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Sizzling Hot Erotica 1
(Darren G. Burton)

One Night Stand





Brad was out on his own and there was only one thing on his mind. He took a sip of beer as he casually roamed the club, regularly catching the approving gaze of single women. Some were hot, some were not. He was keen to hook up, but at the same time, enjoyed taking his time. All was good. He had no doubt he would get laid by the end of the night.

The music was pumping and so was the dance floor. Brad took up a position near the edge of the floor in front of the DJ booth. There was a shelf there he could rest his drink on, so he placed it down on a coaster and propped his elbows behind him on the bench and watched the action out on the floor.

There were a few guys either dancing with their girlfriends, or trying moves to pick up, but mostly the floor was jammed with females of all ages, shapes and sizes. Some were dressed in jeans, others in little mini skirts. A few wore skin-tight shorts that glued to the curves of their butts. Most seemed to dance well enough, and a few really knew how to set the floor alight with their sexy moves.

He sipped his beer and received a smile from a scantily-clad brunette that squeezed past him en route to the female toilets. Brad watched her immaculate ass sway in her tight white skirt as she moved away from him.

His blood was starting to boil. He was horny as hell and the club appeared to be full of keen women up for some fun action. Some would just be out for show only, but Brad knew from experience that it was simply a numbers game. There were plenty to try it on with and he knew he would succeed in the hunt. Right now, though, he was content to down a few drinks and just observe.

A pair of girls - who would be lucky if they'd just turned eighteen - caught him looking at them. They grinned at one another, then commenced a bit of pseudo lesbian dirty dancing for his benefit. This display went on for less than a minute before they looked his way again and both giggled. They then moved towards the centre of the floor and were swallowed up by the crowd.

Brad finished off his beer and awaited the arrival of a passing waitress so he could order another without having to fight his way through the throng to the bar. It took about twenty minutes for the waitress to return with his drink. Brad left a small tip on her overloaded tray and took a sip of the fresh brew. It was ice cold going down.

He was only on his second drink and planned to drink slowly. Getting drunk was never a great idea when attempting to pick up for the night. Besides, he liked to be fairly lucid when performing in bed. Too much alcohol tended to desensitize everything. Kind of killed the enjoyment of sex for him. Being tipsy was okay. Anything beyond that was a negative in his opinion.