Jordan stood naked in front of her bedroom mirror and examined herself.
She didn't look bad, she thought.
Her wavy hair was halfway down her back and a luscious brown with golden highlights.
It framed her round face perfectly and the highlights brought out the gold tones in her eyes. Her eyes were one of the things she liked best about herself. They were unusual - a nice, soft blue with golden specks that shone in the right light. Long lashes made them pop nicely.
Her nose was small and dainty but her lips were thick and sensual in a way that seemed to ooze sexuality.
At 5ft 3in, she was pretty short but she didn't mind. It gave her an excuse to wear her beloved heels frequently and men seemed to like it too. It awakened some sort of protector spirit in most of them. Until they got to know her, that is. Then the turned into wild beasts. Q
Her breasts were a generous C cup and perfectly perky. She was blessed in that aspect. She had seen the way other women's tits drooped and hung towards their bellies. Especially those who had kids. Then again, she didn't have any kids - and wouldn't. It might be vain but she was happy with the way she looked and didn't want to chance risking her beautiful body.
Her belly didn't have an ounce of fat on it. Just the way she liked it and had worked for. She spent at least an hour every day in her home gym and it showed. Her body was slim and toned but still soft and womanly at the same time.
Her hips and ass were proof of that. Where her waist was slim, her hips and ass were curvy and thick.
She had to admit that her ass was probably the best feature on her body.
It certainly drew the most attention. She'd been grabbed countless times, sometimes with permission, sometimes without. But if she was honest with herself, she had loved every second of it. Something about the forbidden touches turned her on something awful.
After she had inspected herself, she walked to her closet and opened the door. It was full of all kinds of clothes, but they all had one thing in common... They accentuated her figure. She wasn't fixing to hide the shape she was blessed with, oh no.
Jordan picked out a dress and held it up to herself. It was a basic black mini dress. Timeless, but also kind of boring. She sighed and put it back.
What about a skirt? No. She wasn't feeling that today.
Then she saw it. The burgundy dress with the scandalously low neckline. If she wasn't careful, one wrong move would expose everything to the world... But that's the way she liked it. Especially because she loved wearing her X nipple stickers underneath. If she pulled her shoulders back just a bit while pushing her chest out, the stickers would peek out and guarantee that whoever she was with at the time would glance down at her cleavage.
She put on a pair of dangly diamond earrings, thin bracelet and a choker necklace with a black band and one glittering stone in the center of it.
All she needed to pick out now was a pair of heels and she already knew which ones would fit her outfit best... The black strappy ones with the silver glitter heels.
After styling her hair and finishing her makeup, she was ready.
Just in time too... The phone rang and the doorman told her that her taxi was waiting on her.
She grabbed her black leather clutch, locked her apartment door behind her and took the elevator down to the bottom floor.
Claude the doorman gave her an approving nod and held open the door.
Jordan got into her cab and drove off into the city.
Twenty minutes later, the cab driver stopped in front of the most exclusive club the whole city had to offer. The line was wrapped around the side of the building and moving slowly from the aggravated looks the waiting people wore.
Jordan walked up to the bouncer and kissed his cheek. He kissed her back and moved to the side to admit her into the club. She heard the people waiting to get in groan in frustration and allowed herself a smile. She never had to wait in line.
The inside of the club was large and luxurious.
To the left side was a long bar. Five bar tenders steadily cranked out the cocktails as a never ending amount of people came to the bar.
The drinks here were the best. They didn't skimp out on the alcohol like other places and only used the best and freshest ingredients.
Jordan walked up to the bar and caught the eye of one of the bar tenders. He was a tall and muscular guy with beautiful ebony skin. He also had a thick 12 inch cock.
He immediately came over to her and made her a martini - her favorite. She leaned over the bar and gave him a quick, but sensual kiss. She had no intention of doing anything with him tonight but it was always a good idea to keep him interested. It meant free drinks with zero wait time for her.
Sipping on her drink, Jordan surveyed the club. It seemed to be more packed than usual tonight, but that wasn't exactly a surprise. It was the first night of a long weekend and lots of people came out to celebrate.
As she scanned the dance floor, a man came up beside her and ordered a drink. At first she didn't pay him any attention, but then she realized he was standing closer to her than most people would.
She turned around, hopeful to find a good start to her night, only to be faced with the world's most annoying face.
She sighed. "Nick, fuck off."
Nick was a man she'd fucked a few months ago. Ever since then, he had followed her around like a lovesick puppy.
"Jordy," he said. "Good to see you here."
"It's Jordan, you know that. Now leave me alone."
But of course he didn't listen.
"Come on baby, let's go back to my apartment. You know you miss my cock the same way it misses your cunt."
She had to admit that he'd been a good lay, but her internal alarm had gone off when he'd wanted to cuddle after. She had a strict no cuddling rule and had immediately gotten up and left. If it wasn't for his psycho behavior, she wouldn't have minded another visit with his cock but after the shit he had pulled since the first time they'd fucked, she didn't even want him near her.
She opened her mouth to tell him to go away again when he suddenly leaned forwards and shoved his tongue inside of her, his hands weaving through her hair until he had a firm grip.
She struggled against him as his other hand reached around her and squeezed her ass.
Suddenly he flew backwards and landed on the floor. Seconds later, strong hands picked him up by his shirt collar.
Before she could even really process what was going on, the man threw Nick towards a bouncer that had come to check on the situation.
"Here," he said in a sexy, gruff voice. "Take his motherfucker. He just assaulted her."
The bouncer nodded and dragged Nick out of the club.
Her savior turned around to face her. He was gorgeous. Holy shit.
His golden hair was long and pulled up into a bun with the sides trimmed close to his head.
A short and well-kept beard covered his cheeks and chin. His eyes were the most beautiful deep shade of green she had ever seen.
And he looked to be about 6ft 7in tall. Hell yes. She loved a tall man.
He was wearing nice jeans, expensive looking sneakers, a black v-neck tee and a leather jacket.
He looked down at her and asked, "are you okay?"
She nodded and put on her most flirtatious smile. "Oh yes. Thanks to you...?"
"Tom," the man said. "You're welcome. I couldn't stand to see him mistreat you. Can I buy you a drink?"
He bought her another martini and a whiskey on the rocks for himself.
Jordan leaned forward and pushed her elbows together in a way that made her tits pop as she sipped her drink.
Tom's gaze dropped to her cleavage and lingered for a moment.
She smiled as he looked back up into her eyes, her mind wandering to how thick his cock may be. She already wanted him badly. Something about the big protector thing he had just shown her turned her on in a way she couldn't describe. It made her want to be ravaged by him. It made her want to be dominated.
They small talked for a while and Jordan found out that he was a carpenter by trade. Interesting. Not the type of guy she usually went for, but his clearly expensive clothes suggested that he wasn't just any carpenter. A few probing questions confirmed it. He designed and built furniture for all the big names in the city. Neat.
As they talked, Jordan strategically worked on turning him on. Her foot brushed his leg innocently enough, but when he looked down, she spread her legs just enough for him to take a second look, and her fingers softly caressed the inside of her thigh.
She could see him swallow as his gaze lingered on her soft skin. She moved her hand from her thigh and ran a finger up over her belly to her cleavage. As his eyes followed, she leaned back and pulled her shoulders back a tad. From the look in his eyes she could tell that her nipple sticker had peeked out.
She grinned to herself and leaned forward again.
After finishing her drink, she got up and took Tom's hand. "Let's dance."
Tom followed her to the dance floor. Together they began moving to the thumping music.
She wove her body around his, rubbing against him occasionally, just enough to tease him.
After a few minutes of that, he finally seemed to have enough. He grabbed her waist and ground his crotch into her ass. Through the fabric of his pants, she could feel his cock. It wasn't hard, but it wasn't far off either. Clearly her tactics had worked. She leaned her head back against his chest and shook her hips. His hands roamed up from her hips until they brushed over her tits.
Her nipples hardened and a small moan escaped her lips. She reached back between them and grabbed his cock through his pants. He hissed in surprise and pleasure as his dick hardened some more.
After a few minutes of teasing each other, he leaned down and whispered in her ear. "Let's get the fuck out of here."
Jordan quickly agreed.
