LoveClub

1 Lili-2

Let’s take Nicole for example, the girl from Carmen’s text. She’s a discreet looking girl on the outside, but with the help of the internet, she managed to make bawdy drawings that would turn on almost any man with ease. Her works probably weren’t inspired by her own imagination: dirty men motivate her. There’s nothing really unbelievable about this, since all men have some sort of perversion. Bence wasn’t an exception either, and Lili knew this more than anyone.

The boy had a little black book, which listed all the extreme places where he wished to have s*x. There were quite a few they had already ticked off the list together. I wonder if he still keeps a record of it?

Lili was just about to reply to Carmen’s message, but she got distracted by Bence gently clearing his throat. The boy had an inquiring look on his face that stopped Lili from smiling. She quickly fell back into her question filled reality. Forcing her mouth shut, she managed to keep her questions to herself. Why on Earth did you invite me here? She refused to initiate anything. No way! It was advisable for her to be careful with the questioning. The more she sought answers, the more Bence would hide away. Even in the past the best way they had understood each other was when they were moving their bodies instead of their mouths. Would bodily communication be the best bet again?

“Yes, I’m still interested in journalism,” she said, helping Bence out a bit. She quickly realized her slip in keeping distance and strongly restricted her next sentence. “Not long ago, I got a chance at becoming a freelance writer for News.”

Okay, so there was a little exaggeration in what she said. In the summer, she started an apprentice job at the nationwide newspaper, News. She had to write all those insignificant articles that people don’t really read, and she had to attend boring press conferences. Sometimes she’d sit in front of the editors’ telephone answering calls from all the unhappy readers while taking notes of all the crap they told her. In the beginning, there were ten of them working at this unforgiving summer job, but as time passed, people had left, leaving her and her classmate Szabo the only ones left. However, it was true that their editor offered them a huge opportunity a couple of days back. The veteran media executive found them quite talented, so he offered to employ them as freelance writers. They would be paid in cash if they succeeded in getting a couple of good headliners before the start of the new semester. The icing on the cake was that their names would be mentioned, too, right under the articles, just like real journalists. Lili was so delighted about this that she had cried. She had come a long, long way chasing her childhood dream, and now, after all the energy, blood and sweat she put in, everything finally looked promising for her. At last she could show people who didn’t think she was capable that she had finally made it. Her dad, some childhood friends, and Bence were all part of this group. To be honest, though, the boy never really did put his concerns into words. It made Lili much more upset that he didn’t say anything. It didn’t matter if she told him cheerfully or miserably about her life at the university; he just didn’t seem to care.

“Really?” His eyes lit up and he poured some wine into their glasses. “We must make a toast! So, what are you working on now?”

His movements were like that of an animal carefully circling its prey. Let’s tame him!

“I’m sorry, but I can’t reveal any information. If I did, I’d have to kill you...” Lili smiled firmly, tilting her head slightly to one side, freeing her neck. She knew it would provoke him.

Bence leaned forward a bit. Lili could smell his strong Armani perfume that she had missed so much.

“No need to worry, I can keep a secret,” whispered the boy, lifting his index finger in front of his meaty lips.

Even though the flirting was obvious, Lili still tried to keep her distance. She knew that if she let the seduction to continue, they would soon end up in some kind of massive s*x-battle. Not that she’d mind, but there was something more precious to her than Bence’s c**k. She wanted him to overcome his pride and apologize for all the things he did. She wasn’t going to accept one of those lousy, quick apologies that are just for the sake of taking her to bed: she wanted him to give her an honest and meaningful apology that came straight from his heart. This meant that she had to take his mind off s*x. This could be accomplished, for example, with the help of such exciting topics as the work she’s been doing as a journalist….

“In the past two months there had been an alarming number of suicides committed by young girls around the area. I know about three people, all under twenty-five,” she said, taking a sip from her wine.

The alcohol was doing its job. She had just enough to loosen her tongue. Not to mention that Bence’s sexy and – finally – interested look was also helping her feel confident. It might be time to stop drinking, or it could be the right time to have another.

“Do you think there’s a connection between the cases?”

The girl nodded, and after she struggled to force another gulp down her throat she continued.

“I think it’s some kind of new drug on the market.”

The boy quietly hummed. Clearly he was giving the Lili’s theory a go.

“How do you know they all took drugs? Did you know them? Did you do any research on them?” he asked harmlessly.

“Nope, not yet,” as soon as it was revealed that Lili had hardly done any investigation, she quickly added. “It could also be related to a new cult.”

Immediately, that good old arrogant look appeared on the boy’s face, which made Lili’s stomach turn. It’s quite unusual for one’s s*x appeal to be the same as one’s most annoying characteristic. In the past, Lili found this to be quite a turn on, but when it became his trademark of cruelty, she tried to think of it as the only reaction a cocky little punk could do.

“I think you’ve read too many crime stories. This is Hungary for God’s sake; there are no new drugs or cults with suicidal tendencies here.”

Lili felt her temper rise. Her sense of judgment took a dive, and her emotions were bouncing up and down like a yoyo.

“Do you think I’m stupid or what?” she asked with her eyes set to kill.

“No, I only think it’s a waste of time and energy to play about with this topic. If it was as interesting as you say, then the professionals would be all over it and the police would’ve already started investigating,” The boy was talking politely, but the grimace still remained on his face.

Okay, that’s enough!

“I’d rather put some effort into my job, than to spend all my energy on a dickhead!” Lili smiled. “Or, do you think I should do my research on boys who f**k off in the middle of New Year’s Eve from the apartment they rent?”

Bence acted like he was deaf. His eyes were moving left to right, looking for anyone who might hear them. With that kind of family background, it would’ve been especially unpleasant for him to end up in a noisy row right in the middle of the Juliet. Being driven by a sudden idea, Lili lifted her leg up to the boy’s crotch under the table. She’d never done anything like this before, and had no idea where she got the courage to do it. It might have been the wine.

This finally made the grimace disappear off Bence’s face, leaving a new, naughty look. He enjoyed the vehemence she had. What a little lecher!

“Now, it’s my turn to ask questions. What are we doing here?” Just so she could emphasize her question, she carefully pushed her foot against the boy’s genitals, the way people push down on a gas pedal.

Bence got tense.

“I wanted to see you,” he replied, and took another sip of wine before he continued.

Lili wasn’t too satisfied with the answer, so she pushed her foot in between his legs again. With slightly more force, of course, which almost made the boy spit his wine.

“I was curious about you!” he cried.

The noise made their neighbors turn towards them, frowning. Once more, it’s those ill-mannered, lowbred youngsters who can’t keep quiet. Staring eye to eye, the girl smiled and swayed her head. She considered a change of gear instead of pushing her last question. Rather than using the soles of the uncomfortable shoes she was wearing, she thought it would be more efficient to use the heels to torture him.

Bence made a slight hiss and painfully pointed his eyes on the table in front of him.

“There’s no need to worry, I won’t make a scene. We’ll sort this out, simply, just between you and me,” she smiled.

“What do you want?” Bence seemed to give in. Lili’s moment of glory has finally arrived. Did I only need stilettos to achieve this?

“Tell me you’re sorry,” she said, stylishly, the pitch of her sentence enough to make her feel like she was a self-confident woman.

Bence stared at her, expressionless.

“Who sent you the text?” he finally said.

“Tell me you’re sorry!” repeated Lili firmly.

“Was it your boyfriend?” Bence persisted.

“Tell me you’re sorry!” she stood her ground.

“Is he better than me?”

“Tell me you’re sorry, unless you want me to skewer you!” she said sarcastically.

They got caught up in a grinding silence before the storm of emotions came. Lili pulled one of her eyebrows up, urging him to say something, but it was in vain. As Bence remained silent, Lili’s face turned red.

“I knew you wouldn’t have the heart to skewer me. Why would you cause damage to something you love?” Bence broke the silence with his mischievous laugh, and stroked her calf under the table.

Enough! Once again, she had lost. Just as always.

“Let go of me!” she hissed, fighting her tears while pulling her leg from the soothing fingers.

The sudden movements made the chair legs screech on the marble floor. Thanks to the sharp noise, even the waiters now had noticed that there was something going on. I’ve truly had enough of this! Lili quietly started packing her stuff, and woozily stood up from the table with the wine glass in her hand. I can’t leave like this; he has humiliated me! There’s still time for one final speech before finishing the last drop of wine.

“You haven’t changed at all!” she growled, but Bence just sat there with a straight face, arms crossed and lips tightened. “I only wanted an apology from you. Not some worthless flowers. You should’ve known that I hate roses anyway. I wanted words. The only thing I wanted to hear from you was that you have regretted what you had done. Nothing else. Instead, you continue tormenting me. Who the f**k are you? A nobody.”

He’s doing it again, acting like he can’t hear me. Lili wanted to force the last of the wine down her throat, but then she thought she’d do otherwise. She actually made a scene. With a single swing of her arm, she poured the last of her wine on the boy. The red wine unstoppably soaked Bence’s white shirt. He flinched back, almost falling over with his chair. He even slipped out a brief ‘f**k you’, but cut off in time to restrain himself. Everyone’s eyes were now set on the pair. Lili pulled herself together and aimed for the exit with a numb leg. I have to manage until I get out from here. The receptionist nodded and the glass door opened as Lili walked out the building. She felt satisfied. No one dared say anything, especially seeing how resolutely she held on to the wine glass.

“I’m just on my way home, he’s an asshole! Wake me up when you’re home, we need to talk!”

It was quite hard for her to write a text message while dodging pedestrians. The stilettos and the alcohol didn’t help much, either. The way she was clutching onto her handbag made her feel like she was some kind of a wasted w***e. The last time she had such a terrible evening was when Bence disappeared. She hated herself for walking into his trap again. Carmen even warned her earlier about the meeting and said that Bence will probably only drain her energies.