The girl can't help it

I wrap my arms around my body and hug myself, using the internationally recognised 'I'm cold' noise...'ooohhhoooohhooh'. It's no wonder I'm cold. The time is 5.25am and I've just spent 7 hours in the club Turnmills, sweating my booty off. As I stand in the queue outside the after party, the increasing daylight and chilly winds are seriously threatening my buzz. I glance to my left and notice him. Firstly, due to the fact that he is wearing a navy blazer over a white shirt and jeans with a pair of tan loafters. This is incongruous attire to say the least, being as he is surrounded by clubbers decked out in their finest regalia. The second reason I notice him is because he is very tall and ridiculously handsome. He catches my eye and we grin at each other, inhibitions shattered by hours of substance abuse. We chat for a few minutes, in which time I discover he is a stockbroker (big shock) and clearly extraordinarily arrogant and self-assured. This, of course, ensures I am completely enamoured within a matter of minutes. After a while our conversation includes a gay guy who has decided I look warm and is huddling against me, shivering. The gay guy and I, being on the guestlist are ushered in ahead of stockbroker, a great relief given that I was close to freezing at this point.

Once inside my group find each other, drinks are bought and the dancefloor hit. Around an hour later I spot stockbroker and the gay guy chatting at the bar. Stockbroker catches my eye and flashes the knee-wobbling grin at me. I leant into R who is dancing beside me and tell her that suddenly, I have an overwhelming compulsion to go down on him. This is, apparently, the best idea I've had all night and she urges me to go for it. Bolstered by her encouragement and my inner euphoria I approach and beckon him away from the gay guy.
"This is going to sound weird," I begin, standing on tip toe to speak into his ear. "But I'd really like to go down on you. Now." His grin fades and he looks incredulous. "If you're interested, we'll find somewhere. Just let me know."
I leave him and rejoin my friends on the dancefloor. I see him lean into the gay guy and start whispering furiously. I see lots of nodding and smiling from the gay guy, and the stockbroker rubs his face vigorously. He beckons me back.
"Are you serious?"
"Of course. Look, I know it's weird but I don't want anything in return, I just really want to suck your cock. That's basically it. Are you up for it?"
He gives me a sideways look and snorts. "Of course I bloody am."
"I'm SO coming." Stockbroker and I turn and look at the gay guy.
"No you're not!" Exclaims Stockbroker.
"Listen, if this is happening there's no way I'm missing it. I'm coming."
Stockbroker and I gaze helplessly at each other. Frankly if I didn't think I'd get arrested I'd drop to my knees on the dancefloor so having a random watching really doesn't bother me. The stockbroker weighs up his options which are: experience a mildly homoerotic moment and get a blow job or succumb to stereotypes and outmoded fears and miss getting no strings attached head. His libido wins.
The female loos are pretty empty, so gay guy pays the toilet attendant £10 to turn a blind eye and the three of us pile into a cubicle. Gay guy leans against the door, sipping his gin and tonic through a straw. I drop to my knees and get down to it. As I suspected he's in possesion of an amazing cock and as I stroke him to erection and see his look of disbelief I feel an unexpected sense of power wash over me and wonder, briefly, if that's why I wanted to do this. Maybe this is my way of cutting an arrogant man down to size. After all, I have him by the balls.
I begin and for a few moments, stockbroker has trouble relaxing, constantly shooting glances toward the gay guy. After a while stockbroker pulls his blazer round to hide what's happening but it's largely ineffectual. It doesn't take long before there's a stifled moan, a shudder and I'm reaching for the tissues. I had put my all into it and it definitely paid off, for myself as well as stockbroker because I realise at this point I'm wet. We all smile at each other and adjust dress where necessary, then leave the cubicle much to the astonishment of the girls primping in the mirrors.
Once we're back upstairs stockbroker catches my arm and says 'thank you' into my ear. I turn back, flash him a smile and push through the crowds to the dancefloor to find R and tell her everything. I never found out his surname, I never asked where he worked or where he lived. I wanted more than anything to suck him off and I did.

We stick around at Jaded until about 10am and the daylight pouring through the skylights is beginning to ensure we all start to feel pretty grimy. As we are leaving I spot the stockbroker across the bar with a blonde girl perched on his lap. I feel nothing.