The bass from the sound system attacked Luke's ears as soon as he entered the dimly lit club. Throngs of bodies rubbing together in the tight space. The club isn't his usual hunting grounds, the clientele not his usual taste. However tonight he had wanted a change, too many unsatisfied nights from the inexperienced has left his mood sour, his balls disappointingly full, and his cock limp.
Luke needed something new, he needed a challenge. Scanning the individuals in his line of sight, regret started sitting within his stomach. By the looks of the patrons in this sweat pit of bad dancing, Luke will be resigned to having another night of blue balls.
Making his way over to the bar, he ordered a beer. Normally he preferred a stronger, stiffer, beverage - but tonight he was saying fuck it to the normal. Tired of his normal mundane routines, if he is able to take a worthy lover tonight, he will ensure to take charge. No more unsatisfied Luke.
The bass strumming through his skull was turning his mood even more sour, this is clearly the club for cheap hook ups. There is no way of dancing the proper way, to be able to turn your lovers skin on fire with slight touches, secret glances, and ends with both alight with passionate fire. No, that isn't possible for the sheep in this room. Bodies grinding against each other, no signs of passion, just a quick fuck and tumble and then they will be back here, looking for their next attack.
Sipping his beer, the cool liquid feeling like heaven within this hell. His search continues, his aura screaming 'Do not fucking come near me' attracting the less than attractive women. Those who have more self loathing they have resigned themselves to a life of rejection. No doubt they will be used repeatedly by the same dicks, not feeling their bodies alive with excitement.
Luke doesn't even give the desperate a second of his time, completely ignoring their stares. He was used to the attention, unlike these desperate walking rejections, he was sexy. His many conquests confirming that, rather than his inflated ego. Tall, muscled, brown hair, blue eyes. His body promised a night of screaming orgasms, his aura promising he knew how to treat a woman's body like a goddess.
He was about to give up his search, finish his drink and leave. As much as his balls are aching for release, he would much rather give himself his own release than fuck any of these probable infected walking fuck holes. That was; however until his eyes landed on her.
Across the room, sat in one of the three booths the club held.
A look of complete boredom gracing her petit features. She was sitting with a couple practically humping each other, the public presence clearly not worrying them, as well as another male. He was leaning towards the girl, intent written clearly all over his boy-next-door face. He leaned in closer to her, probably trying to list off one of the many bad chat up lines he hoped would woo her knickers from her secret palace. She didn't seem comfortable, even him his distance he could see her body lean further away from the male, face contorted into a thin line of irritation.
Luke was excited. His heart beat started to pace, his cock twinged to life. Decision made, he sauntered over to the table, ignoring all the other bodies he had to avoid from being dragged into their awful mating ritual. He had one goal, and that goal has just spotted the approaching body.
The closer to got to the mysterious temptress, the more details he drunk in. Her dirty blonde hair curled around her shoulders, framing her creamy white face. Long eye lashes framing big blue eyes, kissable lips that Luke couldn't wait to see wrapped around his hard cock. Her nose slightly out of shape, but instead of distracting her beauty, it somehow increases it. Luke was growing more irritated at the table blocking his view of her promising delicious body, but not as irritated as he was at the other male. His body has practically climbed onto the half of his ladies body closest to him. He hasn't spotted Luke yet, nor has he realised the woman is paying him zero of her attention. Luke wondered if she had even noticed he was practically sitting on her, with the way her eyes seemed glued to his body, he doubts it.
The other couple around the booth, hasn't noticed the change in the air, too busy trying to suck each others faces off. Luke is glad he is neither participant in that couple, both seeming to not understand the true art of seduction, nor how to kiss without drowning their partner in saliva.
The mysterious woman's eyes still hasn't left his figure, curiosity pooling in the deep blue orbs. With a slight nod of his head indicating he is wanting her to follow him, he turns and leaves. There is no way he will be able to seduce him woman in this shithole. Ensuring his girl can spy him, he headed towards the exit. It was a risky move, if she followed him, she was willing herself to leave with a stranger, one whom she hasn't even exchanged a single word with. He hoped she would do just that.
Exiting through the door, the fresh air hit his face like a welcomed reprieve. Outside away from the awful repetitive bass music and the throngs of sweaty bodies, his anticipation and excitement grew. He saw how she was looking at him, and he hoped that pool of curiosity he saw controls her mind and body.
He didn't have to wait long before a soft, warm hand tapped his back. Spinning around he came face to face with the woman he couldn't wait to bury himself into. From the brighter shine of the street lights, he could see how her deep blue eyes lit up once she saw his face once more.
The charged atmosphere between the pair becoming thicker as each second ticked by.
"I'm Luke."
He expected her name in reply, instead all he got was a curt nod. Intrigue shot through him, he wanted to get to know this mysterious woman, inside and out.
"Are you not going to grace me with your name?"
