The music was loud and the base was the only thing that prevented it from scrapping the inside of your skull. Instead it was like a ball with thorns that played about the inside of your head. At that moment I had regretted tagging along to an all girls outing. Cassandra had picked Gabrielle and I up so we could go to Aura, a night club on Paradise Island. At first I had dressed real nice so that I could get some guy's attention, have some fun on the dance floor, then abscond; leaving him in suspense afterwards to never be heard from again. The night was taking a turn for the worst when I stepped out of my house into Cassandra's car and her first "compliment" for the night was hardly appetizing.
"You look like a hooker," said Cassandra. She squinted while some person passed us in the next line with his brightest lights on. "Jackass," she muttered. She glanced over at me and felt the tension. "You know I mean it in a good way," she smiled and chuckled.
"Yes, being compared to someone who sells sex for money is exactly how I want to start the night out," I said sarcastically. I wasn't uncomfortable for the rest of the night because Gabrielle, God bless her, dressed in the same scant clad manner as well as every other girl in the club. In fact, they made me look like a nun in a strip club.
The lights were hypnotizing and the music was blaring, the mood was just right for a fun night but for some reason I just wasn't feeling it, however that feeling didn't last long. As I looked around a man from across the room stared at me while he enjoyed the company of two other woman. It was such a stare that in any other setting it would be downright creepy. His suit was neatly pressed but was in a somewhat shamble. His hair was the color of a perfect black sapphire resting neatly on his brow until he would take his hand and run his fingers through it. It was then he decided that he'd buy them their last drink for the night.
As the girls laughed amongst themselves enjoying the fruity cocktails and licorice shots, he excused himself and walked my way. I hadn't meant to make eye contact but it was difficult diverting from his blue eyes; a type of cerulean you just get lost in. He touched my shoulder and brought his hand down until his hand stopped at my elbow; he gently tugged me and pointed his head towards the dance floor. I smiled thinking to myself how I ought to enjoy tonight because I might get fired in two days.
The dance floor was packed, so much so there was hardly any leg room. He held me close and we danced to the beat the DJ had just spun. He stared into my eyes until I slowly closed them, leaving him mentally to feel the music. He enjoyed the nape of my neck when I spun around and the way I'd enjoy the beat of the music, moving the way the tempo told me too. I ground against him not realizing the lushness of my body as well as the tempo of the music set a fire to him until I felt something stiff poke at me.
I quickly came to, the music had set some sort of dance craved beast loose and I quickly recollected. As I tried to turn around he held my hips and pulled me even closer. His hands roamed my body and I felt him as a hand cupped my breasts and another up a thigh. He brought it up slowly as he squeezed my chest gently and began to nibble at my neck.
My body had thought of betraying me as soon as I felt the electricity he had started but as he brought his hand up closer and closer, I began to see the few instances of people who stared at me with envy. We were hardly dancing anymore other than the subtle movement of hips we'd display; instead we looked more like a demonstration of foreplay.
I tried to pull away and at the slightest inkling of resistance, he held me to him tighter. He played with a nipple while his hand slowly traveled down my dress, between my thighs, parting me and stroking. I gasped, only a few people were any wiser with what we were doing, more like what he was doing to me, the darkness of the room masking the altercation. I could hear his fingers in his mouth before he went back for more, pushing aside my undergarment, stroking liberally as he made my blood rise, and making the small efforts to break his grasps almost cease and desist. His breathing was heavy as it trailed passed my ears; his hands felt wanting and greedy for me as I wriggled in the curve of his body.
With all the residual might left within me, I pulled away as he licked his fingers enjoying what fragment of crumbs he got from the cookie jar. As I fixed my clothes and ran outside the Casino of the resort; away from the music and mixed emotions I felt like I heard it. His final thought was like a lust filled desire like he had decided he couldn't do with a simple taste. But that's crazy talk, maybe it was my own wishful thinking, and that thought scared me.
I walked around the vast space that was the Atlantis resort until I could regain my composure. I sat out on the beach scrunched in the sand next to a small hut as I enjoyed a subtle breeze's wisp through my hair. The sand would feel like a million tiny granules of sugar as I weaved my toes through it and I suddenly was hit with the realization that my friends wouldn't know where I ran off too so I had reluctantly sat up and began to return. As I used the wall to get up a hand found its way flat against my own, looking up to gaze into cerulean eyes once again.
"Um, ah," was all I could say before he hushed me, claiming my lips for his own. There hadn't been a lot of times where I had been kissed, in fact there were hardly any. It was then I felt a whole new rush of emotions different from whenever I did myself a favor in the shower.
My heart burned as its beating sped. My knees began to weaken however the tall blue eyed stranger wasn't letting me go that easily. His free arm wrapped around my waist and helped me stand as he began to devour and enjoy his meal was his absolute plan.
"Wait no," were my muffled pleas as I willed desire away. But will was only logical in the absence of temptation. "I," was the word that escaped my lips as he began to nibble at my neck like it was the strawberries I smelt like tonight.
I hadn't known when it happened but it had, I was sitting in sand with my back against a hut and my dress hiked up to the waist. My bra was lying somewhere in the sand as if abandoned and the only thing with cloth was my midriff and feet.
"Naughty girl," was what he said when he stared at my undergarment, a thong that left almost nothing to the imagination.
