The music thudded against Conrad's chest as he slowly stepped down the stairs to the dance floor. This club was one of his favorites, though he hadn't been here for several years. Though he frequented clubs often, he didn't patronize more than one at a time and never for very long. There was too great a chance that someone would recognize who he was. Or what he was.
Still, he'd enjoyed this club immensely the last time it had been his go-to place. The name had changed, as had the décor, but the layout was essentially the same. The club's entrance opened into the dining and drinking area which wrapped all the way around the recessed dance floor. The club actually had two bars; one on the Ring, as the dining area was called, and one in the Pit below, the dance floor.
His shoes clicked solidly on the wooden dance floor and he stepped to the side at the bottom of the stairs to adjust his sleeve cuffs and watch the dancers. It was still early in the evening, barely 8pm, but the crowd on the floor was impressive. It seemed that this club had maintained its popularity during his time away. He smiled and nodded, pleased. With this many people on the floor, there were many young women to choose from, and his interactions with them had a better chance of being missed.
His green eyes scanned the crowd, looking for a tasty young woman, someone short and sexy. There. She was slight of build with perfect white skin, blonde hair and blue eyes. She'd dyed the bottom tips of her hair purple, which caused a mental eyebrow quirk, but he smirked it away. Fashions always changed, but his magnetism with the young women he craved so much never did. She danced alone on the floor, her pants tightly hugging her smooth, thin curves. The blouse she wore hung down loose over her waist, hiding much of the details of her hips, only flashing them when the tails swung with her motions. The blouse was cut so that it plunged deep in between her breasts, leaving much of the small features on display.
Conrad walked towards her, staring at her intently. He put a sway in his hips and turned his walk into a dance as he approached, willing her to look at him. She felt the pressure of his gaze and looked around in surprise. When she finally saw him, she stopped. He watched in satisfaction as the lust he inspired in all women he desired went to work. Her face flushed as her heart fluttered and her chest began to heave as she gasped for breath through the waves of desire that flowed through her body. His eyes caught hers and he smiled. She took a faltering step towards him, then stopped and looked around in confusion. Conrad turned his magnetism up a notch and slid another foot closer to her, willing her eyes to meet his own.
They did. She looked up slowly and looked him right in the eyes. His smile grew and he beckoned her closer with a long and slow finger. Her lips parted with need and she took a few faltering steps toward him.
A figure appeared in front of Conrad and slammed into him. He stumbled backwards, jostling other dancers as he did. An angry young man stood before him, lower jaw jutting out and eyes burning with anger. The kid was short, but wide. His black slacks hugged his hips and thighs tightly, showing off plenty of muscle while the buttons on his powder blue dress shirt strained against the movements of his wide shoulders and shelf-like pecs.
The young man pointed an accusatory finger at Conrad and yelled over the thumping bass, "Stay away from my girl!" The young woman with the purple tipped hair tugged at the young man's arm, yelling something into his ear. He ignored her completely, concentrating completely on driving Conrad away.
Conrad recovered from the young man's shove and stood up tall, drawing on every inch of his considerable height advantage. His smile was positively predatory. This assault could not be allowed to stand! He would show this young man what happened to people who crossed him. He would humiliate him and make him watch while he partook of "his girl."
Conrad stared deep into the young man's eyes. He-
A silver flash stumbled out of the crowd and fell right into his crotch. Being what he was, the impact didn't incapacitate him like it would a living man, but the distraction broke his concentration, all the same. He stumbled backwards again, but the silver whatever-it-was clung to his hips and he dragged it along. After quickly regaining his balance, he looked down to see a silver sequined dress hugging gorgeously curved hips and a firm round ass. Dark skinned arms wrapped around his hips, holding a head full of dark curls to his crotch.
"Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" the woman on the floor in front of him said, pushing her face away from his crotch and sitting on the ground. She looked up at him, embarrassment written across her dark skinned face. "Oh, and my makeup got all over your pants!" She reached out quickly and started brushing at the smudged makeup on his crotch. She rubbed it three times before she realized what part of his body she was touching then jerked her hand back as if she'd just touched fire and looked up at him, mortified.
"Oh no! I'm so sorry! I didn't realize! I didn't mean to-" she stammered. Conrad cut her off.
"Think nothing of it, little one," he said, his eyes twinkling. He held his hand down to her and she looked up at him, her eyes meeting his and her hand lifting slowly to be grasped by him. "Let me help you up," he continued.
The young woman stood unsteadily, and ran her free hand along her body, smoothing down her dress. It was small with thin straps over her shoulders and glittered in the dance floor lights. The dress hugged her fit curves and ended higher than mid-thigh, giving the illusion that one could peek up it to see the treasure between her legs if one were lucky. She didn't appear to be wearing a bra underneath the dress, but her small breasts were gathered and lifted to give her, and show off, a generous amount of dark cleavage.
Conrad held her captured hand in his, lifting it up as he pulled her to one side, then the next to take in her beautiful body. He felt a stir of desire within him, something he hadn't felt for many years. At least, not in this way. He always desired women, but not usually sexually. This woman, however, fanned flickering flames he had thought long extinguished.
The woman half-heartedly struck a pose for Conrad as he blatantly admired her, then gently pulled her hand free. Stepping close to him, she asked, "Are you sure you're OK? I think I headbutted your dick pretty good." She bit her lower lip in concern for him, nervous to hear his answer. Conrad found the gesture very fetching.
He leaned down so that he could purr in her ear, "Yes, I'm fine. More than fine, now that I've found you." He stood up and took a step back to take in her beauty again, then leaned forward to ask, "Would you dance with me?"
