The epileptic fit of the light show was matched only by the club's pounding base as the latest dance sensations pumped up the crowd. Scantily clad young women writhed against lustful young men, desire and alcohol intoxicating the dance floor. Turning from the bar, scotch in hand, Scott surveys the crowd. Standing six feet tall, his five o'clock shadow and tousled hair, coupled with his long sleeved purple shirt and black trousers he matched half the men in this place.
Several women glance back at him as they pass, coy smiles peeking through layers of makeup. Scott weaves through the crowd towards his coworker's table. At the edge of the dance floor the flick of her deep red hair catches his eyes. He turns, and sees her dancing with her a stunning blonde and an average brunette. But she stands out to him. He puts her at about five foot five, her crimson hair hanging down to her chest.
Scott cannot help but notice her figure. A curvy figure, her tight white dress shows off her ample rear and gives deep cleavage to her D-cup breasts. As she bobs her head, he catches him staring, and bits her lip just a little, before bash fully turning her head away.
A wicked grin crossed Scott's face. Reaching his coworkers, both men having seen the redhead, Scott quickly downs his scotch, leaves the glass on huge table and bids a cocky goodnight before making his was to the dance floor and the redhead.
Turning around mid-dance, she bumps into him as he approaches. Apologizing, she looks up, a shy smile forming when she realizes who it is. He smiles at her and tells her his name. No foreplay, just one word. She responds in kind, but lacking his confidence. Scott and Jenny begin to dance; their bodies getting closer as the music become more heated. Scott can see the desire in her eyes, and is thankful not to see a drunken glaze there.
Scott sees a lot in her eyes, using his skills at reading people that advanced his corporate sales career. He sees a young girl, not too experienced, who he could teach a few tricks to, and have some fun in doing so. Jenny looks up at Scott and feels butterflies in her stomach. She cannot remember the last time a good looking man like this paid her any attention, being used to fighting off creepy middle-aged men.
By the time the club closes, both Scott and Jenny are tired, wired and sweating. Laughing, they leave the club together, his arm around her waist. The taxi journey to his apartment is a blur of wandering hands and wrestling tongues, as is the elevator ride.
Once in the door, Scott scoops Jenny up in his arms, eliciting a giddy squeal, and carries her to the couch. Laying her down gently, he kisses her deeply, his right hand cupping the back of her head, his left hand moving down her waist.
Scott runs his hands over her legs, stomach and breasts as they kiss, listening out for her moans. Once satisfied that she is thoroughly aroused, he breaks the kiss, grinning as she almost desperately cranes her neck in an attempt to rejoin his lips.
Pulling her into up, he sits beside her, and takes her hand in his, his other hand resting at the hem of her dress, pressing lightly on her bare leg. He stares into her yes, knowing he has her full attention. His words are carefully chosen, his voice deep and commanding.
"Jenny, I want you. All of you. I want you to be mine tonight. To pleasure and explore."
Leaning his cheek against hers he speaks right into her ear.
"I want to make you scream."
Jenny shudders. He sees the carnal haze in her eyes and pulls her forcefully towards him, kissing her passionately. She moans into his mouth as he lies down, pulling her on top of him. Arching his groin up against hers, his hand finds the zip of her dress and slowly pulls it down before slipping inside to caress her bare back.
Throwing a large cushion onto the floor, Scott sits up, pulling her with him. Standing, he looks down at her issues his first command of the he night.
"Take it off."
