"You look bored." The deep, Eastern European voice that disrupted my rather depressing train of thought belonged to a bald, red bearded man with soulful brown eyes and a rather serious look. He stood a few feet away, watching me with one hand in his pocket, the other holding a glass of clear liquid down at his side.
The man cocked his head at the free stool next to me, and when I nodded, he sat down at the high top table. He took a drink from his glass and put it down. "Kirill," he said, holding out his now free hand.
"Rose." I took it and waited for some cheesy line like, 'by any other name would you smell as sweet?' Refreshingly it didn't come.
"You're not dancing," he said. Taking a drink he motioned to the packed dance floor. "If you didn't come to dance, why are you here?"
I huffed. That would be the question. After a minute I shrugged. "I'm new to the city, I don't know anyone, I don't want to sit home alone. This isn't my scene, but it's the closest place to my apartment."
He nodded as if it all made sense. "Want to go somewhere better?"
This was probably the worst mistake I'd make that week but my answer was an almost instantaneous, "Yes."
Without a word we both finished our drinks and he held up my coat for me like a gentleman. He guided me outside with a hand at the base of my spine and hailed us a cab. When he held the door open the man met my eye and said, "Stay an hour, if you don't want to stay after that I'll take you anywhere you want to go."
One eyebrow arched high above my eye. "You said better, is there a chance I'm not going to like it?"
The corner of his mouth tilted up. "There's sex."
Both eyebrows went up. "Like actual sex?"
He nodded. "Still want to go?"
I was wrong, this was the biggest mistake I'd make. With a deep breath I said, "Yes."
A light sparked to life in his eyes, and he motioned for me to get in and then slid in behind me. He rattled off an address and we sat side by side, still and silent until the driver pulled to a stop outside a warehouse on the far side of town.
"Last chance," he said.
My dry reply of, "I didn't come all this way for my health," made him chuckle. His hand found the base of my spine and he guided me to a pair of big wide doors, one of which swung open just as we got to it by a mammoth of a man who smiled at us and embraced Kirill.
The two spoke in a language I didn't understand for a few minutes then turned to me. "Mikhail, my new friend Rose. Rose this is my good friend Mikhail, we grew up together."
"Nice to meet you." I took the man's hand and met a pair of interested green eyes. I looked good tonight, I knew I did. Two hours in front of a mirror because I had nothing better to do made that a sure bet. My make up was done to perfection. My deep purple dress showed just the right amount of cleavage and more than enough leg for me to be ogle worthy, which was what I was going for.
The man said something in that language and Kirill smiled. It was beautiful, it transformed his face. Serious was a good look for him, but happiness was sexier than hell. He met my interested gaze and potential sparked to life between us.
"He says he's off at eleven and wants to show you what the club is all about." The glimmer in his eyes said something, I just wasn't sure what.
"I have to wait until eleven?"
The bouncer burst into laughter and Kirill's smile grew. He put his hand on my back and gently moved us forward. The closer we got to the club music the more my heart raced this was beyond exciting and more than I'd hoped to do tonight.
Just before I could see the debauchery, Kirill stopped me and leaned into my ear. "One hour," he said. "If you don't want to stay after that I'll take you to the Guilty Pleasure."
"Isn't that what this should be called?" He smelled amazing like expensive liquor and spice. "What is this place called?"
His lips pressed against my ear and I shivered. "Thirteen," he said. "Ready?"
"I think so."
I wasn't. Nothing could have prepared me for this. I took a deep breath when we entered the massive room and started from left to right. One woman was plastered up against a wall a few feet away while another was on her knees pleasuring her. The woman up against the wall smiled at me and held out a hand. She said something I didn't understand.
Kirill leaned in and said, "She wants you to kiss her."
I handed him my purse and went over. Her smile was beautiful and she wound her hand around my neck and pulled me in closer. She murmured something when I leaned in and gasped when I licked her lips.
I didn't see Kirill move to get a better view or his hand tighten around my purse when my hand came up to slide gently across the woman's breast. This wasn't my first time with a woman, I'm open with my sexuality. I'll admit, it's never been random strangers, but it wasn't new.
Smiling into her mouth, I let my fingers dance across her sensitive skin and circled her rock hard nipples. Her moan was deliscious, I loved it. She was close, if the slight trembling of her body was any indication, she was really close. I plucked one of her nipples and she gasped then I moved my hand to the next and did the same.
Kissing a line to her ear I whispered, "You're beautiful, I want to see you lose control." I wasn't sure if she understood me, but her arms tightened around me so I kept going. "She must feel so good. Has she found the right spot? That place that feels so good you can't breathe?"
She moaned and outside our little bubble another man came to a stop beside Kirill. Even if I'd been paying attention, I wouldn't have been able to understand him when he asked, "Who's the fox?"
"Little flower I picked up at the Flamingo." Kirill sucked in a sharp breath when I leaned down and took her nipple in my mouth.
"She's catching on quick." The man ran a hand down his chest. "I want a turn with her."
Kirill huffed. "You'll scare her away, and Mikhail has first dibs."
