The Prince of Party Justin Poole

I am the Prince of Party, Justin Poole. I write tales of love, life, lust and the occasional gunfight.
I am an explorer in a time with no frontiers

Be careful what you wish for

Her eyes lit up when she saw him staring at her from across the room, this was the boy she’d waited around all night to see.  He made his way over to her and struck up a conversation.

With each passing minute she could feel the desire welling up inside of her, reaching heights she’d never thought possible.  She was glad she’d taken his invitation to meet him at the show.

As he entered the bar he had one thing on his mind, one devious, purposely calculated plot.  He’d been planning it out for weeks and after countless conversations it was time to set the final phase into motion.  He saw her standing by the bar, he made eye contact with her and smiled, she blushed and looked down at her shoes.  This was going to be easier than he thought.

Several hours and several drinks later, all on her tab of course, he whispered in her ear that he thought they should retire to some place more private.  She nodded in agreement.

He went outside to get a cab and she went to the bathroom to freshen up.  Looking at herself in the mirror she couldn’t help but smile, she’d wanted this boy for so long and she would have him tonight.

As she walked off to the bathroom, he laughed to himself and made his way out to his car.  He got in, turned the key and drove off.  The conversation had been tiresome, but at least he got some free drinks out of it.  He wondered what she’d do when she came out to find him gone.  He wondered, but he didnt care