*Due to some enthusiastic replies to my first submission, I decided to try my luck with this second story and hope it is just as well received! Keep the feedback coming, I love to hear your opinions!*
I rounded the corner to the night club and studied the que of people already justling to get in. Moving between the agitated bodies of the waiting crowd, I headed towards the front of the line.
As I neared the door, the bouncer on duty spotted me and unclipped the velvet rope to allow me to pass. Having been a V.I.P member for many years, I was not phased by the horde of abuse I received from some of the people left waiting.
As I was about to enter the club, I felt some one bump into me on my right side. I turned to apologise and instantly felt like some one had slapped me in the face.
I was met by the most stunning creature on earth. He gave me an apologetic smile and scuffed his Gothic black boot on the pavement.
It had been many years since I had felt such an instant attraction to some one, but I could already see myself kissing my way down his sleek pale body.
His deep brown eyes looked up and down my body and turned into pools of lust. My stomach twisted with the sudden desperate need to have him.
I swept a rogue strand of my shoulder length black hair out of my eyes and smiled. He leaned towards me to say something and I couldn't help but press my body into his.
He fit against me perfectly.
He shuddered at my abrupt touch and I felt a hot pulse flare through my body, burning up between my thighs so that my lace panties suddenly seemed hot and sticky on my freshly shaved skin.
"I'm Brandon." He murmured, wisps of his warm breath washing over me.
"I'm Liyah." I replied, pressing further into him and moaning softly as he shivered.
The bouncer cleared his throat and gestured at me, he had been holding the rope open for some time now. I blushed.
"I'm V.I.P, want to join me for a drink? It's a quick ticket in." I asked hopefully.
He nodded, his chestnut hair falling slightly into one eye.
Taking his slender hand, I pulled him through the doors. The dazzling lights of the club blinding us momentarily.
When my eyes had adjusted, I noticed that the club was well packed out tonight. I squeezed Brandon's hand and started for the bar, only to feel him pull back and lead me towards the dance floor.
My heart rate increased as he led me into the middle of the floor, dancing bodies pressing up against us in a contagious, heated dance.