Chapter 3 - the girls

“He’s got this beautiful ass… like something you’ve never seen before! And this smile that just makes me melt!” Melissa explained to her friends that weekend, somewhat drunkenly. “My tongue practically falls out of my mouth anytime I see him!” she laughed at herself.

The girls laughed along with her, each recounting their week in turn, trying to make themselves heard over the loud noise of the club.

“Oh wow! Who the hell is that?” asked one of the gang excitedly, her head turned by a handsome man walking alone to the bar. “He is more than fine. Look at him!”

Melissa laughed, it wasn’t uncommon for their nights out here to just turn into a simple man-meat market; all of them drooling over the handsome guys that walked in. But as she turned to look at who was being spoken about, she saw the unmistakably fine physique of Jared, standing by the bar, waiting to be served. “That’s… That’s…” she stuttered excitedly. “That’s the guy I was telling you about from work! That’s Jared!”

At first, everyone laughed at the irony and coincidence of the situation; a laugh that was prolonged by the excess of alcohol in all their systems. Then, coming to, they all sighed in agreement; one of them even fanning herself theatrically. “No wonder you’ve not been able to concentrate all week. If I had to work, with that fine specimen strutting around the office, I doubt I’d get anything done either!” growled Melissa’s best friend, Helen
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“And he’s on his own…” laughed one of the other girls. “No one is with him! Go talk to him!”

“I can’t… I can’t do that!” Melissa shot back, suddenly incredibly nervous. She had made such an idiot of herself in work earlier in the week, now they wanted her to take overtime by doing it on the weekend too? No thanks! Who was to say that he was even in here alone? He could have a hot date waiting for him at a table. Maybe he had just popped in for some change for a parking meter outside, or was only looking for an excuse to use the bathroom?

“Go on, you big baby!” the girls jeered, pushing Melissa to her feet.

“You’re not allowed to come back here until you’ve spoken to him for at least three minutes!” Helen announced, drunkenly rolling onto her back into the space where Melissa had been sitting and laughing hysterically, occupying the space entirely. “Now, go on!”