Twisted Tales of the Dark Star

The claustrophobic heat in Hustler's night club was stifling, overbearing.

Stood at the bar between my colleague and my associate I look around the mainly youthful midweek crowd and wonder if this was not one location too far on our night out.

"I haven't been in here for years," the brunette at my left states loudly, leaning into me so close, to be heard over dance music, that I catch the feint aroma of her floral perfume.

I sensed her reticence to enter the establishment twenty minutes earlier, but in truth we had both been cajoled into the venue by my Colleague, my immediate senior, Joe Roger's. A family man, but from what was popular believed his was a marriage hanging by a thread, I watch him leant across the bar trying to garner attention so as to request another round of drinks. Joe could never refuse the escape of a night out, especially after a heavy day of meetings and networking.

The so far, the alcohol fuelled night had been largely financed by the company account of Willoughby Fairclough, thanks to their employee Hannah Walker

Hannah was stunning, a perfectly proportioned physique, a classically good looking face that was framed by a shoulder length dark brown haircut that tonight she wore tied back into a ponytail. Dressed tonight in a black silk effect fitted blouse with a dark grey pencil skirt over black nylons. She was nothing short of the stuff of legend amongst my colleagues and I. Hannah had never been anything other than strictly professional, despite treading the ambiguous tightrope of flirtation and her own professionalism. There had been a crude long standing office joke of a sweepstake, with a significant payout, to anyone who could finally secure the notch of Hannah Walter's bed post. She constantly remained aloof and unobtainable though despite the best intentions of several of my colleagues.

Joe Rodger's even after several years of unsuccessful attempts firmly believed he would be the one to finally melt Hannah's defences. I felt differently but humoured Joe in his insistence. None more so than tonight as like a needy little puppy he had hung or her every word, fawned over her every suggestion and topic of conversation from pre dinner drinks, during the four course evening meal and then the haphazard string of drinking locations that had led us to the Club we now stood in, all hideously formally overdressed it soon became apparent. We stood out like sore thumbs amongst the youngsters who frequented the establishment.

"I can't stop out much longer" Hannah offered further, "I've a half seven breakfast meeting... you guys are killing me."

"Lightweight..." Joe offers a little to viciously as he finally gains attention and leans across the bar to order drinks. A short while later the dark haired girl behind the bar lines up three murky orange colour drinks that taste sour and yet very potent.

"Fuck me... what's that antifreeze?" I see Hannah's sneer of disapproval as she takes a first sip from the long slender glass. Joe simply chuckles, without even alluding to what it is that we are drinking.

"I think I'll be headed to my bed if I drink this" I offer holding up the cloudy drink before me.

"At least Joe's got more than one option to collapse face to down onto," Hannah chuckled.

I instantly get the subject of her loaded jibe, which had been a running joke at Joe's expense, all night long. On checking into his room before heading out for dinner and drinks Joe had been dismayed to discover that the double occupancy room he had booked had not ensured a King Size bed as he had expected, rather he was faced with a room that contained two single beds.

I chuckle at Hannah's comment, Joe is less than amused as once again how proclaims how he was a teenager last time he slept in a single bed.

"Wait... hold on wait..." Hannah suddenly announces out loud, setting her glass down she presses past me and heads immediately over to a group of three young girls stood around a table away to our left. As we watch her head at pace she calls out a name and is immediately wrapped into the embrace of a tall platinum blonde girl who she chases after. The young blonde greets Hannah with a beaming smile and a kiss on her cheek. The other girls nod and smile a little awkwardly.

I sense Joe's intentions immediately, not waiting for an introduction or to be called over, his attention has been caught by the three attractive young girls. I find myself following in his wake as he sets off to introduce himself, scooping up Hannah's drink as I do.

Hannah politely introduces to all of the girls in turn, Abi, Jenna and the slender blonde Ari who it transpires is her younger sister. In turn we are simply introduced as "Miles and Joe who are "Clients from work". On brief conversation it transpires that the three girls are all out together for a potential last night as over the course of the next week freshly secured qualifying exam results in hand they are due in the next week to go their separate ways in order to start life at University's across the county.

Joe's eyes fall a little uncomfortably over the long legged blonde as she stands talking enthusiastically with Hannah. Her friends are attractive, but Ari is simply stunning; dressed in a simple tight fitting red vest top on single spaghetti straps that clings to her ample chest and is cut high enough to reveal a toned flat midriff. Her slender legs enhanced by a very short white denim skirt, which reveals thin red straps of underwear underneath, her lower legs clad in black knee length boots with a silver spike stiletto heel.

Assuming what detail I can about her recent exam results and imminent university departure I place her around eighteen years of age. She still has a slightly youthful face that is hidden by heavy, perhaps unnecessary, makeup. Her platinum hair is cut into a short bobbed style to meet the tops of her shoulders.

I struggle beyond the cliche to consider suitable topics of conversation to engage with the girls. Although neither Ari or either of her friends pay Joe or I much attention. An occasional side eye is received from young Ari as she stands there, and I am conscious to try not to be caught staring at her perfect physique in the revealing ensemble. There is a confidence to the way she appears as she chats away to her equally as attractive sister, her left hand planted on her left hip over the criminally short white skirt.

As Joe and I are roundly ignored there's probably little wonder given the fifteen to twenty year age gap between us and them. None the less I spot his hideously obvious eye-line traverse the backs of young Ari's toned legs. Eventually Hannah picks up on the circumstances of ignoring her clients and she makes her apologies before backing away from her sister with the promise that they have to meet for lunch before she departs for university.

The three girls soon disappear off into the midst of the club that is growing busier despite it only being a Thursday night. My own eyes discreetly casting up the backs of the younger siblings' legs towards the skirt, that barely covers her ass as she walks away.

"Look..." Hannah announces, "...Guys I really do need to get going though."

There is a pang of disappointment at her words, not least as I will be left with only Joe's company for the rest of the night. While I am almost certain Hannah's intentions are only professional, and her time offered in the interests of corporate relations she has an effervescence about her and is very attractive physically. Good looks naturally running in the family I figure as I glance back over trying to locate her younger sister without success.

"One more drink?" Joe pushes an agenda, although knowing Joe as I do, he will not be for retiring to his single bed this early in the evening.

"One..." Hannah concedes rather sternly, "...I need the little girls' room.... Just make a better choice than your last."

She steps away with a pleasant smile to accompany her serious words that are I am sure offered only in jest. I follow suit, heading towards Gents facilities we had passed on arrival.

Minutes later as I reapproach the bar, I cannot be certain, but I am sure I witness Joe drop something into the middle of the three glasses that sit before him on the bar. On every step forward I take a concern grips me immediately. Questioning both the uncertainty of what I believe I may have witnessed and if Joe as caustic and vindictive as he can be at times would be so deceitful as to spike a drink. On the basis of years of experience I did not hold him morally in high regard, but I was certain I thought I knew my colleague well enough to know he would not be so deceitful.

Realising I stand there watching in the middle of the Club, I observe as Hannah crosses the space between, myself and Joe waiting at the bar. I am almost transfixed as I watch him hand her the middle of the three glasses. At first, she is cautious, just by nature of recent experience on taking a sip of the drink that looks to be cola based. Caution not from being aware herself of the hidden content but I assume natural caution following Joes last choice of beverage.

With a contemplative sip of the contents of the glass Hannah says something I cannot possibly hear from a distance in the noisy venue, but she then takes a far longer drink from the glass. My mind starts to focus, I do not want confrontation or to create an unnecessarily unpleasant scene especially as I cannot be confident in my accusation. My mind then switches to ensuring Hannah remains true to her word but stays for less then one more drink.

Approaching them both at the bar my plan is hastily formed but hopefully will be effective, as Hannah places down the now half consumed drink I feign a stumble as I approach, reaching out I let my left hand collide with the glass and spill its contents across the surface of the bar.

"You clumsy fucking twat." Joe immediately chastises me.

"Are you alright Miles?" Hannah sincerely enquires by contrast as I stand back upright feigning embarrassment alongside my clumsiness. Looking back even for the non existent object that might have tripped me.

"Yeah... yeah..." I offer apologetically to her, ignoring Joe. "Let me get you another drink."

"It's alright..." Hannah offers on a rueful smirk, "...maybe we should take that as a sign."

It is with slight relief that five minutes later Joe and I stand on the pavement outside of Hustlers night club and watch as Hannah departs in the back of the silver C Class Mercedes private hire Taxi.**

"I'm not going to any lap dancing clubs..." I offer fair warning to Joe at my side "...but will happily grab a dirty kebab."

"You seriously thinking about heading to the hotel?" Joe offers on a raised brow.

"Yeah," I reply, "Why... what are you thinking?"

"Well... now that the coast is clear..." Joe smirks with the grin of a teenage boy despite my knowing he is in his late thirties, "...I wouldn't mind getting better acquainted with the little sister."

Without another word I follow my colleague back into the night club, witnessing the inevitable rejection and his abysmal failure will be worth the hour or two's sleep I will miss in his pursuit of folly.

**********

My hands hold her wrists at her sides, I feel her softly pull at my grip as her wanton rasping breath causes her upper body to rise and fall rapidly with her back presses to my chest.

"Oh, my fucking god," she breathlessly and gently whispers.

"Look how soaked my fingers are." Joe crudely offers as he withdraws his hand from under her little white denim skirt. His fingers glisten from the reaction he has just impressively gained from the eighteen year old. Her little red G-string still sat around the tops of her knees I presume.

Her stifled pleasured little whimpers that had filled the room until moments earlier subsided as she recovers her breath from the stimulus provided. Ari's final squealed reaction as her mouth had fallen open bodes well for the remainder of her time in our company.

Her pale blue eyes, beneath a sweat soaked brow fall on mine as she looks back and presses her firm bright red lips press to mine, while leaning back over her right shoulder as on trembling parted boot clad legs she stands between Joe and myself. She passionately kisses me as I feel her tongue press gently into my mouth.

"Sweet fucking Lord..." I hear Joe proclaim moments later. I cannot see him, I try my best to ignore him, but I cannot, "...oh fuck me she's got beautiful tits."

As the platinum blonde breaks the kiss, she pulls a little again at the gentle grip I hold that keeps her arms at her side.

A grip I maintain as she faces Joe who I now realise has peeled the thin spaghetti straps of her vest down her upper arms and the front of her red cotton vest top down over her breasts.

"Fuck me... I'm gonna cum all over them," Joe crudely proclaims as his hands press firmly over her exposed breasts pushing them up and together then pulling hard on her nipples which causes her to gasp.

"Who says you are getting to cum anywhere?" the young blonde counters. There is a flirtatious cockiness to her persona even in the circumstances she finds herself.

Joe's right hand reaches out and cradles her slender jaw.

"Beautiful... I think you knew that was going to be happening when you came back here with us tonight." Joe says not without a certain menace lacing his words.

"Maybe," she almost deliciously teases looking from Joe back to myself. Behind her eyes which narrow seductively as she fixes them back on me, I can see the tell tale wide dilated pupils.

The vanity table behind Joe is littered with cocaine, multiple lines cut across the glass surface and largely consumed by young Ari. The narcotic provided to further lower the defences of the slender young girl but also invigorate her a little after the heavy supply of alcohol at the nightclub. She had with relative ease been persuaded in the early hours of the morning to return to the hotel room with us to "continue the party." A party commenced by Joe lavishing Ari and her friends with round upon round of free drinks, paid for not out of his pocket but by the company credit card he carried. All three girls becoming heavily inebriated over the final hour or so at the night club in our company.

The walk from the club had been short but Ari had required supporting nearly every step of the way including surreptitiously shepherding her through the hotel lobby. As we stand now in Joe's room the two single beds pushed against the corners of the walls of the room hold an ominous fate for the eighteen year old who we had prised away from her friends as the club emptied and closed at two in the morning.

The younger sister of Hannah Walker had played into our hands. Heavy cocaine consumption does seem to have sharpened her drunken mind a little. Joe had made the first move on her leaning into her, kissing her lips as she raised herself from over the vanity table, barely letting her wipe the underside of her nose of the remnants of the last thick line of cocaine she had inhaled.

Cocaine coursing through my own veins I had confidently interjected not minutes later, prising her from Joe's' grip into my own before kissing her deeply. The taste of sweet alcohol laced her lips, and I was soon lost into the passion she exuded. My hands exploring the slender curves of her young body, occasionally finding Joe's hands where I wanted mine to be as he sought her attention.

As she stands between us now recovering from the orgasm Joe had coaxed of her young body, with her perfect breasts exposed, the ante is being upped I appreciate, even if she does not. Joe's eagerness is beginning to dictate. My hands slip up her arms to her shoulders as Joe cradles her jaw still. His gaze locked on her.

"After the way I just made you cum... I think you're gonna let me cum on you...and in you." he crassly states gaining a weak nervous little smile from Ari as he snatches a pillow from the bed to his left that he drops at his feet. "So... Let's get you on your knees."

She holds still not responding to his statement physically as Joe releases her jaw and brings his right hand to her left shoulder next to mine. I watch as he applies a gentle pressure. Ari looks back to me, I make eye contact briefly and offer a reassuring nod.

With a further nod of encouragement to myself from Joe I assist placing my own pressure on the backs of her shoulders. Moments later with minimal resistance she steps from the red underwear around her ankles and succumbs to the inference by slowly dropping to her knees between us.

No sooner had she adopted a knelt position do I hear Joe lower the zip fly of his dark navy suit trousers. I've no idea where to look, uncertain I should watch him or her, feeling very much a third wheel all of a sudden.

"Oh, you little fucking...." He utters, as she softly moans his eyes fall shut on the moment he experiences "...oh you've done that before haven't you."

"Good?" I offer quietly to my colleague as he unbuttons and removes his pale blue shirt, flinging it to the single bed behind him.

"Fucking unreal..." Joe groans as I watch his hand slip through her short bobbed platinum hair, "...and she's only just gotten started."

I back away still feeling redundant, awkward, as I watch the young blonde on her knees giving oral pleasure to my work colleague.

The morality of such circumstances questionable even if it were not for the fact she had been introduced to us only hours earlier as the younger sibling of the Chartered Accountant that we have partnered alongside for the last two years.

Knelt before Joe I watch as her slender hands stabilise herself against the sides of his thighs though and she continues without resistance as her head is guided back and forth on a slow steady pace.

Joe does not fall silent, encouraging her verbally as she provides what I do not doubt will be pleasure. I cannot help but become aroused myself, awkward in the company of my colleague but eagerly anticipating for myself just how her mouth might feel.

Joe's words from the club echo in my mind, our hastily formulated plan decided upon as she had disappeared to the toilets shortly before leaving the venue. "If we get her back to that hotel, we'll fucking destroy her..." Joe had sardonically enthused, "...use her young body how she's never been used before."

Backing away I sit at first on the single bed behind me, then lay across the surface while staring up at the ceiling as Joe's groans and the soft wet sucking noises that emanate form her young mouth fill the dimly lit hotel room.

Several minutes later I hear her take a deep breath, raising my head from the pillow of the bed I watch as she is guided back to her feet by Joe before he turns her to face me.

"Now..." he says over her left shoulder, "...Show my friend what a talented mouth you've got."

His hand falls over the back of her shoulders, pushing her forward she does not resist, her dilated gaze locked on mine as she is pressed on slightly stumbling feet towards me.

Reaching the bed, she stoops a little and then decides to take to her knees a little from the edge of the bed. Ignoring Joe I look up into her glassy eyes as my hands hurriedly unbuckle the belt and fly of my own black trousers.

A little mischievous grin passing her lips as she leans forward and slips the delicate fingers of her right hand over my length the moment I expose it to her. Her touch is unnecessary I am as hard as I can be for her already.

"Hmmm bigger," she mischievously offers.

I do not look to Joe, I can only imagine the sneer that would etch his features were I to. I keep my focus on Ari as she gently strokes her fingers up and down my length. Resting my head back on the pillow, unbuttoning my shirt hurriedly and closing my eyes the moment I feel her lips purse around my tip then press down my shaft as she lowers her head and takes me willingly into the warmth of her mouth.