0 comments/ 113410 views/ 2 favorites Upper Class By: R. Richard It had been clear to me that my relationship with my girlfriend had been breaking down for some time. Talking had not helped, nothing had helped. Monday after my workout I called her. What she had to say was simple: 'Go away and don't come back.' To avoid smashing things, I walked out of my apartment and down to a grungy little beer bar several blocks away. By the time I got to the bar, I was still mad and also damn thirsty. I went in an ordered up a brew. I am just 18, the legal age for beer in this state, but I am big and look so mean that I am rarely carded. The bartender gave me beer and took my money. Just after I got my beer, this chick walks in. She is dressed like a hooker, but a high-class hooker. What in the hell she is doing in a grungy beer bar is a mystery. The chick kind of wiggles past the pool tables as if she didn't even notice all the guys giving her the eye. One guy blocks her path. She just gives him a little smile and turns to walk between tables. The guy moves to again block her. The dumb chick pulls some sort of little knife. Another guy grabs her from behind. I get up and walk over to the disturbance. I tell the two guys involved that they can walk out to their car, if they are old enough to drive and just keep going. I then offer an alternative. The guys can stay and take a little nap on the floor. In the meantime, they can take their hands off my chick. Blocking boy turns with a nasty smile and flicks a switchblade. I throw my beer in his eyes and kick him in what is politely called the groin. Grabby boy comes around the chick with a pool cue in his hand. He raises the pool cue. Now, I am a kung fu guy, not a judo guy, but this situation screams for seionaga, the judo shoulder throw. I make the throw and leave grabby boy about five feet off the floor and stunned so bad he does not break his fall. No matter, the floor does that. I bow to the chick and sort of escort her out the front door. I try to politely point out that she is an idiot for coming into a nasty, grungy place like the beer bar dressed and looking like she does. The chick, obviously a slow learner, tells me that that might just have been why she came into the bar. Then she flashes her eyes at me and tells me to come with her. I mean, she thinks I am just going to automatically jump in her big convertible and drive off to wherever like some sort of slave boy. The nerve! As we drive over to her place, she asks me how I handled the two boys back at the bar. I tell her I am kung fu trained and it was not really a problem. We get to her really fancy apartment, dump the convertible in the garage and take the elevator up to her place. She lets us in without a word. She walks into another room and I hear the rustle of clothing. Maybe 10 seconds later she come back out of the room. She is wearing just a garter belt, tall black nylons and spike heels. She asks me if I 'wanna fuck?' Hell yes I wanna fuck! I walk toward her and she retreats into the bedroom. The bed covers are already folded down and it is looking like fuck city! I grab the chick and lay her on the bed. She kicks off the spike heels as I start to strip and starts on getting rid of the nylons. By the time I am naked, she just has the one nylon bunched around her ankle and the garter belt. I finish the removal of the nylon and get on the bed, putting her legs over my shoulders. I kinda skip the foreplay thing and slide my raging hard on into the chick's super wet pussy. I get my entire cock into her the first time! She is tight, but very wet and I start to stroke against the resistance of her internal muscles. She is not resisting, she is helping and it feels fantastic! At first, the chick plays with her tit with one hand and the top of her pussy with the other hand. However the hand jive proves unnecessary and she lets my cock do the work. This babe not only dresses like a hooker, but she also fucks like a super hooker! Her pussy wants to capture my cock and she keeps failing. That doesn't matter; there is always the next stroke. The little struggle goes on for a bit with both sides winning big. All too soon I can feel the chick start to climax. I want to keep going and going, but the chick's climax is too intense and I am drawn right along with her. I shoot my cum inside her with a half dozen long, hard strokes and then I roll off her and lay alongside her. The chick was too far gone to talk, but her long, satisfied moan told me that she had fun also. I told her that she was fantastic, the best I ever had. She cuddled to me and finally managed to say that it had been 'so good!' I could feel her tits against me and suspected that she had a weakness. I slid down and began to lick and suck her tits. She reacted as I hoped and began to sigh, moan and gently buck her hips. If she still wanted it after the industrial strength fuck I had laid on her, I had found me a raging slut! I worked on her until she lost all control and then I did a repeat of the first fuck. This time I got less help, but only because she was too exhausted from the first fuck to work that hard. She denied me nothing and worked as hard as she could. The chick climaxed early but it was a mini-climax after the shattering first one. I actually got her into multiple-orgasm and I could feel her begin to run to exhaustion. I let myself go and pumped a few good, hard strokes into the very center of her and shot my cum again. We cuddled for a bit after the second fuck and I could feel that she had surrendered completely to me. She told me that she almost passed out. She then told me that she had climaxed and she never climaxed with a boy the first time. I told her that she had been wasting her time with boys, she really needed a man. She said, that she wanted her friends to know about her new man. Before I could think of something to say, the chick continued, saying that they got together on Fridays for a little fun. I could have all the tits and pussy I wanted. I told her that I liked the idea, but starting with the very best spoiled me. She giggled and said that her girlfriends were all hot and that I would like them. This kind of puzzled me and I asked if she really wanted me to fuck her girlfriends instead of her. She then told me that there would be several girls and several men. That I could fuck any girl I wanted, but that it would be in front of other people. I told her that I had never done it, but I thought I could. I then asked why she wanted me to fuck her girlfriends. She told me that it was a rule. That any girl could fuck any guy who wanted her and any guy could fuck any girl who wanted him. She then told me that the girls were all nude and a guy could tell if a girl's pussy was ready for him by just feeling. The idea sounded good to me. However, I asked what about two guys who wanted the same girl? She told me that both guys got the girl. One guy just had to wait a little bit. She did say that another one of the girls would be glad to fill in while the first guy waited. I asked if she meant the she had to fuck 'just any guy?' She giggled and said that she had to fuck any guy, every guy and as many times as they wanted, it was a rule. Well, all I had to do was show up at the address she gave me at the appointed time on Friday and I could find out about her little group. I took the bus home and felt better in the morning on short sleep than I usually did on full sleep. On Friday, I showed up at the place and time. There were four girls and I was the fourth guy. All of the girls wore the same garter belt, nylons and spike heels outfit that Allison had. (By the way, she told me, just as I left her place, that her name was Allison. First time I ever fucked a girl without a name.) Allison greeted me and introduced Ron around. I was the biggest guy there and my kung fu developed body seemed to get a lot of favorable attention. We were to wait for a fifth couple to show up. The waiting could have been a disaster; since I needed to talk to people I had never met before. However, Allison went over each of the other girls and boys and I had some idea of who and, more important, what they were. The girls were all rich bitches. The boys were a college soccer player, a surfer dude and some sort of actor. It was clear that it was the girl's show and the guys were just hired cocks. Before I managed to stick my foot in my mouth, the fifth couple showed up. Bonnie came over with the surfer dude and latched on to me as surfer dude latched on to Allison. (I later found out that a new guy had to be shared before his 'sponsor' could have him again.) I did not have to heat Bonnie up; she was already so hot she had lube running down her legs. I got her over to an inflatable mattress in one corner of the room and played the same game that I had played with Allison. Bonnie was the same kind of dynamite fuck that Allison was. Bonnie wanted my cock and I gave it to her hard, deep and slow. I left no doubt as to who was in control and Bonnie liked it that way. She wanted to feel my cock from every slightly different angle she could work with her pelvis. Bonnie wanted it not only deep, but as hard as I could make it. As a kung fu player, all of my muscles are strong and I used that strength to dominate Bonnie until her major orgasm drew us both over the cliff as we finished together. As I rolled off Bonnie, I discovered that we had a little audience. I had got through my first public fuck without a hitch! I next fucked Claudine who was a soft girl with the internal muscles of a tigress! The fuck was a major struggle with a girl who wanted to be dominated but was not going to let me dominate her without a fight. At first, Claudine was so tight that I had to work for several strokes before I fully penetrated her. Once I began to get my full length in, the softness that indicated a lack of conditioning took over and I was able to completely dominate a rapidly tiring Claudine. I could have lasted a little longer, but Claudine was really exhausted and I let her off easy. After the Claudine fuck, I got a drink and talked with Allison for a bit. Allison also had fucked two times and was tired. She would tell me nothing, but I could see that the girls were all upper class girls and that the guys, including me, were basically hired cock. Deanna joined Allison and I. Deanna claimed to have been left strung out by the last boy who fucked her. According to Deanna, the boy came in about 10 seconds and she needed another cock to top things off. Allison asked me if I were ready again. Deanna did not ask, but grabbed my cock. I was ready. We walked over to an inflatable mattress and I laid Deanna down. I put her legs over my shoulders and mounted her. Deanna had obviously been fucked in the not too distant past. She was still loosened up inside and I got all the way in on the first stroke. Using my position to maximum advantage, I began to use my thumbs on Deanna's nipples. Some girls have a sort of direct link between their tits and pussy and Deanna was one of those girls. Deanna began to writhe shortly after I started to work on her tits and then she climaxed. Then I could feel the little spasms that indicated Deanna was orgasming every time I stroked. For whatever reason, I could not get to orgasm myself so I faked it. Deanna and I had attracted a crowd. I guessed that most of the ladies had been fucked as much as they wanted and that some of the boys were out of gas, so to speak. I rolled off Deanna and watched Erin working her own pussy with two fingers. They helped Deanna up and I motioned Erin over and told her that I hated to see a woman trying to do man's work. Erin did not reply, but she knelt down, grabbed my cock and started to suck me up hard. When I responded with a strong erection, Erin sat on my cock and started to rock back and forth. I supported her with my hands under her rib cage and, once again, my thumbs on her nipples. Erin did not have Deanna's tit to pussy linkage and she continued to rock. The motion was so persuasive that I could feel myself getting close to shooting my cum in Erin. It seemed that Erin could feel it as well and she started to rub herself just before I could wait no longer. As I shot, Erin climaxed and then sort of collapsed on me. By the time they pulled Erin off me, two couples were gone. I got cleaned up and dressed and went back into the main room. By now, only Allison, Bonnie, surfer dude and I remained. Both Allison and Bonnie were wearing coats over nude. Allison flashed the coat and suggested that she drive me home. I told her that I would drive, because I was likely to distract her with my fingers if she drove on the way home. Allison gave Bonnie a sort of nasty little smile and said that Allison was probably going to have to fuck in the car after a long busy night. Then she brightened and said that she could always just 'suck him off.' Upper-Class Appreciation I should remember that night, it was just sheer dumb luck that I was there, well more that I didn't run, and actually chose to fight instead. The fight or flight moment, everyone has it; a vast majority of us actually choose flight and run away, others choose to fight and sometimes it's a bad choice that can end in pain or death even. It's on the news, especially here in the UK; a father decides he's had enough of the hoodlums outside his home damaging his property and goes out to confront the youths. Usually, and in most cases they turn on that person like feral animals and kick them into within inches of their lives; and in others to death. In Britain it's a national crisis really, from London in the South to Glasgow in the North. I should know, my cousin stepped in to help out a young girl when she was being hassled by some lads in Manchester in the North-West one night, he was nearly kicked to death for his concern for the girl, and was in hospital for almost a fortnight recuperating from that night. We tried to find those responsible, but the Police didn't seem to care and told us to wait for news from them; none ever arrived and the case was closed soon after. So I for one lost faith in the Police since that day, and the Government in punishing those found guilty of such heinous crimes. So it was sadly only some stroke of luck that on that night, I was just coming off the night-shift as a male nurse at a local hospital. I was still wearing my scrubs, or uniform beneath my hooded jacket. I was carrying my sports holdall over my shoulder, as I began to move down the nearby side-streets to the hospital, towards my home and the area. I was passing what I assumed was a bricklayer's site where construction was under-way for some project that wasn't obvious visually. Anyway it didn't matter, it was almost 1am in the morning, and all I cared about was my warm bed back home. Then I heard crying, and male laughter that followed the cries from inside the yard. Now given how the country was at the moment, the rise in crime and most of those who step into stop crimes ending up beaten almost or actually to death I should have continued to walk on. But something made me stand still at that entrance to that builder's yard, it was the female cries that stopped me moving. It was a woman, and those male laughs worried me as to what they intended to do to the woman. I put down my bag, there was nothing of value inside it except dirty uniform that I was bringing home to wash. I moved inside the yard at a slow pace, around piled timber and slabs of concrete and bricks. I heard the cries, and moved towards it around more piles of timber and steel girders. I turned the corner, around a pile of bricks and then saw two men surrounding a young woman who was pinned up against a wall of timber. She was frightened to death, and as skinny as a rake. She was about 5'7 in height, and if I guessed her weight I would put it at only 119 pounds, maybe less. She was shaking like a twig, in a very small and tight dress. It was black, and frilly in places especially around her shoulders. It was long sleeve, and the material shone in the darkness of the yard. She was pouting, and trying to get free of the two men. "Nice little dress you got there sweetheart, being so small I'm sure you'd think anything is massive in your eyes." One of the men, a tall, lanky black haired man said holding tightly onto her slim, skinny arm holding her in place. "Hmm nice little arse on her, and a cute little mouth. She'll think the bloody sausage factory has gone up in smoke, when we're done with her. She'll be walking bow-legged all week long." The other man said, with floppy blonde hair. "Please, I beg you. I have money, I'll pay you; please just let me go." The woman finally said in a well-spoken tone, and strong upper-class English accent. "Oh we have a hoity-toity girl here, posh bitch would love some nice, fat cock up her posh twat." The blonde haired man said with a laugh. "No please, you can't." She said pleading, as she tried to move away but the black haired man held her firmly in place. "Oh why not, you got a posh boyfriend back home have you?" The blonde man asked her. "No but-." She started to say but the blonde man spoke once more. "Well then, who's getting that fine piece of posh cunt and arse; no one. Better we make some good use of it." He said with a chuckle. "No please." She pleaded, as the blonde haired guy pulled up her dress at it's front to expose the crotch of her plain, black pantyhose underneath. The black haired man took her by her wrists and held them against the timber behind her, as the blonde man continued to push her dress up around her waist exposing her thing, skinny legs and a waist that could barely be the size of a few dozen elastic bands put together. I moved in, and picked up a brick laying aside and crept up behind the blonde haired man who was too busy forcibly undressing the poor girl. I brought up the brick in my hand, and down it went onto the back of the man's skull. He growled, as the brick broke into pieces and he fell slowly back onto his back cradling his head. The young girl's dress was untouched now, and naturally slumped down to cover her slim legs with a bit of modesty. The black haired man looked at me, but I gave him no time to get the upper hand and kicked him squarely in the chest sending his flying backwards against a pile of timber. He growled in anger and pain, but slowly fell down to the floor craddling his stomach. "Hey, come on before they get back on their feet." I told her, and she was shivering. Even in the darkness, the moonlight illuminated her slim, and thin physique inside that dress of hers. I looked away, and took her hand as she held onto her handbag. I pulled her out of the yard, and out to where my sports bag was. I picked it up, and without any one of us saying anything we were soon a few streets away from the yard. "Thank you." She said, in her sweet posh English accent. I nodded very stupidly, as if I was only nodding in response to her speaking. "No problem." I said with a shrug of my shoulders. We walked a few paces together, and she spoke again. "You work at the hospital?" She asked me, in her very proper accent. I nodded, holding my bag over my shoulder. "I'm a Cardiac Nurse, at the local hospital." I told her. "What's your name?" She asked me gently. "Jamie, well James if you like." I told her. "And you?" I asked her back. She was silent for a few seconds, and I thought she wouldn't tell me in fear or something. "Keira." She said timidly. I nodded. A nice name for a upper-class girl, she probably grew up in Kent or one of the nicer counties outside of London. We walked a few more streets with one another, as she asked me about my job as a Cardiac Nurse and I asked her how she ended up around this area at this time in the morning on her own. She told me that she had gone out with some school girl friends from back home in Coventry, and as always most would choose to go drinking in London because of it's nice clubs and bars. At some point everyone had called a taxi to get home, but Keira had declined a taxi with one of her friends after they had argued over something trivial. This was what had forced her to walk on her own, trying to get to the local bus depot to get to get to her flat in Fulham, in South West London that her mother and father had bought her to live in when in the city. She was quite far away from Fulham, miles away even. I told her I could walk her home, and she agreed eventually. I decided we would get a local bus to another area of the city, that had a connecting bus that went all the way to Fulham. I would let her go the rest of the way on the last bus, on her own. We talked about everything, from where I grew up back North in Scotland to how I ended up down in London working as a male Nurse. She was surprised, that I would step in and help her; considering her upbringing compared to my own. I told her I would never have done that, regardless of where we both grew up in I would always step in to help a person in the same situation; especially a woman. The rest of the journey on the first bus, was spent talking about her experiences in London and how they compared to the rural living of the outskirts of Coventry. We had fish and chips, that we bought at a local Fish and Chip shop as we waited for the first bus. We laughed, and talked about so many things I can't remember most of them. Her name was Keira Contague-Knight, she was low-level nobility. Her father was an anointed Earl, who's lineage goes back many centuries in Coventry. She told me she tried to move away from the hoity-toity life her parents had given her, going to the best all-girls Schools in the country to travelling around the world. She had been given the best education available in the country, and even modelled for some of the big French designers and such. She was only 23 years old, compared to my twenty nine years of age. She was still young, with much more ahead for her and her life was going places. She asked me about my life, how growing up in Glasgow was on me and how I had to fight for everything; to become a Cardiac Nurse to finding a life down here. I told her I fought long and hard, and never gave up on anyone or anything I wanted. Eventually the talk had taken most of the journey of the first bus, and we were getting off at the depot where she would get her next bus from. "Well I guess this is where I get my next bus." She said looking at me, her light brown eyes shone as she looked at me. She had pouted lips, and a small face and body with her dark brown hair combed to frame her face stopping just below her ears. I smiled awkwardly, I never saw her beautiful she was until now as we were facing one another at the quiet bus stop. "Listen, if you ever need to talk to someone about anything. Just give me a call." I told her, as I took out my phone and we exchanged phone numbers. "Anything?" She asked me, in a quip of a proper English accent. I smiled loving her voice. "Aye, give me a call about anything; living here in London or anything that's on your mind. Alright?" She nodded in response, and we parted ways as I watched her get on the night bus that went directly to the centre of Fulham. I breathed hard, and found that actually I liked Keira's company; even her sounding and looking like a girl so out of place, made me want to make sure she was safe. I got the next bus towards North London, to my home and when I got indoors I threw myself onto my bed and fell into a deep sleep. I hard earned it, and certainly needed it after that long shift and meeting Keira. Seven Days Later, Friday Afternoon, 3:45pm, My Home It was a rest day, my day off from Nurse duties. I was at home watching a re-run of Game of Thrones, when my phone vibrated under me telling me someone was calling. I fumbled around and pulled it out, and answered it seeing as I didn't recognise the number. "This is James." I said into the phone. There was a few seconds of silence, before a voice answered. "Hello, it's Keira." A woman's voice spoke. "Oh, hey. I didn't expect to hear from you, especially so soon." I answered back, as I got more comfortable on my couch. She laughed gently, as if she was happy to hear my voice. "Well I've been thinking about that night; not that aspect, but when you helped me." She said gently. I smiled hearing her proper, English accent. "I wanted to thank you for that night, what you did for me." I grinned. "Well I'll take your thank you." I said gently. She giggled away like a school-girl, so giddy and happy. "I mean I want to thank you, by going out together for a meal and a drink. A thank you meal." Keira said gently. I was surprised, I didn't expect she would want to thank me with actually meeting me again. "Well sure, OK. When did you have in mind?" I asked her. "Tonight." She said giggling. This was a surprise, although it was my day off I didn't expect to be spending it outside the house. "Well I don't know, I was actually going to catch up on some reports for work." I told her. "Oh stop putting it off, it'll be me and you with two of my friends. We'll eat, and get to know one another more." She said trying to justify what she was offering me. I thought it over, if Keira was willing to go to these lengths to get me to come out tonight I should at least reward her for her effort. "Where?" I asked. "Fulham, there's some nice bars and restaurants here. I promise I won't keep you too long, so you can get home and nothing like that night happens again." She said with a suaveness to her voice. I agreed, and she giggled at my answer as if happy at it. We agreed to meet at Fulham Broadway, a transport hub in Fulham at 6pm. I could get there by the London Underground in just an hour. So we ended our call, and I got washed and dressed in jeans and a nice black shirt with my leather coat over it. I was never really spending any of my wages as a Nurse, only on essentials so I had good savings, enough to go out for a few meals out most evenings if I wanted. I jumped the next train from my area, towards South West London; Fulham. It was a short journey, within 45 minutes I was in Fulham Broadway at almost 6pm and waited for Keira. I stood in the doorway of a Costa Coffee shop, near the front entrance to the building. By 6:15pm I assumed she was late, when I saw her walk through the large glass doors into the building with two friends; a blonde girl and brown haired man. "Jamie." She said smiling, beaming as she ran to me. She was beautiful, her small, skinny, lean figure was covered in a stylish black top and matching mini-skirt with tights, and ankle boots. She wore a matching blouse over her top, and her hair framed her face once more. She pursed her lips together, and smiled as she stood in front of me. Without bloody warning me, she wrapped her arms around me like a bear and hugged me as if I was an old friend; not a man she met less than a week before in some very dangerous circumstances. "Hey." Was all I managed to say in surprise. She broke off the hug, and turned to point out her two friends. "That's Sarah." She said pointing to the girl with blonde hair. "And that's her boyfriend, Tony." She added pointing to the brown haired man. I nodded, and waved at the two of them and they nodded meekly back. "Well are you ready? I picked out the restaurant." Keira told me smiling away. I nodded and she turned with a smile back to her friends, we had amassed some people watching us since her affectionate hug. We all moved, with Keira talking away to Sarah and Tony ahead of me as I felt like the third wheel. We soon arrived at the restaurant, and we were all directed to our table. All the time Keira, and her two friends were chatting away. The two of them tried to talk to me, but I gave them the only answers I could and then they moved onto speaking to Keira again. Everything they talked about made no sense, it was things I knew nothing about; friends they only knew of, and things only they had done together. Now I felt like the out of place one here, and Keira noticed and tried to involve me in the conversations with her friends but it just never clicked. Eventually talk of the University they went to came up, and it was one of those very elite and expensive to attend Universities. Sarah turned to me and asked where I went to study for Nursing. "Well I went to general College to learn Nursing, a regular NHS endorsed College." I told her, and she sort of grimaced in surprise. "A regular College, you never went to University?" She asked me, and her tone irritated me as if she was poking at the revelation. "No, I never got to go to University. But I got enough qualifications prior to attending the College of Nursing." I told her, as I we waited for our drinks to arrive. I had ordered a bottle of Lager. Sarah nodded, and changed the subject quickly to fashion. I noticed Keira looking at me, as if concerned for me. Soon enough we ordered our food, and I discovered the restaurant specialised in very expensive fish and seafood dishes. I ordered the least expensive of dishes, and it was a mixture of seafood and fish with noodles. Keira noticed that as Sarah and Tony talked with her, I guess they had lost patience in entertaining me. I ate quietly but noticed her every minute, watching me. The meal took ages to pass, Sarah and Tony took ages to finish their meals and continued to talk with Keira. We paid our bill, Keira paid for mine without asking me but I guess it was the thank you. We were soon all outside of the restaurant, with Sarah and Tony talking deeply together. "So James, I picked out a great bar for us to go for a drink in. It's not too far from here." Keira told me trying to smile. "Actually Keira, not that I don't appreciate this as a thank you but I just don't feel up to drinks tonight, love." I said forcing a smile, trying to sound convincing. Keira's smile disappeared, but Tony and Sarah were too busy talking to notice the situation. "I'm out of place here, Keira. I don't belong." I said with a forced smile, that eventually dropped at the last words. "I don't care, I want you here with me. OK maybe you don't fit in with my friends, but I am guessing I wouldn't with yours either. I invited you tonight, for my benefit. Not theirs." She said her smile wavering. "I just don't think I'll be the best of company tonight." I said turning away. "Please, James. Just one drink, and that's it." She offered me. I sighed, and slowly turned back to her on my heels. Looking at her, made me want to give her just one more thing; the drink she asked of me. "One drink." I said. She smiled, and without saying a word she dived into me and swooped her arm around mine and in a very warm hold, began to direct me towards the bar we were going to. It was a very modern bar, with a lot of young men and women inside and outside enjoying the techno music blaring, and the drinks. For me this was way too loud for me, but I gritted my teeth and went inside with Keira. I managed to drink one bottle of Lager again, that cost me almost £10 for just one drink. I was preparing to leave, getting my coat on when Keira walked over to me smiling. "Where are you going?" She asked smiling. "Home, this place is a bit too loud. I'm getting old." I said smiling. "Well why don't we go somewhere else, just you and me." I looked at her, this was unusual even by my standards for a girl. I looked at Sarah and Tony, they were busy drinking and dancing together as if it was a regular night for them on the dance floor. I looked back at Keira, ready to say what was on my mind seeing her dressed so beautifully, yet so out of reach for a man like me. "Keira, what exactly am I doing here?" I asked. She was struck for a moment, not understanding my question. "What do you mean?" She asked surprised. "Look at me, and look at you. You're so out of my league, it hurts bearing to even think about it." I laughed gently. Things got a bit heated between us, as she raised her voice. "Why? Why is it so hard to believe, that you and me could have a chance? You did something for me that night, I thought no man would ever do for a woman; not nowadays at least." She struck back at me. "Because you and me, are on two totally different ends of a very steep spectrum. We're not meant to be together." I said simply, luckily the techno music was drowning out the moment so no one was listening in. I sighed, and turned to begin walking away from the moment; and for the rest of my life pretend it never happened so I would never think of what could have been with Keira. I felt a tugging on my arm, and I was pulled to turn to face her. Keira at that moment dived in and planted a wet, passionate kiss on my parted mouth.