Speaking of beautiful people…
I perk up and stand up straight with a smile as a few people walk through the door, an absolutely stunningly gorgeous woman leading them. She’s tall and lean just a single glance from her makes me feel weak in the knees. She’s got dark hair cascading down her shoulders and a set of dark brown eyes that make me feel like I could get lost in them, and a smile that could melt hearts. I can already feel my cheeks blushing and I take a breath in an attempt to steady myself.
How pathetic is this; a beautiful woman walks in and I turn to a pile of mush before she even talks to me.
She’s got a gorgeous guy with her and another woman who looks like she belongs on the cover of Vogue, though none of them look delicate; I’m not sure what it is, but they give off a ‘don’t fuck with me’ kind of vibe that is both alluring and terrifying.
They approach the desk and I give them my best smile, nodding when they ask me if the demonstration is open to all.
“It is, and, ah,” I stammer a bit, cheeks blushing furiously as I try to focus on something other than the gorgeous woman looking at me, “Yes it’s open to everyone. It’s just downstairs there.”
“Excellent, and do we need to sign in or anything, or can we just go right in?”
The tall woman I noticed earlier l
ocks eyes with me and she smirks, and I suddenly feel a lump in my throat and everything feels warmer. I can’t seem to focus on anything else other than the fact that this woman is probably the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen I my entire life. She’s literally every fantasy I’ve ever had rolled into one single person, and the thought of holding her attention has taken over all other reasonable thought.
All of a sudden the guy is clearing his throat again with a chuckle and I realize that not only have I been ignoring his question but I’ve been staring at this mystery woman, who’s been giving me eyes and smirking the entire time. I’ve got a spiel that I always give that never fails me, but no matter how many times I try to open my mouth to say something, nothing comes out but a dreamy sigh as I gaze at this woman.
Fuck, I’m an idiot.
Rachel notices me floundering and she quickly comes over and gives the three of them the information that they need to go in, and I can’t help but blush and feel a deep-seated embarrassment when they all chuckle and glance at me. Well, the stunning woman isn’t laughing at me, she’s just smirking, but her little entourage is, and I hate it. Why did that beautiful woman turn me into such a blubbering idiot? All she did was look at me and it was like my entire world came careening towards me in a lust fueled haze. Pathetic.
Rachel directs them downstairs and when they leave I groan, my hand dragging down over my face as I bury nit against the counter and wish that I wasn’t such an awkward idiot.
Rachel looks at me then, brows raised as she gently places her hand on my shoulder.
“Hey, maybe you need a break?”
I nod with a sigh and stand up, giving her an apologetic smile before I leave the front area, desperately searching for Abbie so that I can vent. I don’t think I’ve ever been so humiliated in my life, and it was the final straw for today. It’s been one thing after another, and I just can’t seem to catch a break. Abbie will know what to do though, she always does, and at the very least she’ll let me vent a bit and cheer me up.
At least until I embarrass myself in front of a pretty lady again.
Chapter # 4
Four
Rafaela
This club is definitely my scene and the more we walk through and scope the place out, the more I’m looking forward to spending some more time here. Not only is the location itself nice, but the people here are great; beautiful, hilarious, and a variety of types to peruse and converse with. I can definitely see myself coming back here not only for the people, but for the demonstrations.
The presentation is well done and tasteful, and sometimes it’s hard to achieve both depending on the club’s demographic. Having been to my fair share of clubs I’ve seen everything from places that seem like swanky resorts to dives that make your skin crawl just walking in. This place is a happy medium and my cousins and I are having a great time getting to know the crowd and exploring all of the things it has to offer.
My cousins are of course combing the crowd to try and find a girl that they think will be impossible to impress, but personally I’m more focused on the demonstrations that are being offered. It’s tasteful and well done, and the woman doing the demonstrations is very professional and knowledgeable.
Having said that; as wonderful as the demonstrations are I can’t help but keep thinking about that cutie back at the front desk. Not only was she absolutely fucking beautiful, but she was adorable and sweet, which is a hard combination to be able to pull off. That, and the fact that she stumbled over her words and blushed furiously when I simply looked at her was enough to pique my interest. It’s always nice to be able to reduce a girl to a stuttering, blabbering mess with just a glance, and it never fails to catch my eye.
The girl at the desk was particularly sweet too, and I can’t help but wonder what she’d look like with her cheeks flushed for an entirely different reason.
I can’t seem to get her off of my mind so I manage to slip away from my cousins and I head back upstairs to the main area with the bookstore, smiling when I see that beautiful face standing behind the counter. My smile falters a bit however when I hear the girl talking to someone about all of her money troubles she’s apparently having. The poor girl is living paycheck to paycheck and not even making it; from what I can hear it seems like she doesn’t really know what she’s going to do.
My heart aches for her and I wish I could help. I’ve never been poor before, given what my family does, so I can’t even imagine what she’s going through. She’s nearly in tears and the poor thing is making it out to seem like if she doesn’t come into some money soon she’s going to be in real trouble, and I feel an almost overwhelming urge to do something. What can I do though? It’s not as if I can just walk up and offer her cash; that would be weird and I’d probably be seen as some weird creeper who just stands around listening to people’s conversations. That, and people typically don’t just accept cash from random strangers.
So how do I make my entrance, and how do I help her?
Luckily I don’t have to try and figure that out because her friend nudges her with a smirk when she notices me, and the cute little brunette finally looks over. Her cheeks flush a deep crimson and I can’t help but feel a wave of want rush over me, though I push it aside; not the time or the place.
I saunter over and smirk at her, offering my hand and a grin that I just know will turn those cheeks even pinker, and she takes my hand when I offer it. Her grip is cautious and her hands are soft, and my mind floods with all sorts of images that I have no right thinking about just then. And yet, here I am, still imagining how those soft hands would feel caressing the inside of my thigh, or braced against a set of ropes while she tugs against them.