Mile-High

Mile-HIgh

The music blared and the lights flashed brightly. Brandon refused to go into places like this. He said they made him nauseous. That made it perfect for Ian. He declared the clubs of London's SoHo district his personal hunting ground.

Granted, they did sometimes make him a bit nauseous too. In fact, if the truth be told, they always made him feel a little ill. But that was a small price to pay. The SoHo clubs were overflowing with hot babes. Besides, they provided his claim to coolness.

Brandon, of course, was ultimately cool. He always wore cool clothes, he always said cool things, he always had cool ideas. Brandon's main claim to coolness was the Mile-High Club, of which he claimed to be a member. Maeve affected not to believe him. She pointed out that he never told the same story twice in a row. Ian didn't know what to think.

After tonight it wouldn't matter. Ian desperately wanted to be a member of the Mile-High Club, and this was the night. He had the perfect plan, and now he had found the perfect partner. Her name was Louisa and she had the face of a Botticelli angel Her hair was the color of clover honey. Her lips were soft and plump. She had blue eyes that an unwary man might drown in.

He had been laying the groundwork for an hour, and now it was time to make his play. "How would you like to go swimming with the dolphins?" Ideally this question should have been softly murmured. As it was, he had to raise his voice to be heard over the music.

"What do you plan to do, break into an aquarium?" Some girls would have openly laughed at him. Louisa's response was a heart melting pout.

Ian leaned toward her across the small table. He looked deep into her eyes with his nose an inch from hers. "I'm talking about wild dolphins, in water as warm as a bathtub.

At that, her eyes grew wide. "Are you serious?"

He gave a solemn nod. " I have a plane waiting at Gatwick airport to take us to Florida, in the United States." He smiled wickedly. "Don't worry about a swimsuit, you won't need one."

Louisa looked like Alice going through the looking glass as she boarded the plane. "Is this really yours?"

Ian smiled sheepishly. "Actually, it belongs to my, uh, father, but he's out of town."

Louisa looked around the luxurious interior, then turned with a knowing smile. "This will be a long flight. I hope we don't get bored."

Ian matched her smile. "I'm sure we'll find something to do."

An hour later, the time had come. Ian had applied all his skills. He had caressed Louisa's cheeks,and the inside of her wrists. he had kissed her eyelids, and the palms of her hands. Nothing in between, though. He was saving that for the ultimate moment.

Now Louisa was ready. She laid back as if in a trance, completely amenable to his will. Ian felt his teeth begin to grow. His thirst surged within him. Soon there would be a new member of the Mile-High Club.