Porcelain, ivory, steel.

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That guy, drinking with his friends, he was just the sort of mindless hot sex object Nicholas needed tonight, and yet no matter how much he longingly looked over his shoulder neither the guy noticed him nor the woman trying to hit on him was getting the hint.  

It was his own fault though, he was the one who had started talking to her, he’d just broken up with his girlfriend and although he could hardly call it a huge loss (he had been sleeping with other men and women behind her back after all), it still took a bit of a blow to the heart, and what better way to solve it than with even more endless sex?  This woman had been the first person to look at him when walking into the pub, so of course immediately made it his mission to fuck her as soon as possible.

Until he’d seen the guy sitting at the bar.

Oh well, the guy was obviously busy celebrating something, didn’t really look like he wanted to be disturbed, so maybe Nicholas could fuck this woman tonight after getting pissed drunk and come back here another day. The guy looked at home here, perhaps he was a regular.

So spending the remaining evening humouring interest to his latest slut while downing as much whiskey as possible, Nicholas never noticed a pair of eyes staring at him through the crowd, his lust object staring heatedly at him from the bar.