Damon POV

I pushed my way through the web of people tangled together on the dance floor, finally making my way past the grinding bodies of my favourite club. I sat down in a plush, leather seat at the bar before signalling the bartender with a swift flick of the wrist. Who's this? I thought. He wasn't the usual guy, Toby. This man, or should I say boy, had mousy brown hair and pimples covering his face. He looked like a teenager, not even old enough to be working in a place like this. He clumsily made his way over to my side of the bar, wearing a goofy smile on his sweaty face.

"Hey what can I get you?" The new kid asked distractedly, looking over my shoulder at something, his mouth hanging open in awe. Probably the sex show on the dance floor, bet he's never seen anything so 'rated m'. I snickered at my own joke, before returning my ice cold stare to the bartender, who still wasn't paying much attention. I coughed loudly to make him notice me but still no luck. Fucking hell. What is wrong with this guy? I didn't have very much patience anyway but today had been particularly uneventful and this boy was really starting to get on my fucking nerves. Just as I was about to stand up and scream in the face of the spotty freak who hadn't hit puberty yet, I was halted by another voice. I felt the heat of another body first behind me, and then beside me but I didn't dare look. The kid looked like he was about to faint and I angrily turned to the idiot who'd prevented me from ordering my much-needed glass of bourbon. I froze. My god, was she a vision. My eyes landed at her feet, where she wore a pair of black, fuck me heels that turned me on to no end. Wait…what the fuck? Since when did I get horny over a girls' feet? Nevertheless, I couldn't stop myself and I continued the torturous journey up her tanned and long legs. Shit, I was already imagining them wrapped tightly around my waist in the throes of passion and my jeans tightened in conclusion. Her dress was a blood red bodycon, which clung to her ridiculously perfect curves like a second skin and ended above mid-thigh. It had a low-cut v-neck that showed off a large amount of cleavage, almost making me drool. My gaze travelled further up the tantalizingly thin column of her neck before locking onto her face. Could she be any more perfect? Her long, chocolate brown hair curtained her heart-shaped face with bouncy curls that I just wanted to run my fingers through. Her large, doe eyes glinted mischievously and her full, red lips were pulled into a seductive smirk as she lazily smiled invitingly at the bartender. Her sickly sweet voice pulled me out of my appraisal.

"Bourbon on the rocks please and…"she turned to look at me and asked me what I wanted.

"I'll have the same, thanks." I muttered once I'd gained my composure, but even my voice sounded croaky to myself. I cursed under my breath. She gazed knowingly at me, before turning to the teen at the bar. He returned with two glasses of my favourite whiskey, his hands shaking uncontrollably and for the first time I actually felt sorry for the kid. He was a quivering mess of nerves. Shaking the thoughts away, I looked over at the beautiful creature sitting next to me, to find her already staring questioningly at me. The way her eyes peered into my soul unnerved me, until I remembered myself and broke our staring competition by speaking up. I turned up the charm and shot her a dazzling smile. It's true that I was familiar with the ladies.

"So thanks for the drink, I guess and who might you be sweetheart?" I asked her purposefully. She giggled at me like a schoolgirl and I caught myself chuckling on with her.

She placed her dainty hand out towards me. "I'm Elena." She drawled in her honey rich voice that did things to my libido. I took her hand carefully into my own and placed a chaste kiss on her hand, lingering at her soft skin for a beat longer than necessary but I just couldn't stop myself. Reluctantly, I released her and peaked up at her faultless face. Her plump, bottom lip was trapped between her pearly white teeth and I instantly hardened more at the vision of my dick sliding in and out of the hot cavern of her mouth. I held in the groan and was luckily pulled out of my dirty thoughts by the sound of her speaking to me again.

"So what's your name, Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome?" She laughed again, and I hate to admit it, but I loved her playful and taunting way of speech. She looked up at me expectantly from beneath her lashes and I just about held in another moan.

"The name's Damon. Damon Salvatore. "I told her cheekily, watching as she failed to hide her amusement at my James Bond reference.

Suddenly, she leaned up on the bar, and the view of her breasts pushed up deliciously immediately caught the bartender's attention. He hurried over quickly, almost tripping over his own feet and stuttered out nervously, "Umm.. h-how can I…err, help y-y-you?" I scoffed at his inability to string together a simple sentence and Elena winked at me sexily, successfully shutting me up.

"Hmmm…I'll have 6 shots of tequila please?" She purred.

"S-sure, y-yeah of c-c-course." The schoolboy stammered and handed Elena her order.

"So, who are they for princess?" I smirked as she glared at me feistily.

"The name's Elena." She corrected me immediately and the corners of my lips lifted at her fire. "Oh and you're sharing these with me. Let's get this party started…"

"Now you're talking…I definitely like the sound of that." I chuckled and downed shot after shot in time with the incredible woman to my left.