It was a hot night in Ybor City. The streetlights reflected in puddles left from fire hydrants street people had turned on for relief earlier in the day. It was only eleven PM and the city was packed with beautiful people lined up at every club. The whole place had a sleek black feel like a movie. That's why I'd stayed in Tampa, at night it was larger than life, and the party lasted till dawn. Id' been in the city over a year now, but it all still had a newness and a heat I both loved and hated. I scanned the crowd for a new plaything as I walked toward my favorite club, by for the wildest in Ybor City.
Maybe it was a dead give away I'd moved from a more temperate climate, but the hotter it got the more leather I wore. Tonight it was warm and wet like a simmering stew of sex and sin. I'd chosen my high collar, short patent leather dress, and thigh- high boots. My hair fell in its usual straight blond bob with straight-across bangs, the same haircut I'd virtually my entire life. It did no good to be froofy in this heat, so I remained all shine and angles and red lips. Tonight I felt particularly masochistic; I'd put on my over the elbow gloves. I liked the contrast, black gloved hands against white shoulders. I knew I stood out in the crowd next to all the bare Latino and African skin. Even the Caucasian people here had a distinct "Tan" that ranged from bright pink to gingerbread. I remained a pale-face partially due to me tendency to burn; it also had something to do with the fact that I didn't see much daylight these days.
I was walking past an alley when a giggle drew my attention. I stopped and stepped close to the wall to watch as they began to make out. Their lips separated and they giggled, as if they were kissing each other on a dare. Leaning against the wall, I paused as I watched their full lips engulf each other's. I felt my pussy tingle and shuddered as I watched tongues dart into wet mouths. "Not tonight, Jenna!" I told myself, shaking my head.
"Hey Blanca," one of them called toward me, as she cupped her partner's breast like an offering. "You want some?"
I tilted my head to the side and smiled at her. "Thanks honey but maybe later." I pushed away from the wall and started toward to door of the club. But those devious wheels in my mind were already turning at full speed. Pausing at the mirror near the door I glanced at my outfit while trying to gain some control, but it was long gone.
As I walked down the stair into the club my mind was filled with images of lush hips and brown nipples. Heavy industrial music assaulted me half way down the stairs. The bouncer at the door checked my idea then waved me in with a bored expression on his face. For reasons unknown to me I'd never had to pay to get in here.
Making my way to the bar I could smell the incense of Clove cigarettes and musky flesh. My favorite drink was waiting for me there, picking it up I downed it in two greedy gulps. The cinnamon schnapps burned just right as fire raced through my blood. I was looking for trouble tonight and the feeling in the air was telling I was about to get exactly what I was looking for.
I made my rounds and spotted someone familiar out on the dance floor. I couldn't place her, but she had the face like and evil Betty Boop. Her crystalline baby blue eyes meet mine with a look of contempt. I was pretty sure she must know me from some where. My eyes had lingered a bit to long and realizing that I'd been caught, I eased over to the bar for another shot of fire. Breaking my rule of never more than one a night I raised my finger to signal the bartender. I knew if I was going to play with this wildcat I would need some liquid courage in me tonight.
I heard a sexy little girl voice order a drink to my right, but I refused to look over. Instead I stole a sideways glance and let my eyes rove from the curve of her calf to her perfect little ankles, on down to pert little size five feet in black platform stilettos with hot pink toenails. The shoes were stripper shoes, but the feet were well taken care of, pedicured often. What really made me wet was the tattoo on her left ankle. It was an artfully done angel in pink, so voluptuous her dress was busting at the seams. The angel was a carbon copy of its bearer, and it seemed perched over the ankle strap, guarding the gateway to toe sucking heaven. I took a deep breath.
"Can I buy you a drink?" the playful voice asked.
"No thank you," I said turning to look at the gorgeous face. " I've had my limit for the night."
She was studying me closely and I felt like a shiny beetle under a microscope. She smiled a slightly evil smile. "You look familiar to me. Can I ask your name?"
"Jenna." I told her. "And yours?"
"They call me Angel." She took a swig of her drink.
"Let me guess…because of the tattoo, right?"
"Well that's one reason," She said rubbing her finger on the rim of her glass. "Are you from Tampa?"
"No actually I'm from Atlanta." I smiled at her. "I've lived here for about a year now."
"Hmm that's where I have seen you at then." She glanced away and out over the dance floor and in a distracted voice said. "Oh and I am from Atlanta."
I watched as she picked up her glass and downed the rest of her drink. Condensation from her glass dripped onto her cleavage and I wanted to follow that droplet down between those luscious breasts all the way to her navel and below.
"I didn't think anywhere could be hotter that Atlanta." She said as she wiped her throat with the cool glass. "But this place is."
"It kind of grows on you." I said with a shrug.
She glanced at my arms before raising her eyes to mine. "Can you feel anything with those gloves on?"
"Some."
"Why do you wear them when it's so hot?"
I leaned in closer and rubbed her forearm. I watched he cheeks redden and her nipples became erect through the sheer material of her shirt. She was wearing a black lace bra and I could barely make the outline of her pale pink nipples underneath. "Do you like that?" I asked toying with her as much as myself. Just thinking about her breast heavy against my own made my clit throb.
"Do you want to get out of her" she asked in her little girl voice, reading my mind.
I smiled and glanced at her from the corner of my eye. "Well I do live just a few blocks from here."
"Then lets get out of here." She said, sliding off her barstool. She was a good bit shorter than I was even with her "big" shoes on. I followed her out of the club enjoying the sneak and peek I was getting up her skirt as we went up the stairs. She had beautiful muscular legs as a dancer should, and her ass was round like a basketball cut in half. By the time we made it to the street, I wanted to lead her into the alley and ravage her like those giggling Latina girls had been devouring each other.
"Which way?" she asked?
"This way." I told her as I lead the way toward my street. I keep stealing glances at her as we walked. She was more solid in the light, her lips looked fuller and a glossier shade of pink. She looked like a cartoon character come to life, like a naughty flapper from an old silent movie.
We stopped in front of my building and I pulled the heavy door open then we began to climb the metal stairs to my loft. I smiled at her then reached down and pulled the key from the top of my thigh high boot then unlocked the door and pushed it open.
The door had barely closed behind us when Angel pushed me up against the brick wall and thrust her tongue into my mouth and began to kiss me hard. I kissed he back, sucking on her tongue and hearing her moan as I ran my gloved hands up her thighs to her firm round ass. Angel broke the kiss and slowly kissed her way to my collarbone.
With and evil grin she pulled my dress up to my waist. "What's this?" She ran her fingertips up my quivering thighs. "No underwear? Your not some kind of slut are you?" My eyes meet hers and I saw that she like the idea of being in control. I shivered as I felt her run her finger along the slit of my pussy lips. "And a natural blond… I must have won the daily double." She said tickling my carefully trimmed blond fuzz.
She suddenly parted my labia and raked a fingernail over my already throbbing clit. A shudder racked my body and my pussy became soaked. If she didn't do something soon I was going to go crazy I thought as my back arched.
