The women were definitely on their way to another drunk.The women were definitely on their way to another drunk. Victoria stroked the inside of my thigh while her head rested on my shoulder. She would kiss my neck every so often while I drove. We entered the club and immediately attracted attention. Margot was on my left arm, all 6 feet, 2 inches of her, looking very confident. The doorman's eyes told me that confidence was sexy. My wife, although at a height disadvantage of about seven inches, projected a regal air on my right arm. Her noble heritage, combined with her supernatural attractiveness had _every_ man in the joint looking for an opening. As it turned out, several of the women at the club wanted _me_ to dance with _them_, so there were many such opportunities for the men. I danced with Margot and other women as often as I danced with my wife. But _all_ of the slow dances were reserved for Vic- toria. We'd rock in unison, alone together in a sea of bodies. She purred quietly in my ear. We bit each other frequently while dancing, each time just for a few clandestine seconds. Margot would smile knowingly when we returned to her, and we would blush in return. By the end of the night, Margot was pretty drunk; Victoria had sobered up because the dance club hadn't had any champagne. We drove home while Margot took a little nap in the back seat. When we got to the house, my wife sympathetically asked me to take Margot home. "Is big mistake for her to try and drink as much as us. |