1. First Class - Part 1


    Date: 11/6/2014, Categories: Bisexual, Author: blin18, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    around his neck. He seemed to be the leader; the shorter guy was just smiling and nodding and leering at Vicky. Bob saw Celeste smile half-heartedly - nothing like the sunbeam she turned on the barman – she shook her head at Gold Chain and said something that Bob couldn’t hear. “Oh, shit!” Bob muttered under his breath. Curiosity got the better of Spike’s cool vibe and he reluctantly turned around, smiling when he saw who Bob was watching. “Bob,” he laughed. “I love your ambition, man. You are bloody bro-tastic, mate. You pass on the third hottest girl in Coffs so you can take run at one and two with your wingman.” Still watching Vicky and Celeste trying to deal with the sleazebags, Spike continued: “That redhead is smoking hot, mate, but shit, there’re no loser with those two so you take your pick, my friend. I’ll take the other and be bloody grateful for it.” Taking a long last look he added “Those guys are getting shot down though, so we’d better get a Plan B sorted ….” As Spike began to turn back around, Bob brushed past him walking purposefully towards the girls. “Bob! No, man! Not cool!” he hissed. “At least wait for those guys to drag away their bloodied corpses.” Bob either didn’t hear him or didn’t care. “Cluster fuck!” Spike muttered. He jumped up and dumped a fifty dollar note on the bar. “Bottle of champers and four empties, my man,” he blurted urgently to the barman. Pointing towards where Bob was walking, he added “Keep the change if you can meet me at that ...
    end of the bar in fifteen seconds.” With a practiced dexterity borne of half a lifetime in a pub, the bartender whipped a full bottle from the fridge, handed four champagne flutes to Spike and then shadowed him up the bar as he ripped off the foil and cage, popping the cork and handing it over without breaking stride just as they reached the far corner of the bar. At the booth, Bob was behind the assholes and trying to move into a gap where Vicky could spot him. “Actually we’re just waiting for our boyfriends,” Celeste said, losing her serenity and sounding tired and more than a little annoyed. “So you’d really be doing us a favour if you didn’t let them see us chatting to a couple of hot guys.” “Oh well, we’ll just keep you company until they get here and then we’ll sneak away,” Gold Chain crooned. “They won’t even see us.” He made to sit beside Celeste but she slid down the bench to block him. The gap opened up and Vicky spied Bob standing back and looking nervous. “Oh, here they are now,” she smiled at Bob. “See ya later, guys. Thanks for keeping the creeps away from us.” Still standing, Gold Chain looked around at Bob, four inches shorter, considerably narrower and looking decidedly uncertain. The even shorter sleazebag laughed and took his cue from his taller partner: “No way is that guy your boyfriend.” Vicky stepped quickly out of the booth and between the assholes. She put her arms around Bob’s neck and pulled herself up onto the toes of her flat sandals to kiss him ...
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