She went unnoticed. Even with her stunning good looks, most people didn't give her a second glance. She had long wavy jet black hair that glistened in the sun. Normally it was pinned up. Only when she let her hair down did it get noticed. She hid her sky blue eyes behind black rimmed reading glasses that sat low on her nose. Only when she wore her contacts did her eyes shine bright enough to be seen. She had flawless skin and a beautiful ivory complexion that rarely saw makeup. Without makeup her face blended into the crowd with everyone else. She was taller than average for a woman, almost 5'10. Her long legs and lithe frame was hidden underneath plain clothes that neither accented nor hid her figure.
She was quiet and said little. Even when she spoke most people didn't really pay attention. She could have been the girl next door, the woman in the cubicle next to you, or someone you brushed past on the commuter train. She went about her day the way she wanted to, going here and there quietly unnoticed. She worked downtown as a librarian in the reference and periodicals section. If you needed to find some information, she knew how to find it. The wealth of knowledge that she had at her fingertips was immense and went largely ignored. Only those people she worked directly with knew her name. When asked to describe her, they drew a blank or were wildly inconsistent. When questioned about her personal life, they knew even less, not knowing what part of town she lived in, or if she had any family or relationships.
This is the woman everyone saw during the day. The woman she wanted to be. The woman she wanted everyone not to remember. But at night, when she went out, well, she was unforgettable. The difference was day and night. When she let her hair down her black mane flowed down her back almost to her waist. You could get lost in her sky blue eyes. If you caught them just right the silver flecks glinted in the light making her eyes light up. Her smile was alluring and seductive. Her lips full poutty and begging to be kissed. Her face was made up to perfection. Not too much, but enough to flatter. Her nails were long and sharp and tonight painted dark ruby red to match her lips. Her body was chiseled, lean and lithe. Not an ounce of fat could be found on her body. Still her curves were soft, feminine and perfectly proportioned. Full round, luscious breasts and an ass so tight you could bounce a quarter off it completed the package. (Mind you most people had other things they wanted to do with her ass when they watched it swing past.)
Recently, one man had caught her eye and was now the focus of her entire attention. She'd been watching him from afar for awhile. She had a single goal in mind and her patience was wearing thin. The right moment hadn't presented itself yet so tonight she was hoping to help fate along. She dressed with extra care and attention and made sure everything was perfect down to her makeup and accessories.
Her hair was brushed until it was silky soft and shiny. It cascaded in soft waves down her back. Around her neck was a black velvet choker with a dark ruby red pendant that hung from it. It lay just above her cleavage that was bursting out of a white lace, off the shoulder poet shirt. The black leather corset she wore over top the shirt thrust her breasts together and out. The shirt and corset barely covered her dark nipples. A dark ruby red velvet belt wrapped around her just above her waist and accented the curve of her hips and her small waist.
A short tight leather skirt just barely covered her tight round ass. When she sat down it barely covered her clean shaven pussy. She wore thigh high black leather stiletto boots that hugged her long lean legs. The tops of her back silk stockings and the attached black garter belt peaked out from under skirt when she walked. If she bent over just right you might catch a glimpse of her black thong.
She had such a small window of opportunity her timing had to be exact. If the moment didn't present itself all of her preparation and planning would once again be in vain. Catching his eye with all of the various distractions for his attention would be difficult. Keeping it however would be much easier. Everyone has a weakness and she knew his, adjusting her tits last time. She dabbed some musky intoxicating perfume on her wrists, neck and cleavage, and set out for the night.
As she pulled up to the club, she drove around the block, checking the rear entrance and alleyway. He wasn't here yet. Perfect. He wasn't one for pomp and circumstance. He preferred to slip in and out unnoticed, just like her. She parked in a space behind the club but away from where he normally parked and walked around front. She went directly to the front of the line and smiled at the doorman as he pulled aside the velvet rope and let her in.
This was the hottest club in town and attendance was by invitation only. She'd been here many times before and had a standing invitation. The club was dimly lit and smoky. The music was loud and bass thumping. Multi colored lights pulsed in time with the music. People crowded the dance floor, bodies grinding and moving to the music. Scantly clad women and men danced in cages or on stages in various places through out the club. Small tables and chairs surrounded the stages and cages offering one front row seating for the entertainment. She blended into the crowd and moved about checking the place out.
The evening's special entertainment hadn't started yet, so she slipped into the VIP room wanting to watch the shows in there. Plush carpeting covered the floor. Two private stages and cages reserved for only the best entertainers sat in various spots around the room. A private dance floor, separate DJ, as well as three private bars was part of the amenities in the VIP room. Private booths were scattered around the room so that people could watch the entertainment and not be seen by others if they chose. She walked up to a bar and with just a smile was handed her favorite drink made just the way she liked it.
Moments later she spied her target slipping, surprisingly alone, into the VIP room unannounced through an unmarked door that blended into the wall around it. He was tall dark and handsome, with deadly good looks and killer charm. He stood about 6'5 had broad shoulders, was lean and well muscled. His hair was long dark and wavy and tonight pulled back at the base of his neck and braided. The first thing you noticed about him wasn't the angular lines of his face, but his deep dark eyes. They gave away nothing, but said everything when he wanted them too. He was a sharp dresser and tonight was no exception. He wore a black leather jacket and jeans just tight enough to show off his very nice ass. His black button up shirt hinted at his chiseled chest and rock hard abs. Italian leather boots and a matching belt completed his outfit.
Before he even sat down the entire room jumped to attention catering to his every desire before he even spoke a word. The room buzzed with gossip. You could hear the whispers, "Who was he and why was such a gorgeous hunk of man here, especially alone?" Gradually the crowd around him cleared. Her pulse quickened when she realized he sat alone. There was no female at his side tonight to distract him. She stayed in her seat watching him from across the room heart racing in her chest. She was a heartbeat away from grabbing her opportunity when the lights and music changed signaling that the true entertainment for the evening was about to start. She maintained her control and composure knowing that it was still early. She could still get her chance.
The crowd in the VIP room fell silent. The only sound to be heard was the steady beat of the music. The dancers quickly left the stages and cages. New people came up bringing with them their tools for the evening. Each person started to lay out their equipment differently but did so in such a way that each simple act became a titillating and tantalizing advertisement of what was to come. People moved and shuffled around, surrounding the stage or cage that interested them the most. Some people chose to stay and dance, the entertainment not the focal point of their attention but fed on the atmosphere around them.
