When you first walk into this club, all you can see through the cigar and cigarette smoke, is the glint from the rhinestones on the evening gowns worn by some of the most exotic and most beautiful women imaginable. The lights hanging above shine in a kind of entrancing pattern to catch and hypnotize the unwary, and of course seduce. The music moves through the hot, and heavy air; calling and beckoning to love and be seduced. Blues does that to a body. Calling forth deep, hidden from most of the world, emotion that no man can fight. Dancers move across the floor in a smooth, sexy, delicious motions; causing the most basic instincts sing and call out for a mate. Here we meet two individuals; unknown to them, they will have an experience and a connection never before seen by this crowd.
In many clubs like these along the strip, women dance and love with men, and men hunt these gorgeous creatures in return. Who holds the power here? It's obvious to one dyke leaning back against the bar. She watches these women play the men, till they are salivating and about to fight over them. Smirking, knowing that at any point she can move up to these women, give them the dance of their life; so smooth, sexy, and powerful; then set them loose on the bystanders and just continue on her lone wolf ways. Dressed in all black, fedora, leather jacket, shirt, and jeans she exudes confidence while sitting back and observing the scene. Drink in hand, she doesn't even see what is about to hit her right between the eyes.
In walks this stunning woman. Tall, hourglass figure encased in a deep green evening gown that clings to her every delectable curve, she saunters into the club looking for her next meal, a victim of her voracious appetite. She makes her way slowly, effortlessly toward the bar, all the while aware of the stillness as everyone in the club stop to stare at this rare beauty. Who would have the balls to approach and win the attentions of this graceful creature? The cocky and bold step forward to block her path, but with just one look scatters them all out of her way. These would not do. For they are week, and would not satisfy her tastes. She finally makes it to the bar, and looking down the length of it, sees the lone wolf in black, and smiles. Not necessarily a friendly one, but one that says, "You will be Mine". The game is afoot.
The prey is chosen. Confident in her appeal and the fact that this woman gets what she wants, she works her way down the bar to the wolf to make her scent known.
The Wolf isn't dumb. She noticed of course the Goddess in Green. Who wouldn't? Noticed how the lights revealed the shine in her short, curly red locks, how that fucking dress drew the eye to her beautiful breasts and lower to her secret garden of Eden, and clung to an ass that just beckons the hands to caress and squeeze. She thought to herself, "Oh how I would spend hours, licking and exploring every delectable inch of that woman." Instead however, she played it cool, listening to the jazz playing through out the smoky room. Waiting, just waiting to see if she would approach this hungry wolf. Wolfie didn't have long to wait, because this seductress wasted no time in coming to pet this beast.
"My name is Jaame," she said in a smoky, soft voice.
"They call me Tomcat", I responded. My own voice a little husky from the smoke and the slight rise of desire.
Jaame leaned in closer, and as she did not only did I get a wonderful view of her cleavage, but the smell of her own desire wafted up to my sensitive nose, immediately intoxicating me more than all the booze in the world. She didn't stop her movements, but instead slid so close that her breasts brushed against my arm, causing a thrill to run up my spine. Reaching behind me, takes my brew off the bar top, and slowly brings it to her red, luscious lips that were just begging to be kissed, and takes a long pull, tipping her head back revealing the nape of her neck. I swallowed convulsively, but silently. She, however, never took her eyes off of mine, noticed, and an evil sparkle came to her gaze that made me want to run through the night and howl at the moon.
I leaned over and whispered into her ear, "Would you do me the honor of this dance?".
She laughed softly, breathing into mine, "Not here, no. But a more...private establishment I would consider it."
"My place is just outside the city, very private. We could listen to some music, do a little dancing, open a bottle of wine, and get to know each other a lot better than in this dive. That is if you aren't scared of going with the Big Bad Wolf to her den."
The challenge was set, but would she go for it? Many women had flirted with this She-Wolf, but backed out at the last second, too scared of the thoughts and images conjured up in their minds. But this woman, this Goddess looped her arms around my neck, laughing out loud.
"Finally, someone worthy of my attention. Let's get the fuck out of here."
