The place was familiar to me, but I had never been seen there before.
Not as my current persona, at least.
I sauntered through the nearly-full club, subtly peeking at women as I passed. Some of them looked back askew. I brushed the glances off, not allowing them to compromise my self-confidence. My pace slowed as I spotted the blonde. Her name escaped my memory, but I remembered the way she had rubbed herself against me as when we danced. Somehow, I also remembered the sweetness of her pussy and the glorious crescendo she reached when she climaxed. Her short, black dress hugged her elegant curves tightly, making me imagine the act of following its example.
"Hey..." I breathed into her ear.
She turned, looking confused for a brief moment. A grin flashed across her face, highlighting her deceptive appearance of innocence. I seemed to remember that she was twenty-two, making her eight years less experienced than me.
"Hi there, stranger."
"You look like you're ready for some action tonight." I smiled charmingly.
"Every night, sexy." The blonde giggled. "And so do you."
"Oh, yeah. Some lucky girl's neighbors are going to hear my name all night long."
She laughed. "Good advertising."
"Every little bit helps." I showed her the charming smirk again. "So, if you don't have a dance partner later on, maybe I'll saddle you up."
"Ooh, maybe." Her nose crinkled slightly.
"Sounds more like a 'no' kind of 'maybe'. If I'm not being a pessimist."
"Well, it's just...I sort of had something different in mind."
I cocked my head at her. "I'm pretty flexible."
"I was hoping to get some girl-on-girl action tonight."
I paused. "I'm not that flexible."
The blonde giggled again. "Sorry."
"Hey, I'm not going to be mad because you're chasing pussy. That would make me a hypocrite."
She laughed and kissed me. "Some other night, sexy."
"It's a date."
I moved on, scanning the menu along the way. It was a good night for women, and I knew it was going to be a good night for me. As soon as I spotted the right one...
And there she was. Her black, shoulder-length hair framed her sharp features perfectly. Bright green eyes served as beacons in the dim atmosphere. Pouty lips wore a rich shade of red, dressed up for an eventful evening. Her lithe hips were held tight by a short, white skirt, while her red blouse left more to the imagination. Not much more, though. It was far from unflattering, but it seemed as if it was making the smallest effort to hide her full breasts.
My pulse raced at the sight of her, and the visions of her exquisite face contorted by my merciless pleasuring.
I could feel a grin creeping across my face as I saw that it was Donny that she was talking to. How very fortunate. If he hadn't chatted me up to her already, he would gladly lay some groundwork to me. The dark-haired beauty wrapped her lips around the mouth of her bottle of beer, puckering in a way that spurred my imagination.
"Who's your friend?" My sudden question was directed to Donny, while my eyes were waiting for the mystery woman's eyes to meet them. As soon as they did, she smiled. The hint of laugh lines suggested that she was close to my age.
"Chloe, meet my roommate, Vance. Vance, meet Chloe." Donny said politely. "She's the one I told you about last week."
"Oh, did you?" Chloe playfully snapped at him. "And what did you tell him?"
"Everything." I interjected.
"That's such a wonderful first impression." She rolled her eyes.
"It's fine." I assured her, sidling up to her and placing my hand on the small of her back, directing her eyes towards Donny. He was about thirty-three, slightly balding, with round glasses and a slight beer belly. Still, he had a muscular presence plus a certain affability which attracted women. He was often slow to realize it, which would be part of the charm, ironically enough.
"He's a good-looking guy." I continued. "I'm confident enough to say that. If I was a woman, I'd let him plow my ass, too."
They both laughed heartily at that. I slipped my hand away from Chloe, my fingers delicately brushing over the top of her finely-curved ass. She smiled slyly at me.
Donny welcomed me to join them, because I was going to get to Chloe either way. I had my target set, and we all knew it. The three of us found a table and traded stories. Chloe was a high-powered executive, and showed her assertiveness at every turn of the conversation. That made her even more appealing. This wasn't some random tramp with low self-esteem, so the idea of making her beg for cock was exhilarating.
Naturally, we had a few rounds of drinks. More accurately, Chloe had a few drinks, while Donny and I had one drink each and a few Cokes to follow.
"Are you trying to get me drunk?" Chloe leaned in and asked me after I brought her another Tequila Sunrise.
"Do I need to?" I smirked at her.
"It certainly helps."
"Helps what?"
Chloe grinned and let her eyes roam away.
"I just want you to feel good." I followed up, making her look back and catch my eyes in hers.
"Well then," she said, "You answered your own question. Cheers."
Seeing the magnetism that Chloe and I had, Donny made an excuse and left us, giving Chloe a quick kiss and a whisper before disappearing.
"What was that?"
"What was what?" She acted dumb.
"What he said to you."
"He said you would give me a ride home if I needed. He drove me here."
"Of course, I'd be glad to. What else did he say?"
She rolled her emerald eyes. "He was just joking with me. Told me that you like eggs for breakfast."
"That wasn't a joke. I do." I smiled charmingly.
"I hope you have some, then."
"I'll get some, one way or another."
Chloe took another drink, seeming to deliberate over a comment. "Donny told me some things about you, too."
"Really? Like what?"
"That you fuck a lot."
I laughed. "I suppose I've had my share."
"How would you know? How do you know when you've had enough?" She grinned.
"Good point. It's never enough, is it?"
"Not for the likes of you, apparently."
Her coyness act was impeccable, but it was still an act. I could tell.
I leaned in slightly towards her. "Let's dance."
It wasn't a request as much as an order. I took her hand and pulled her gently yet assertively out of her chair. After leading her out onto the well-populated floor, we made a space for ourselves.
She wasn't as good of a dancer as me, frankly. After a dozen years of visiting clubs, I pretty much had my routine set. And Chloe certainly seemed to enjoy it. She looked good, as well. What she lacked in natural grace, she compensated for with passion. I caught the gleam in her eye and took the next leap.
"Ohh!" She gasped as I clamped onto her hips and pulled her towards me. Her eyes widened as she felt my intentions pressing firmly against her.
"Trying to tell me something you couldn't put in words?" She giggled.
"I can put it in words if you need."
"I think I get the point."
I grinned. "You'll get more than just the point of it."
"If I want it."
For a moment the severe tone almost discouraged me.
"Playing hard to get,now?"
Her act continued. "Who says I'm playing?"
"Donny does."
"Oh, Donny is very sweet."
"You haven't tasted me yet."
"No, seriously," Chloe said sternly, even though her hips made no retreat from mine, "I don't sleep with everyone, Vance. Donny is a sweet guy, and I'm drawn to him because of that."
"Fuck Donny."
"I will, the next time I see him." She half-smiled. "After I suck his fat cock."
"He doesn't have anything that I don't have."
"I'm sure you believe that."
"I know you can feel it yourself."
My assertiveness and her coyness were challenging each other. I pressed harder against her, and her teeth barely bit into her lower lip. It was as if she had caught herself a split-second too late, after she had already revealed the effect my stiff rod had on her imagination.
Having caught the slip, I pushed further, sliding my left hand around to cup her ass. I pulled her against me tightly. While I didn't have Donny's bulky build, I was strong enough to force Chloe to grind her warmth against me.
"You feel good, Chloe." I told her, maintaining my confidence.
"You too." She tremulously replied.
My concentration was pulled to a spot over her shoulder, as the blonde I had talked to earlier was smiling at me. She danced by herself, swinging her sexiness around recklessly. She pointed at Chloe and then bit her knuckle, a clear stamp of approval of my dance partner. I gave her a quick raise of the eyebrows in acknowledgment before bringing my eyes back to Chloe.
After a few more minutes of dance-floorplay and a telling eye-lock between Chloe and myself, I held the back of her neck, feeling the silkiness of her raven hair brushing over the back of my right hand. Now I had control of her hips and her head, not that she seemed to want anything opposite of what I so clearly did.
I pulled her face closer to mine, stopping a couple of inches short of collision. Her eyes betrayed a mild confusion laced with disappointment.
"Do you want this?"
Her eyes couldn't pull away from mine. She nodded.
"Say it."
She swallowed. "Kiss me."
I complied with the illusion of instruction, pressing my well-practiced lips against hers. A soft moan escaped her mouth as I kissed her softly, priming her for much rougher treatment. Her hands clamped onto my hips and pulled, as if our friction wasn't already at its peak.
For about fifteen minutes, I basked in the heat of her passion. My lips alternated between hers and the smoothness of her neck, up to her earlobes. Chloe's head leaned back as I continued to fuel the fire within her. I bit her neck and her hands clenched tight, a gasp leaping from her throat into the open.
"Let's go somewhere quieter." I said, breathing in her ear.
She just nodded as she pulled slowly away from me. Her eyes seemed to avoid mine as she walked alongside me, her hand in mine. As she passed through the door into the night, she grew more confident again, her stride and body language asserting her control.
It was just about time to stomp that out.
Chloe followed my lead to my car. The sight of the black Beemer made her find her voice again.
"Very nice."
"I'm glad you like it."
"I love it." Chloe smiled.
I unlocked the car and opened the passenger-side door for her, standing just to the inside of the door. She took it as a gentlemanly gesture, graciously tilting her head as she started to set her foot inside. Suddenly, her hair was gripped tight between my fingers, her back pressed against the car door's frame. Her gasp, now filled with shock, seemed to linger above us before evaporating.
"Vance..."
"Why are you taking me home with you?"
"I...what??"
I peered sternly into her eyes. "Tell me."
"I need a ride."
