the edges.
No Shot
Tony watched her gyrating on the dance floor, her leather corset gleaming in the flashing lights of the club. Some thrash metal met techno in a beat that pulsed through his body. A part of him wondered if he wasn’t too old for this.
Abby hadn’t invited him; she’d mentioned to it Kate and he’d started wondering if Kate was going with Abby, an if so what she’d wear and…well, one thing had led to another and Tony’d come to the club hoping.
For what? He didn’t even like Kate that way—the whole repressed Catholic schoolgirl thing had never been his kink. He’d always been drawn to much more complicated women, the unexpected his Spanish Fly.
Abby’d come alone, dressed in leather, her hair down her shoulders. She drank something that he imagined was Red Bull and Vodka, then shimmied her way onto the dance floor She danced with men and women, swaying with a hot blonde before spinning in the arms of a spiky-haired guy with a wispy beard.
Tony sipped his beer and watched the way she moved. There was just no way she’d ever go for him—he was way too vanilla for a girl like her. But he could look his fill. He loved the way her creamy breasts plumped at the top of the corset and the way her fuck-me boots made her legs look even longer, if that was possible.
As he realized his cock as hardening, he turned back to the bar, hunching over his drink. He should go—there had to be a good movie playing. He didn’t belong here, after all.
Decision made, Tony straightened, tossing a five into the tip jar. He started to turn to leave when a hot body pressed against him, intimately tightly, legs and abdomen fusing against his, the spicy gunpowder and fruity scent wrapping around him.
He turned, eyeing his friend, wondering what she might be thinking. “Abbs.”
“Wasn’t expecting you here.” She punctuated the phrase with a bump to his hip, her naked thigh coming too close to the family jewels for him to feel comfortable. As they strained closer, he eased back, looking at her.
“Well, I’m here.”
“Yeah, I saw,” she said with a decidedly naughty smirk. “Wanna get out of here, Tony?”
“With you?” he asked, feeling clumsy and kinda dumb.
“Yeah with me. Your place or mine?” she asked, her expression turning serious, sultry around the edges.
Maybe he did have a shot with her.