This is part 1 of the One Night In Hell series.

Alessia mouthed the words across the bar with abundant exaggeration while holding 2 fingers in the air.

“Two Vodka and Cokes please!”

It was impossible to be heard as the music was deafening. Saturday nights in Hell were always the same. Conversations were impossible, lip reading was an advantage but unfortunately a skill most were lacking in. However, lip locking (especially with a hot young fella) was always a surefire way to skip the smalltalk.

Hell was the hippest nightclub in London by far. The crowd was chic and elegant, the dress code was hot and the men were of a certain distinction. No rowdy drunks or chavs allowed. Membership was the only way to get into this place and it wasn’t cheap, hence the desirable clientele.

Alessia made her way through the heaving crowd back to the small table Silvia had laid claim to.

The drinks spilled over her fingers as she moved, leaving her hands wet and sticky. She cursed under her breath, at £10 a drink this was precious liquid and until they found someone to buy the next round, this one would have to last a while.

The two girls scanned the crowd for any potential “thigh clenchers”. Thigh clenchers were of course any man that gave them that butterfly sensation in the groin that caused them to squeeze their thighs together.

They had their own dictionary when it came to men and more acronyms than a plate of alphabetti spaghetti.

“S.O.L., green shirt at 3 o’clock checking you out,” Silvia screeched into Alessia’s ear.

Sex On Legs in the green shirt was indeed checking her out. Alessia smiled her sexiest smile and batted her £30 Artemese fur lashes.

She threw back her head and laughed while flicking her long dark hair seductively over her shoulder. The trick was never actually letting him know it was for his benefit.

These girls knew exactly what they were doing. They had been doing the rounds in Hell for well over a year now. Both were on the lookout for a life partner because at 30 years old they weren’t getting any younger.

So far Hell had resulted in 11 flings, 9 one-night stands, one STD, one pregnancy scare and one rather brief engagement with a Red Bull ring pull. This of course was between the two, although Alessia had knocked up most of the one-night stands.

Alessia was the smouldering, dark eyed, curvy brunette. Her olive skin made it look like she had a permanent tan thanks to her Italian heritage, the one thing that Silvia had always been jealous of. Fake tan on her pasty white skin just wasn’t the same.

Silvia was the blonde bombshell, the English rose with her pale skin and dusty pink lips. Her eyes the colour of bluebells on a Spring morning often caused people to stare. Her long golden hair was teased and backcombed into a golden cloud-like halo around her head.

The angelic look was her bait; it’s what lured the men to her, but angel she definitely wasn’t.

Alessia continued her mating dance; the laughing, the flicking of the hair, the licking of lips and accidentally (not) brushing a hand across her breast. All this was done while totally ignoring S.O.L., who was now mouth agape and completely mesmerised.

Silvia gave her friend a quick double wink. This in the girl’s own unique language meant S.O.L. was on his way over. Their first rule of interaction was to get both of them a fresh drink. This ensured that, even if they decided they didn’t like them, they still got a free refill. Hell could get very pricey if you didn’t find someone to provide drinks for you.

On cue both girls knocked back their Vodka & Coke, meaning they were both holding empty glasses by the time S.O.L. made it to their table. He had also brought a wingman along; who was quite the hottie himself.

Bingo!! One each, perfect!!

“Hello ladies,” was all Alessia could lip read, whatever else he said was lost in the music. She responded by giving a shy little wave and holding up her empty glass. Implying that she’d heard him offer a drink, even though she hadn’t.

He took the glass and leaned right into her hair. When he’d managed to find her ear with his lips beneath her mass of lacquered hair he shouted “what would you like beautiful lady?”

She turned her head towards him and shouted back into his ear, “We’ll have Vodka & Coke please.”

Her lips brushed purposely against his ear and she acknowledged the jolt that she had just sent running through him. She was so good at doing that.

“What’s your name?” she asked, while taking advantage of his ear placed directly in front of her lips.

He moved back into to her hair and shouted “Jason, and you?”

“Alessia, and this is Silvia,” she said waving a finger in the direction of her blonde partner in crime, who was already deeply engrossed in the ear of Jason’s wingman.

She watched Jason push his way back through the crowd towards the bar. He was handsome all right; broad shoulders, blonde floppy hair, although maybe a little too long for her liking.

He was tall, his eyes were brown and kind and his smile was dazzling. She already liked him and they were only on the first drink.

Silvia seemed to be enjoying wingman’s company. Alessia nodded toward her empty glass and winked to let her friend know that she had sealed the deal on the drinks.

The problem with Hell was the music was impossibly loud making any attempt of a conversation a screaming match. If you got too close to someone’s ear you could easily deafen them but for the most it was a constant “I can’t hear you” lip sync battle back and forth.

After a few lame attempts to have a conversation Alessia finished her third free drink and pulled Jason towards the heaving dance floor. Deciding she couldn’t impress him with words she thought her moves would be a better option. He could hardly hear her, but he could sure as hell see her.

Alessia was confident on the dance floor, she moved like a temptress, every swing of her hips calculated. She never failed to catch all the attention when she danced. Dancing made her Hot, and a beautiful Hot dancing woman was something that every man noticed.

Her white Herve Leger bandage dress clung perfectly to each and every one of her ample curves. Alessia had always been a little on the larger side and she loved every inch of her curvaceous packaging.

Her hands roamed over her body as she rotated her hips and swayed to the rhythm of Beyoncé booming from the speakers. She lifted her hands up into her hair, giving her neck a quick blast of cool air and then allowed it to cascade back around her shoulders. Alessia lost herself in the music and began to feel her sex respond.

Sex On Legs stood staring, mouth open, she knew she had him, hook line and sinker. She liked him, she really liked him; maybe this could go somewhere. She flashed her tongue over her top lip provocatively while holding his gaze.

Jason tugged on her hand pulling her towards a far corner of the club and away from the dance floor. The beat of Calvin Harris was literally pulsating through her body. It seemed like her own heartbeat was in time with the music. She felt the spark between their skin; hand in hand as they made their way towards the dark corner.

He stopped, pulled her toward him and spun her around until her back was against the wall. The weight of his body crushing against her as his mouth pressed down on hers with urgency.

He was a great kisser, a kiss could make or break the situation and Alessia had high standards when it came to the snog. Jason was indeed ranking up there with the best right now.

He sucked her bottom lip into his mouth and fondled it gently with his tongue. Releasing her lip from his vortex he teased her mouth, probing hungrily then retreating to tenderly licking it. She could feel her lips become swollen from his teasing and biting as well as her own arousal.

Oh the power of a kiss. His lips tasted and teased hers in every which way. His kiss had sparked a fire deep in her core and she was hungry for more of him but not here in Hell. She had never gone that far in a public place.

“How about we leave here and go to mine?” Alessia shouted into his ear, flicking her tongue out and teasing his flesh purposely.

He flinched and she knew he’d felt that little touch right between his thighs. She could feel his excitement pushing against her belly and his breath hot and heavy against her cheek.

“I want you now Alessia, right now or I’ll explode,” he groaned into her ear.

His breath on her skin was making her feel like her panties might spontaneously combust. This guy was making her hotter than any other man before him. Maybe it was the thrill of being seen and being in such a public place.

She wouldn’t normally suggest taking a man back to her place until knowing a little more about him, but this guy was really stoking her fire, her rational head was no longer in play.

The beat of the music pounded in her chest, making her heart feel like it could burst through her ribcage at any moment. His lips were eagerly nibbling on her neck and ear, while his hands were desperately trying to find a way past the expensive bandages keeping his hands from her flesh.

People were moving around them and they were in plain sight. Alessia was so Hot she was in permanent thigh clench mode. She had never wanted to rip someone’s clothes off and get down and dirty right there in public. Tonight she wanted to, but that didn’t mean she would.

The Vodka, along with the music, flowed through Alessia’s veins making her a little heady. His hot ragged breath against her skin was making her feel weak at the knees.

His hand edged its way up her thigh to graze against her now moist panties, leaving a current of electricity in its wake.

The thought of someone seeing what he was doing was sending her excitement to new levels. However, in the back of her mind alarm bells were telling her not to make a public display of herself.

More and more people were armed with smartphones and she did not want to find herself a viral sex siren on YouTube anytime soon. Let Kim Kardashian break the Internet, Alessia did not want that kind of coverage.

She wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled him close.

“Not here Jason, people will see and I’m not really an exhibitionist.”

Actually she was feeling like a total exhibitionist and it wasn’t unpleasant. She looked over his shoulder at the people she could see and wondered how many fellas had an erection right now watching them.

“Ever been in the VIP lounge?” he screeched through the loud music.

“VIP lounge, here, I had no idea there was one.”

“Come on.”

He pulled her through the crowd again only this time in a different direction. Around the back of the DJ booth was a big black door that said ‘NO ENTRY- Personnel Only’.

Jason lifted a small metal plaque on the door to expose a little red button.

As soon as he pushed the button the door slid open revealing a black velvet curtain. Alessia had to adjust her eyes, as at first glance you couldn’t really see anything, it was just black.

Jason pulled her in through the door and waited for it to slide shut behind them before opening the curtain that revealed a huge climbing staircase. A security guard stood at the foot of the stairs eyeing whatever card Jason was flashing at him and motioned us to pass and climb the stairs.

The pounding music from Hell now faded into the distance and, for the first time, Alessia could hear his voice clearly.

“This is Heaven, reserved for VIP members only. Luckily for the both of us I am a member and up here we’ll have a lot more privacy. Come on, I’ll show you.”

He pulled back the heavy velvet curtain at the top of the stairs to reveal another club, almost as big as the one below but much more elegant and chic.

Chandeliers hung from the ceiling and a huge circular bar sat right in the middle of the large white room. The furniture and drapes, as with everything else, were white. The complete opposite of what was downstairs. Cigar smoke mixed with Chanel perfume hung in the air and the music had a relaxed chill out vibe to it.

“This is Heaven.” Jason informed her while tugging her hand and leading her inside.

Alessia stood mouth agape, taking in every detail of the beautiful room before her. How had she never known about this place? How did they manage to keep it such a secret?

“Wow.” Alessia sighed.

Jason led the way to a small booth and gestured for Alessia to sit. He signaled to the waiter and moved in beside her on the soft white velvet upholstery. You could have seated maybe 8 people in the booth on the semi-circle velvet sofa.

The waiter promptly arrived with a bucket of Cristal Roederer and two expensive looking champagne flutes. When he had finished pouring he pulled a white curtain across the booth, leaving them in complete privacy.

“Wow,” Alessia sighed again.

She couldn’t absorb what had just happened. She could hardly believe her luck, in over a year of coming here every Saturday she never knew this place existed. It was so classy and elegant and private and reeked of fame and money. She loved it. Wait until Silvia got wind of this.

Her thoughts momentarily drifted to her girlfriend who was downstairs with Jason’s friend.

“I wish Silvia could have seen this, I feel a bit guilty having just disappeared, she’ll never find me up here.”

“Well, Steven is also a VIP member so, for all you know, she could well be here already.” he said while leaning in for a kiss.

That kiss once again brought her body to life, the thigh clenching resumed and an intense heat engulfed her lower body. She thought he could probably make her climax by just kissing her, he was that good.

Silvia was once again forgotten and the lust she had been feeling downstairs had once again laid claim on her body. She melted into him letting him explore her mouth with his tongue and her breasts with his hands.

Jason peeled the straps off Alessia’s shoulders, kissing her bare skin. She gasped as her breath caught in her throat. His lips were fire on her skin. She felt she might melt into one big puddle right there.

Across her breastbone his lips scorched her flesh sending the most delicious sensations to the pit of her stomach. She fisted her hands in his hair, pushing his face into her cleavage. She thought he might suffocate amidst her ample bosom but he seemed perfectly content to do so.

Restricted by the table so close to the sofa there wasn’t too much room to move intimately. Alessia couldn’t do anything but lean back and let him expose her breasts.

First he went for the right, gently peeling back the elasticated fabric to expose a big brown nipple to his lips. At the touch of his mouth the nipple shrank to a hard bullet standing proud and erect.

His teeth taunted and teased the little brown bud. The sensation felt as if he was teasing her sex, every bite and nibble caused an electric shock to ripple through her groin as if the nipple were directly connected there.

A groan escaped her open mouth as he covered it with his, exploring every part with his curious tongue before returning to the job at hand.

Slowly he unveiled her left breast, watching it spill over the white fabric in direct contrast to her olive skin. Again he sucked the nipple into his mouth and worked it with his practiced tongue. Alessia was on the brink of orgasm and he hadn’t even touched her there yet.

She could do no more than fist his hair. It was impossible for her to reach him anywhere else due to the restrictive furnishings. Of course this was a place for social drinking, it really wasn’t built for sex.

Jason ironically seemed to be in heaven, his head enveloped by her big breasts, his hands pulling and kneading as his mouth sucked on her. Every flick of his tongue on her swollen, sensitive, nipples was bringing her closer to the edge.

She could hear voices just behind the curtain, the only thing keeping their explicit sex act private from the other VIP members.

Knowing people were so close was heightening her pleasure and making her giddy. She imagined they were watching her through the curtain. She saw images of men masturbating while watching them in her minds eye and that was all it took.

Alessia tried to stifle her moans as she came undone. The gripping spasms of her orgasm racked her body from head to toe. Her hands so tight in Jason’s hair he couldn’t move. He continued to suck and bite on her left nipple as she rode the wave, clutching him to her with a force she didn’t know she possessed.

“Mmmmmm baby you make me so fucking hard,” he crooned from between her bosom. “You liked that didn’t you, you naughty girl.”

Alessia couldn’t speak for once in her life. The sensations that had just taken over her body were something she had never experienced.

“Welcome to Heaven baby,” he said lifting himself from her chest and finding her mouth with his once more.

Hmmmm