And yet... something about her screamed refined. She didn't look like the type of girl who would climb onto a pole in a nightclub and dry hump it for attention, but here she was... putting on a show for me. I needed to get a pole in the house so I could see her in full motion without that beautiful dress that fit her so well.
My cock jumped as she turned and her eyes locked onto mine, the sexy smile on her full lips telling me that I was sure to be the luckiest guy in the bar that night. I'd been lucky many times, but those bitches were brainless, just slutty girls that wanted another night of pleasure, and I was happy to oblige.
However, this one was different. She looked like she wanted to tease me until I broke in front of her.
I should walk away. This isn't who I want to be anymore. I no longer want to be that man who takes and uses, and ends up desolate and alone at the end of the night. Or the end of his life. I'm thirty-five. It's time to grow up.
The sharp grip of her fingers on my wrist pulled me from the depressing thoughts that plagued me. Geoff's funeral had been earlier that afternoon and the quick trip to the bar was only for a drink and some company, to neutralize the depressing thoughts of the day, without having to focus on anyone in particular.
"I'm not sure where you're going, but I want you here with me," she whispered and pulled my hands around her waist, leaving them to rest on the top curve of her tight ass.
"Long day." I slid them down farther, realizing that I was trapped and not minding too much after all. She wanted a night of fucking for one reason or another. If she was going to choose me to be the one to give it to her, I wasn't going to complain.
"Well, it's over now, so stay here with me and forget everything else." She pressed herself against me and I groaned quietly.
Her softness melded perfectly against the tight body I'd forged in the gym as if by design. I leaned down and brushed my lips up the side of her neck, licking at her ear and breathing in deeply. "Fuck, you smell so good."
"I taste better." She turned and hovered in front of me, her lips so close to mine I could almost taste her on my tongue. She might prove to be the death of me if I didn't get her out of the club soon and spread my sentiments across her skin.
"What was my first mistake? I'm not sure I'm willing to make another one." I smiled at her and moved back a little, but not before sliding one hand up her back and into her silky hair. It felt so good on my fingers, the strands wrapping around me tightly.
"Asking if I was here alone." She smiled teasingly and started to dance again as the music changed and the lights pulsed from red to a deep blue.
"Ah..." I wasn't quite sure I understood, but I let it die again much to her disapproval. It was almost cute to see her brow furrow. She wanted to pull me in, to play with me and I had denied her this round.
I spun her around and tugged her back against me again, pressing myself between the perfect cheeks of her rear. Opening my fingers, I slid them around the front of her taut stomach and held her against me as I rocked myself in deeper and deeper. The sound of her quiet panting sent my heart racing, my blood boiling. I had to get her out of there and into my bed soon.
She turned and wrapped against me in a tight hug as she glanced up. "The right question would have been, who am I leaving with?"
"Would it now?" I brushed the hair away from her pretty face and focused on the depths of her light brown eyes. "I already know the answer to that. Why would I ask something I already knew the answer to? Seems trivial."
Her brow lifted and I had to stop myself from chuckling.
"And just who do you think I'm leaving this club with?" She moved her body in a way that allowed what seemed like every part of her to touch me.
I bit my lip to keep from showing her just how fucking good it felt to have her against me. No showing my cards just yet though. She already had me willing to throw caution to the wind and I'd just met her.
Dangerous was right.
"Me. You are leaving with me." I took her face in my hands and leaned down, pressing my lips to hers and forcing my tongue slowly into her warm mouth.
She lifted a little and pressed against the kiss, sucking on my tongue as if to prove how good she could be in bed.
I took full advantage of the little tart and worked my tongue in and out of her mouth until she was trembling. Her fingers brushed by my cock between us, and I groaned, having been caught a little bit off guard. She did it again and I moved one hand to cup hers, turning her fingers and pressing them tightly to my erection.
"I'm a big guy... you sure you can handle yourself if I take you with me?" I gave her a naughty smile and she laughed and squeezed me tightly.
"Second mistake for the night, baby. Don't challenge a confident woman." She scraped her nails across my sack, causing a jolt of desire to stoke the roaring flame inside me.
"Good girl," I mumbled and took her hand, walking us to the front of the club. I tossed my keys to the valet and pulled her against my side, holding her like she belonged to me. "Hustle. I'm in no mood to wait."
"Yes, Sir." The valet jogged away and I walked us out the door into the chilly night air, needing something to cool myself down a little. I wished like hell I'd had a driver bring me. I didn't want to wait until I got to my place. I couldn’t think of anything but her in the back of the car, on her knees, her little mouth full as she took care of me.
"So cocky," she mumbled, smiling as I glanced down at her. My heart fluttered.
"Another mistake, I assume?"
"Not at all. You'll need it for what I plan to do to you." She licked at her lips and turned her attention to the street as the car pulled up.
"I'm starting to like making these mistakes." I chuckled and walked her to the passenger-side door, brushing my fingers over her ass as I watched her gracefully get into the car. She looked like she belonged in it. Belonged with me.
Weird. Stop that shit and enjoy the night.
I planned to.
3 - Lila
The Maybach was beautiful, the delightful smell of new leather hitting me as I got in. Jazz music played on the radio, which seemed perfect for the handsome man I had found by the bar. Or rather, he'd found me.
I smiled at the thought.
He got into his side of the car and buckled up, glancing over at me as his tongue darted out to wet his lips.
I wanted another kiss. The pole dancing fun was, just that, fun. I had been in a relationship for six long years and done everything right, only to be crushed in the long run. No more commitments and no more playing it safe. I needed adventure, action, passion and vibrant colors in my life. The guy next to me was destined to be added to the long list of one night stands I planned to have.
Without hesitating, I pulled him toward me and kissed his full lips, licking at his mouth as he groaned and closed his eyes.
"Hurry, please." I smiled seductively and moved back to my seat, crossing my legs and letting my dress ride a little high on my thighs.