1. A Woman Too Far


    Date: 7/28/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: WannabeWordsmith, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    appreciation, swinging the drink in a wide arc to his lips to prevent too much wastage as some towny in a singlet breezed by, too close for comfort. The two friends were shortly joined by a third, Skinny Bob, so called because he was easily the combined size of the pair of them. They looked out over the sea of heads as the beats of two records merged and the mix of bodies on the dance floor altered. The mystery girl's troupe made a move away and Ryan tracked their meandering progress, catching her throwing him a glance. Sorted. He elbowed his mates and made the sign he was off, heading over to intercept her. The music was not as all-encompassing towards the fringes of the establishment, though the stench of stale beer from the sticky carpet was stronger. Her group had splintered, presumably some had peeled off to the bathroom, and the remainder comprised three: an anorexic-looking blonde, a chunky redhead, and his prize with a physique somewhere between the two. They stood round a table with a mostly depleted pitcher of beer at its centre. Red sank the remnants of her pint and acknowledged Ryan with a raised Scouse brow as he strode up, threading confidently through the throngs of clubbers changing hue in time with the beat. His target grabbed the pitcher, went to decant it then shrugged, guzzling the remainder directly from the massive container. Ryan caught her eye, stepped into her space and brought his mouth to her ear. "Did they not have large?" She finished the jug, ...
    slammed the vessel into the table amid cheers from her friends and wiped her mouth where some amber liquid had dribbled. "I'm not here to remember." "So what are we forgetting?" "Exams," she yelled over the din, eyeing him. "Aren't you a little… mature for GCSEs?" She gave an indignant gasp before realising he was joking. "Veterinary nurse." Ryan nodded, impressed. "A little irresponsible to be drinking on a school night. What if I brought my sick cat in tomorrow? I smell a lawsuit." "You have a sick cat?" "No. But I have an owl with a limp. Harry Potter won't be pleased when he finds out, unless you can mend it." She laughed. More of a high-pitched squawk. Like a damn owl. "So a vet, wow. Hardcore studying." She nodded and he caught a waft of her sweet perfume, yet couldn't quite place it. "Five years." He stepped back, sipped his beer and shamelessly swept his gaze up and down her body. Leant in again until they were almost touching. "Never would have guessed you were a vet." "No? What then?" "Journalist, maybe. Magazine editor. UN ambassador." "Get away!" "Seriously. What with all the wallowing in animal crap, I figured vets were gonna be ugly. Guess I was very wrong." Ryan took half a step away, swigged his pint again, detected his flattery was working and pressed on. "So apart from clubbing and getting wasted, what do you do to unwind after a hard day fixing Fifi and Shep?" "I game." "Oh. I thought vets were loaded." She fell for it again, realising only too late he was ...