When she got home that night there was a message waiting on her machine. The two spent the night on the phone. When she'd seen him in the crowd something sparked within her. He had been bored, that much was clear. When she got on stage his eyes lit up, but not with the same base lust as everyone else she'd seen. There was an honest wonder in his eyes. He'd inspired her to dance rather then just strip that night, in fact she was afraid he'd think less of her if she'd removed anything. When her dance was over she discovered the waitress had already grilled him. He'd seemed nice so she took a chance.
She sent the waitress back out to plant the suggestion in his friend's mind. After that she watched while he stumbled after her. She knew the bouncer would give him the standard scare treatment. Too bad, but at least it would allow her to catch him even more off guard. Once he slipped into the room she slipped into the hallway and quickly gave the bouncer the "do not disturb" signal. It had been arranged between the dancers and the bouncers but she'd never used it before. In theory it included no video, as some of the women were picking up extra money for more then lap dances, but she never knew for sure. If he had been watching she hoped he enjoyed the show.
She shuddered with delight merely thinking of the heights he'd brought her to that night. That had been two days ago. Now she sat in a café, hoping he would show up. She was nervous. Would he show? If he did was he just looking for more sex? It had been incredible but had that been simply because of the novelty of it all? She'd gotten out of work at Midnight and they'd spent until long after sunrise simply talking on the phone, but even that faded with time. She needed to know if they had more then just sexual chemistry.
He walked in, exactly as she remembered him. He was a little taller then average with long hair, tied back. She remembered the broad, strong shoulders fondly, blushing at the memory. But most of all it was his blue eyes to which her gaze always returned. There was an innocence to them, but she knew well the hunger and mischief that could quickly appear. He scanned the room, finally spotting her, and those eyes locked with hers. The warmth formed simultaneously in her chest and loins. He was smiling as he walked over. There was none of the hunger now, just the same gorgeous wonder that had first drawn her attention. It was as if he couldn't believe she would be interested in him. In truth she wondered why he'd been so drawn to her!
He sat down, ordering a specialty tea absently, and just stared at her smiling. His tea was brought quickly and they launched into the small talk. He seemed so perfect. They enjoyed the same things and agreed on current events. He had a dry sense of humor but was free with his laughter. Her heart was beating faster the longer they simply sat talking. There were butterflies in her stomach, but they didn't quite mask the rapidly growing warmth even lower within her. She wanted to spend the day with him, in order to make sure they would still have things to do after some of the passion died. Her body had other intentions.
A foot flicked off her sandal, quickly crossing the space under the table. She traced her way up the inside of his jeans to his knee. Through the fabric it wasn't going to be very effective, but it was more of a promise of what she intended. She leaned back slightly and let her foot trace its way up his inner thigh to rub against his lust. She curled her toes to add a little pressure and was rewarded by a slight pulse through the fabric. His eyes widened and the conversation faltered. After their previous encounter she didn't want to seem too forward and scare him away. With an act of will and embarrassment she reigned in her body's desire.
Conversation quickly returned to normal as they ate pastries and drank tea. Her attraction for him grew with each little revelation, as her heart reached out. With the growing pressure in her chest came an equally strong presence lower. She still intended to keep this date, for she finally decided it qualified, plutonic unfortunately her body was just as determined it wouldn't be.
Finally they left the café. As he held the door open for her she brushed against him while squeezing past. The simple touch sent chills racing out from the point of contact. On the sidewalk they laughed and joked, occasionally she would reach out and brush a hand down his arm or across his chest. Anything to sample the thrill that raged through her. She told herself she was simply testing the waters of affection but she knew she was losing the battle against her desire.
