“Oh honey, you just gotta chill out and go with the flow.” The woman’s eyes flickered with the sexual hunger of a predator.
“Didn’t really know what to expect—just a little stage fright I guess.” Lana felt the need to justify her palpable shock as she looked over her shoulder to watch Rory run his hand down the young woman’s arm.
“Wanna know a secret? My first time was scary as hell, too, but now I can’t wait for the invitation to hit the doormat. It’s like Christmas coming early every single time.” Theelfin woman’s lips spread across her dainty face.
“The men seem a lot older than I expected.” Lana scanned the guests.
“Don’t you know, sweetheart, the older the guy, the more experience he has?” She inhaled deeply, raising her shoulders to her ears as if remembering a sexual exploit that gave her cause to shiver. “What’s your name, sweetheart?”
“Lana.” She held out her hand.
“Janice. I’m here with my hubby, Justin.” Janice didn’t opt for the handshake, she lunged in for a bear hug, finishing with a light kiss on Lana’s cheek. “Let me buy you a drink, sweetheart.”
She hooked her arm in Lana’s, giving it a subtle squeeze as they approached the bar. It was at that point when Lana realised Rory and his new friend had vanished.
Janice nattered freely about her chain of hair and beauty salons. She was quite the savvy entrepreneur, confidence dripping off every word. Lana, on the other hand, was quietly relieved that the conversation flowed around Janice, not that she had anything to hide aside from being a plain old office worker and not a money-spinning mogul.
It paid well enough. Rory owned a mechanic business and the property they lived in was left to him by his grandmother after she passed away, so their cash was pretty much their own bar the utility bills.
Although it didn’t exactly make them rich, not even in the same league as the big earners and high flyers that attended Verto Veneri. Lana and Rory were little fish swimming with great whites.
“Beauty is the future. Every woman wants to look and feel her best. We have multiple salons in both north and south of the border, offering everything, from injectables to eyelash extensions.” Janice beamed. “You must call into the Belfast branch for a Californian wax. Men love a smooth pussy.” She winked.
“Oh, Janice, if that was aimed at making me feel better…it failed.” Lana slumped down, resting her head in her hands.
Janice clipped Lana’s arm in swat. “Oh, wise up! A young hottie like you should be off sowing her sexy wild oats.”
Lana puffed air threw her nostrils. “I’m hardly young. I’m thirty.”
“Yeah, and I’m forty-five and what I’d give to be in my early thirties again with less wrinkles and more stamina.”