The music was pumping and the whole club filled with smoke from the machines. I looked out over it all from my booth at the top of the club. This was my baby, the abandoned warehouse that I found and bought only five years ago, and changed into this amazing club. Starlight. It was half twelve and the party was in full swing. I had finished all my paperwork, so I decided to go down and see how my staff were doing, and maybe have a drink. I walked down the stairs trailing my hand on the banister. I caught sight of myself in the mirror and smiled. I looked gorgeous and I knew it. I was wearing a white backless strapless dress, which was held on by thin black ribbons criss-crossing up my back. My hair was behaving, staying in its long brown bob, and my shoes were gorgeous black shoes made of the same ribbons as on the back of my dress, and with four inch heels. Stunning!
I walked over to the bar, and sat down. Chris, the youngest member of my team, brought me over a drink before rushing off to serve other customers. It was a very busy night. I turned round and sat watching everyone dance when a certain dancer caught my eye. She moved so gracefully, perfectly in time with the music. As she swayed her very long blonde hair moved around her, and her amazing breasts bounced with the music. She was wearing a black bikini top, a barely there skirt and stunning shoes which made her legs endless. I just sat there watching her sipping my drink for ages, when she looked up and caught my eye. Enthralled I was unable to look away from her. She kept on dancing, not looking away from me for a second. The way she moved was so sexy, luring me in. Then she stopped dancing and headed over to me. I signalled Chris over, and got myself another drink, and the same for the dancer. She arrived at the same time as the drinks, so I put one straight in her hand, and she gratefully drank it.
"Hi I'm Roxanne," she said. Roxanne. A beautiful name for a beautiful girl. I had had a couple of women before but none as perfect as Roxanne, and I knew there and then that I wanted her, but would she be willing?
"I'm Clare," I said, "You looked awesome on that dance floor!"
"Thanks," she smiled, her full lips revealing perfect white teeth. I don't know what came over me then, probably the drink, but I just leant in and kissed her. She pulled away and looked shocked, then almost shook it off and kissed me harder. After what felt like forever, but yet not long enough, we separated and, gasping for breath, I took her hand. I led her up the stairs and back in to my office.
"Wow how did you know about this room?" she asked, still holding my hand