I walked into the dimly lit room, through the haze and the smoke, feeling drawn to the source of the music. The gritty rock song pulling me forward. I lost myself in the crowd of people, brushing past all them, feeling their bodies sway to the music. I stood, completely immersed, letting my head hang back as I felt the music pour into me. My hair brushed against my shoulder blades, swaying in rhythm with my hips. I was wearing a tight dress, black, and backless. I knew how good I looked. How fuckable. But I wasn't focused on that right now, I just needed to lose myself to the sounds, the intense music that was flowing through my entire body.
Song after song went by. Small beads of sweat were dripping down the small of my back. I felt I incredible. My body was alive with the music. I had never felt so energized, so devious. As soon as I set foot into the building, I had a sense that trouble would find me tonight.
The song ended. A few seconds passed before the next began, but in that brief moment of time, I locked eyes with a stranger. Something about the way he looked at me immediately made me hot with desire. The band started playing again, yet we hadn't broke eye contact. I gave him a coy smile, and started dancing, knowing full well he'd be admiring my body, barely covered in my short skirt, hips circling around. My body was speaking to him, begging to be appreciated, begging for him to come over. But he didn't. And something in his gaze told me he wouldn't. He wouldn't be the one to push through the crowds to break the barrier between us.
A brief moment of stubbornness washed over me, and I turned my attention back to the band on stage. But I could feel his powerful gaze on me, and I could feel how badly I wanted more than just his eyes on me. It was inevitable. Through the haze and the bodies and the darkness, I felt my steps bringing me closer to him. He was irresistible to my body, my mind.
How strange, I was thinking, I don't even know him, but I crave him. I need to know him in every way that I can. Seconds later, there I was standing face to face with the man in the shadows.
"You look trouble" I said to him as I wrapped a hand around his. "Come, dance with me."
I pulled on his arm, but he didn't budge, like he was made of concrete. Looking back at him expectantly, I was met back with a steely gaze. "What do you say?"
I faltered. What was I supposed to say? "Please?" I suggested, hoping this would get me what I wanted. Something I can only describe as power and conquest flashed in his eyes.
"Good girl."
With a hand on the small of back, tracing it's curves and feeling the sweat on my skin, he guided me to the floor.
Good girl? Why did that turn me on so much? Why could I feel my cunt warming with anticipation?
These thoughts briefly popped up in my mind, questioning all that was about to happen. But he turned me around, facing the stage, so that my ass was pressed against his cock, and just as quickly as the the thoughts came, they disappeared. His hands were wrapped around my hips, guiding me to the music, guiding us into a rhythm that we wouldn't lose. The music quickened and so did we, as I grinded my ass into him, feeling his cock stiffening between it. I moved my hips, up and down, side to side, circling, just so I could give myself the pleasure of rubbing against him. The more I danced into him, the harder his cock got. I could feel his thickness and knew that I never wanted the music to end.
