The two hunks were well dressed, expensive designer suits in a charcoal fabric and pristine white shirts open at the neck revealing tanned and well muscled chest. They had a certain swagger that appealed to my hot London girl's need for a strong man and I trusted my instincts; the guys weren’t gay, just well groomed. I always checked a guy’s shoes, a pair of beautiful hand-made Gucci or Crocket & Jones brogues can really make an outfit and set a man apart. These guys had confidence, a product of education, breeding and serious wealth. I wanted them, both. My dalliance with Damien had run its course and the guy was just not going to get lucky with this sexy North London girl tonight, but my mystery men would. But how to approach them?
I knew that I looked hot but I didn’t know if these guys were out on the pull or just enjoying a meal at an exclusive restaurant. I gave my apologies to Damien and told him not to call me, I would call him. Of course I wouldn’t and he never even asked if I had his number. The look on his face was priceless, he had obviously never had a woman say ‘no’ before but it would take more than a fancy car and a job in the city to get me between the bed sheets. I suggested on parting that he look up ‘female escorts North London’ for a date. I figured you would need to be paid to have to sit and listen to his self centred twaddle all evening. I was probably doing a disservice to the sexy North London escorts who would have to endure him but so be it.
I sashayed past the two guys, giving off an air of indifference but exuding sexuality and sex, a carnal, exotic animal that needed to be pursued and tamed. I was a wild beast of the sexual jungle, a North London girl who knew what she wanted and would take it without a second thought... I filled my head with such thoughts, exuding a confidence that hinted at being naughty. What tales of the taboo would be written tonight?
My exit did not go unnoticed and as I passed the guys I could hear one saying to the other ‘that is one hot and horny North London babe’... I stopped, turned and looked him in the eye and spoke quietly, my voice as sexy as Marilyn’s: “And what do you intend to do about it?” I swear I could see his jaw drop. He looked at his friend and stated point blank, “well if you had a friend I’m sure we could think of something, but as you can see I’m with a pal and I’m not in the habit of dumping my mates, no matter how hot the North London girls might be...”
“Who said you had to dump your friend? I’m enough woman for both of you...” I turned and walked away, confident that they would follow me straight out of the door...