The Filmstar

When it came to near closing, we all rallied around, trying to decide where we would go. Kalkars sounded like a good first plan, and if we couldn’t get in there, Evolve. I followed the others out the door, glancing back to see David finishing his drink and heading for the exit after us. I smirked, wondering, would he follow us to the club? Walking down the road, I didn’t dare look behind me, that feeling of being followed tingling up my arms to the back of my neck. I didn’t want it to end by looking behind me to find he was no longer there. Kalkars was a quick walking distance from O Bar, so we were there within minutes.

“Sorry guys, only guest list tonight. We’re packed.” We groaned, that would mean another ten minute walk before Evolve, the cold night air quickly sobering me up already.

“I think I’m on the guest list,” A calm American voice came from behind us. “Would I be allowed to bring some guests?” I turned, my man was standing less than a foot behind me, his eyes glistening as they met mine.

“Oh, of course Mr Keane. These ladies are with you?” The doorman asked, smiling cordially.

“Yes they are, I would like them added to the permanent guest list if you would.”

“Of course, Mr Keane, of course.” He quickly took our names onto a second list and informed us it would appear on the guest list from tomorrow night, but tonight we were special guests. “Will you be requiring a VIP suite, Mr Keane?” I smiled in bemusement to my friends, they had no idea what was going on, but no one was complaining. Permanent guest list at Kalkars is like being handed a hundred pound note with no strings… you don’t hand it back.

We filed into Kalkars and up to the coat room, free coats for guest list nights. Excellent. I turned and smiled to David, biting the corner of my lip when he smirked and placed his hand on the small of my back to hand over his jacket. Within minutes of entering the club I had lost everyone I knew, including David. The masses of people writhing to the music was impossible to imagine on a usual night, not to mention that I recognised half of the people here from the tabloids. I had just managed to reach the bar when the familiar hand connected with my lower back. I spun to face him, his blonde hair still immaculate despite probably having to push through fifty people to reach me. He smirked and turned, another cosmopolitan pressed gently into my hand as I laughed.

“You have a private waiter for this or something?” I smirked as he lent down, his breath rushing past my ear.

“I can hire one if you like.” He murmured, his lips brushing the skin of my jaw. I shivered despite the heat of the room, his hand sliding up and through my hair almost too soft to feel it.

“That would make going to the bar rather pointless. And how am I meant to meet people?” I smirked, taking most of my concentration to keep my breath as steady as possible.

“It would surely make the night,” He paused, his lips pressing more insistently into my jaw, “more eventful.”

“I’m sure it would.” I murmured, my voice finally getting the better of me and breaking into an amused whisper. His hand was back in my hair, trailing down along the curves of my neck and down around the contour of my breast before resting on my hip. I placed my hand on his chest, the other furiously trying to hold my drink steady. Without a word, was behind me, hand on my back and steering me through the masses. He guided me through the throngs to an empty booth. I slipped in, my skirt riding up around my thighs as I took a seat at the back. He slid in after me on my right, placing his drink down and slipping his arm around my back, sliding his fingers tantalisingly slowly over my neck. I took a sip of my drink, trying to watch the surroundings, but inevitably, my eyes were drawn back to his as he turned my face with his fingers and brushed his lips against mine. A sizzle shot through me, finally feeling the heat of the club and the coolness of his fingers sharply contrasting each other. His kiss trailed from my lips and over my cheek to my jaw where he murmured in my ear.

“Glad you came?”

“Well, that’s yet to be seen.” I replied, a dirty glance thrown his way coupled with a cheeky grin.

“Do I have to prove you’re glad?” He murmured, back at my ear as he nipped at the soft flesh of my earlobe.

“It might make the night less boring.”

Before I knew what had happened, my legs were draped over his, his hand pressing my thighs against them. I smirked, raising an eyebrow. Soft slow movements and his fingers were carefully teasing my knees apart ever so slightly, his breath still hot on my neck.

“Any type of nonsense and they can bar you from here.” He laughed into my skin. “They like their high reputation. So, I’d be careful.”

“You’d be careful about what?” I retorted, not able to completely clear the smile from my face.

“About making yourself known.” He sat up straight and smirked dangerously at me as his fingers, luckily hidden under the table of the booth slid up my thigh. My eyes widened as they slid higher, finally slipping softly over the material of my thong.

I held his gaze and took a sip of my drink, willing myself to not look out of place, but fuck, his fingers. Slowly, unbelievably slowly, they grazed over me, pressing more insistently as he continued, refusing to move the material of my underwear. I took another sip before placing my drink back on the table and leaning towards him, kissing him softly. He slipped my thong to the side, his tongue running along the seam of my lips as his fingers mimicked the movement and just as I opened my mouth to allow his tongue entry, his fingers slid inside of me. I gasped into his mouth, running my tongue along his bottom lip before pushing it further into his mouth. He responded eagerly, his tongue battling with my own as he began to slowly but firmly thrust his fingers in and out of me.

When his thumb found my clit I had to actually bite his lip to stop from moaning. He laughed and went back to my ear, my head resting against the warm material of the booth.

“Careful, you’ll be found out.” He smirked, his voice ringing of amusement.

“Me? I’m innocent in all this? I’m being accosted.” I murmured before kissing his neck.

“You really look innocent with my fingers inside you.” He laughed before giving a move powerful thrust of his fingers. I couldn’t help but moan that time, but luckily, with my head on his shoulder, his neck caught most of it. His thumb continued in slick circles around and over my clit, his fingers pumping in and out of me as he moved back to kiss me. Involuntarily, my hips were pumping against his hand, a steady rhythm as our tongues battled in the same frenzied pattern. I could feel an orgasm boiling, all my senses begging for him to fuck me. Right here, in the middle of the club, in the middle of the dance floor if I needed to, but god I needed him to fuck me.

Three fingers inside me, his thumb pressed hard against my clit, I looked around the club, trying to look innocent, knowing that at any minute we could both be thrown out and never allowed back. Kissing more insistently, my breasts pressed to his chest, my nipples painfully erect as they pushed into him, wrapping one arm around his neck as I moved to kiss his neck, biting down a little too hard on his shoulder as an orgasm burst into life, my body shaking with the pleasure that was coursing through me. I rode his hand through my orgasm, moaning into his shoulder as he kissed my jaw.

When my orgasm subsided, he slowly withdrew his fingers, trailing them down my thigh, pushing my knees carefully together, his smile amused and almost triumphant.

“Well, at least I know I can have fun with you.” He smirked, kissing my temple.

“You call that fun?” I smirked. “Fun is when I get you into a taxi.”