By the time they hit the clubs, the seven young women were dressed to kill.
Suki, in her short ruffled dress, still walked arm in arm before the even more flamboyantly dressed twins. Periodically she would let out a shriek of delight as they walked past an open doorway of a bar and the music from within would set off her internal buzzer.
Allison and Anita shimmered and glittered just behind. Cathy and Jo strutted their stuff at the rear. The rain had stopped briefly and they took full advantage to look around before they needed to dive quickly into a club. Attitude and skimpy clothing proclaimed their confidence and availability to all who saw them. But it was a brave man who would attempt to chat up seven women on the prowl and so many just admired from a distance. Ironically, it was the confident sexuality of the group that was in danger of scaring off their male prey.
Once the twenty-four year olds had selected a club and gone in, some guys did try their luck. Mostly it was individuals that had filled themselves so full of dutch courage that they would be unlikely to perform at all by the time the friends got them home. Still others tried unsuccessfully to prise one of the women away from the group. That was a definite no no. They had all agreed to Anita’s boy sandwich idea, so that meant just two or three guys maximum. Two or three guys who would be shown the night of their life.
Finally as the twins and Suki were dancing away from the group, three young eighteen year olds decided to try their luck. They clearly thought they were going to get a girl each – in fact their luck would be even better than that. Initially though they seemed somewhat crestfallen when Sam told them that she and Eric were spoken for (they would have been a lot more excited if they knew why), but Suki was available. They were a lot happier when Sam suggested that she might be able to set a couple of them up with her friends.
Sam left Suki with a dark haired boy called Richard. Whilst Eric flirted round the edges. Sam took the other two, a blond named Jason and a black youth called Damien, to meet the other four young women.
She found Allison and Anita first. Standing between the two lads, she called to her friends:
“What do you fancy? Black or blond?”
Anita and Allison considered the young men appraisingly. Damien looked the more confident, but Jason’s boyish charms won them over in the end. They went for blond.
Sam tugged on Damien’s arm as his bemused friend wondered which of the girls he was being offered. Finally Sam found the other two at the bar.
“Hey, guys,” she called, “I’ve found you one. Damien, this is Jo. Jo this is Damien. And just getting the drinks is…”
“Miss Martin!” gasped Damien.
“Damien!” Cathy cried.
“Ahh, you know each other?” asked Sam.
“Yes, kinda,” responded the blonde teacher, “Damien’s in my history class.”
The black youth looked sheepish.
“He’s not underage is he?” asked Sam worried, “I mean he’s a bit young I know, but…”
“No he’s eighteen,” confirmed Cathy. But…
Cathy prided herself on keeping her home life and her work life separate. If anybody knew about her lifestyle at school, it would be the end of her career – or more likely everybody would just think that she was the hottest teacher in the place until they all forgot.
On the other hand, Damien was her student. There were professional boundaries here. On the other other hand, Damien would be at university in a few months time and it wasn’t like he had friends or family in the junior years who would still be around to gossip. On the other other other hand, he was eighteen and he could brag about anything that might happen. On the other other other other hand (how many hands was that now) she could make it worth his while not to let the secret out.
Cathy was torn. Should they have some fun with Damien and his friends – or find somebody who wasn’t a student in her school? Or should they just do something else instead. |