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By Angel Makayla
I sighed in frustration as I watched the different couples at the mixed bar. Seriously? How hard should it be to get a fuck for the night? But apparently, none of the other girls were interested in a 'ghost' fucking them senseless all night. I mean, come on! I've had plenty of great fucks, the threesomes and fivesomes were the best things in the world, but what I have to offer apparently doesn't appeal to a girl on a Friday night.
Whoa, hot duo just walked in the door. Tall, sexy brunette chick with long hair and sharp features. Really hot body with a slight sway to her hips. Next to her was a black-haired Goth chick with not much going on for her in the body department, but the face totally makes up for that. Inquisitive pale blue eyes that can see everything with just one glance, straight face with pale skin and a quirky smile that resembled half a smirk. I licked my lips as they walked in together, Sniffing the air, I found that one had perfume on to cover her natural smell and the other had a kind of musky scent to her.
Did I mention I'm half-Fae? Well, actually, only a quarter. I have no idea how it happened, but I'd also rather not talk about it. Anyway, I have a pretty good sense of smell and these girls were just what I was looking for for the night. But just as I was going over to ask the Raven-haired chick for a dance, the brunette woman spotted me coming over, and moved closer to her friend. I raised an eyebrow at this slightly, but made no comment, instead, continuing toward the black haired girl. "Hey," I said softly, cursing myself for coming off as shy. Two ice-blue eyes zeroed in on me and I smiled nervously.
"Um, w-would you like to dance?"
Inside I was mentally kicking myself. Why does my shyness always come out at the worst of times? I turned my attention back to the girl in time to see her glance at her companion before shaking her head. I nodded and made my way away from them, sighing since that was another catch lost.
I sat back in my seat and glanced at the two newest arrivals. They were speaking in hushed tones and looking all around the room. I watched them closely and clearly saw the signs that they were into each other. The small shivers that the brunette let off whenever the Goth chick said something with a smirk or the way the Goth's eyes watched a bit lower than the brunette's eyes as the brunette talked.
Of course, being who I was, I also noticed the signs that they weren't together. The slight groan the brunette had every time the Goth would look away or the way the Goth sighed, nearly inaudibly, as the brunette moved, probably relishing in the scent of her perfume.
I mused over this information for a bit and nodded to myself. When I started seeing other couples that weren't even together (yet(and there was always a yet)) then it was time for me to move to a different club for the night. I slowly slipped past the bouncer, giving him a nod before heading out into the slightly chilly air. Guess I'll have better luck next time when the potential catches didn't have the hots for each other.
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