Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Pretty Lady ❯ Vol Five, Chapter Thirty: Cocktail Panties ( Chapter 30 )

Cocktail Panties

Friday night in Moscow. Many people think that there is nothing to do. Nothing but drinking. Stefan is going to prove that wrong.

He's on the prowl again. The man is bored and wants some action. He knows just where to get it.

Stefan made it down to his favorite private club. Already, the bartender looked up and spotted him.

“Hey, Stefan!” she shouted. He waved as he walked over to the bar.

“Hey, Olga,” he said. The man took a seat.

“What can I get for you today?” she asked. Stefan slicked back his blonde gelled hair.

“The usual please,” he said.

“Coming up,” she said. Olga turned around and got to work. While he waited, Stefan looked around the club. Not too packed and not half-empty tonight. Stefan came along at the right time. A dancer with long curly red hair spun around on a pole. Some of the regulars were staring at her. Stefan chuckled to himself. So Honey decided to come back to work after all. Rent must be due then.

“Here you go,” Olga said.

“Thanks,” Stefan said, nodding. He took a drink of his vodka. Over that short sip, he knew what he was going to do next. Another patron called over Olga for another drink.

“Coming!” she said. She turned to Stefan before leaving.

“Try to behave,” the bartender said. Olga winked before walking away. He gave her a little salute.

“Sure will,” he mumbled in a fake nice tone. Stefan took a drink while glancing around. That's when he spotted her.

She had just walked into the club from the bathroom. The first thing Stefan noticed was her legs. Those white tights looked good on those toned, shapely legs. Strawberry blonde hair swept her shoulders. The woman tugged at her red skirt and smoothed out her white blouse. She walked over to the bar and started talking to another bartender. Stefan couldn't take his eyes off of her.

“Hey,” he said when Olga walked by him. She turned her head.

“Yeah?” she asked. Stefan set down his empty glass.

“Who's that foxy lady? Is she the new girl?” he asked. Olga stood back with a little smile on her face.

“Go easy on her, Stefan,” she said. “This is her first night here. I know how you are.” He put up his hands.

“Okay, okay,” he said. “I get it.” They both know it's a lie. Olga perked up with her winning smile.

“Thank you,” she said.

“Olga!” another patron shouted.

“Coming!” she shouted back. The bartender hurried down the bar to tend to the man at the end. Stefan gave her a little wave.

Stefan had to time everything just right. Olga probably had her eyes on him tonight. She already knew what was going to happen. Still, he had to “go easy on her”. He decided to let the new girl come to her. There weren't many people around right now. That was going to change in a few minutes. Stefan would have to way until he had the chance to act. The new girl moved like a deer in the woods with the customers. He didn't order many drinks. He had to be sober for this to work.

Finally, he noticed the new girl walking by. Stefan loudly cleared his throat as she was just about to pass him. The girl about jumped before she turned around. Stefan sat up.

“Hello, my dear,” I said. She stared at him at first. The man leaned forward.

“I'm Stefan,” he said. “And you are?” The woman looked around for a bit at first. She looked down at her hands.

“Lara,” she mumbled. Stefan raised his eyebrow.

“Do I intimidate you?” he asked. Lara slowly nodded. The man smiled at her.

“Aw, I don't mean to do that,” he said. “I just want you to get to know me better.” Her eyes shift left and right.

“I have to get back to work,” Lara said.

“Fine,” Stefan said. “Go on. Get back to work.” She was about to turn and leave when Stefan sat up.

“If you want to get to know me, meet me in the bathroom around midnight,” he said with a wink. Lara looked confused as he picked up his glass and waved it toward Olga.

“Lara!” another patron shouted. The girl perked up and hurried over to a man near the stage. Stefan smirked over his fresh drink.

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Stefan was patient once he hooked on a girl he wanted. He watched the girls dance on stage from the bar. There were a couple of newbies tonight. He would have to get to know them later. Right now, he had his focus on Lara. Olga would occasionally look up and make sure that he was “behaving”. Stefan smiled and waved at her at one point. They already know what is going to happen tonight.

Around midnight, Stefan stood up and walked toward the bathroom. Olga didn't even try to stop him. The man made it to the bathroom and found Lara waiting for him by the door. She lifted her chin as she gulped. Stefan broke into a smirk as he walked up to her.

“You made the right choice,” he said in a low voice. He leaned in and kissed her on the lips. She kissed him back. He pulled her into his arms and pushed her into the bathroom. Lara didn't stop him as they ended up in the nearest stall. Stefan pinned her against the wall. He rolled up her skirt as he held her up by her thick thighs. Stefan reached up and rolled down her lacy black panties. He unzipped his trousers and slid them down. His boxers followed behind. With one freshly condom unwrapped. Stefan pushed his cock into Lara's wet pussy. She let out a loud moan.

He pounded into her like a wild animal. The waiting game at the bar paid off. Stefan did his best to keep his balance steady. Lara enjoyed the ride the whole time.

“Harder!” she cried. “Fuck me harder!” Stefan had no choice but to comply. How could he say no to a lady? Lara's nails dug into his shirt. The man pounded in as fast as his body could go. He about dropped Lara on the toilet as he came into the condom. They stood there panting for a moment. Lara and Stefan looked each other in the eye.

“I have to get back to work,” she said.

“Very well,” Stefan said. He pulled out and let her feet touch the ground. The pair got dressed. Stefan let Lara go out first. He followed behind. Stefan made it back to the bar and paid his tab.

“Good night,” Olga said. Stefan nodded and waved. He smirked to himself as he walked out of the club. He got his fix for the night. This would hold him off until next time.

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