Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Pretty Lady ❯ Vol Four, Chapter Twenty-Three: Club Girl ( Chapter 23 )

Club Girl

Friday night in Italy looked just as beautiful as the morning. However, Egor's not looking at scenery tonight. Oh, he's sight-seeing, already. However, he's looking for something for a different type of Italian beauty. In Club Venus, he scanned the bar for some tail. He had Russian girls most of his life. Tonight, he felt like having some Italian. He took a sip of his beer.

The foxes looked rather cute dancing on the dance floor. Some of them danced together in big groups. Their giggling made it look so inviting. The flashing lights matched the high energy of the club. I know one thing, Egor thought. The clubs here have more going for them than they do in Russia. Where to begin? The girls all met his interest at first glance. From their high-heeled shows and highly styled hair, they might as well be angels. Yet, somehow they made him feel older.

In truth, he might as well by back in Russia. Yesterday morning, Stefan invited Egor to hang out with him and Nikita for a couple of days. The drug store owner initially jumped at the chance.

“Sure,” he said over the phone. “Not like I have anything better to do.” However, the job quickly went bust. His boys were busy with their company. In the end, Egor was pretty much left alone in a foreign country at the hotel. This wasn't exactly what he had in mind.

Why did they ask me out here for? He looked at his phone and sighed. The man already planned to slip away back home. They probably wouldn't even notice a thing. However, he decided against going back empty-handed. Might as well make the most of my trip, Egor thought. So, he went out to the club for some “fox hunting.” Initially, none of the girls really stood out to him. They looked pretty, but none of them screamed, “Take me home” to him. Maybe he should just go home?

That all changed when the flashing pink lights danced further down the bar. He happened to look up at the right moment to see a fiery red head sitting at the bar looking bored. Jefferson Airplane's “White Rabbit” couldn't have picked a better time to start playing. This girl's diamond-colored hairpins first drew him in closer. She played with her glass at the bar, looking out into space. Egor swallowed back drool.

I found her! Egor downed his beer and walked over to the woman in red and black. She turned her head and their eyes met under the flashing lights.

“Yes?” she asked. He didn't get time to pull a pick-up line and he ended up speaking his mind.

“I'm bored in here,” Egor spit out. “Do you want to get out of here?” The redhead raised an eyebrow at him.

“May I ask why you want to get out of here with me?” she asked.

“Well, you looked just as bored as me,” he answered.

“And what if I'm not?”

“Are you?”

“Do you want to test that out?”

“Yes!” Egor said. The redhead finished her drink.

“I might leave with you,” she said. Egor looked at her with a confused smile on his face.

“Depending on?” he asked. The redhead rose to her feet. He hadn't counted on her black high-heels to add inches over him. Her lips curved into a smirk.

“Are you going to make it worth my while?” she asked. Egor slowly nodded his head up and down.

“Say it with words,” she commanded. Whoa! A commanding fox, Egor thought. Why am I getting turned on by this?

“Yes, ma'am!” he said with a salute. This red-haired fox giggled.

“Very well,” she said. “You will come with me back to my place.”

“Yes ma'am!” Egor shouted. His new date paid for her tab and his before she led him out the door. Egor cut off his phone just as he was walking out of the club with her. Sorry guys, he thought. You didn't have enough to keep me entertained in Italy. Now, I'm just going to have one hot night to myself with this Italian Fox and then I'm leaving in the morning. You had your chance. The doors swung shunt behind the pair.

Meanwhile on the other side of Rome…

One Night with an Italian Fox