X is for Xenia

My best girly-friend Yolanda gushed as she looked across the bar.

"Hey, isn't that James? He looks really hot tonight, wow. It's a pity he's married."

"Bitch!" I said jokingly and grinned at her.

Him. Her. Whatever.

I strained my neck to where 'she' was pointing and tried to recognize the person she was referring to. It was rather dark inside the club and all the bodies cramped together made it awfully hard for me to see if it really was my brother-in-law. Three hours of clubbing and three g-and-ts made it even worse and I wondered for a moment what the hell he could be doing here.

"It is him, it is James, yeah I guess it is. But why is he here?"

It came as a big surprise. Being happily married to my sister, why should he be in a club like this where all naughty men and women and - well, you know - hang out on Friday night? I definitely had to know.

But that wasn't really my main concern. I've had this long sort-of crush on James, with his gorgeous brown locks, those muscled shoulders, and that bum. Girl, I swear my sister married that bum. He's three years older than me, and my sister is a year older than him. My sister is hot - her boobs were almost as big as mine at 36C size - luckily mine are 38D. She has a great body, thanks to her efforts at the gym of course. She was fit and a little masculine amazingly when you think about it. So I guess I have the edge on that somehow. I was more into the voluptuous angle, with a slim waist, a round bum, and shapely legs that lead all the way up to - well, you know, again.

"Why don't you go over and say hi?" Yolanda said.

"I don't know. Maybe my sister doesn't know he's here or something. I don't want to interrupt - maybe he's looking for a little fun tonight?" I replied.

I thought for a moment. Daft idea. Yolanda looked at me and grinned, raising her eyebrows. I could tell what she was thinking. Was I drunk enough to try it?

Then I noticed, and Yolanda noticed. Our mutual so-called-friend, Zelda, was looking towards my brother-in-law. I decided there and then, if he was going to go with a tranny that evening it wasn't going to be that bitch, it was going to be me! Yolanda had realised my hesitation.