Walking in to his apartment Danny Johnson threw his keys onto the table. He was so tired. He walked further into the open plan room and flicked the light-switch on one of the lamps. As light illuminated the room he froze. A figure uncurled itself from his large sofa.
It was her, the girl from the club. He had spotted her when he had been doing one of his many sweeps of the club, making sure everyone was having a good time. Her hair had captured him first, a mass of vibrant copper down past her waist. But as quick as he had spotted her she had disappeared on him.
And now she was here.
She smiled as she stood up. This man was just what she wanted. She'd been looking for someone to have a good time with in the club and had spotted him looking at her. It hadn't taken a lot to get his address and come here to wait for him.
"Who are you?" Danny asked as the woman walked towards him.
Smiling she stepped closer, her hair sweeping side to side with the sway of her hips, "Does it matter?"
Danny was shocked, who on Earth was this woman? She was gorgeous no doubt about that, pale skin encased in a tight white top and a heavy leather jacket, long luscious legs in leather trousers with black spiked boots. Heaven!
"What's your name?" he asked again.
She reached him and slid his jacket from his shoulders, skimming her fingers over the muscles on his back, "You can call me anything you want."
"What do you want? Why are you here?"
She grinned and unbuckled the heavy leather belt that encircled his waist, "I would have thought that was obvious."
Danny could barely believe this was happening, as the woman threw her jacket over the nearby chair and dropped to her knees in front of him.
The sound of his zipper shattered the silence in the room like thunder on a summer's eve. Danny looked down at her. This was a fantasy made real.
"What do you think you're doing? You can't mean to do what I think. We don't even know each other!" Reality was dawning on him. This couldn't be happening. Girls didn't just walk into some guy's apartment, and then decide to perform what she was about too. They wanted something in return. Had too.
Looking up at him from her current position, which was at eye level with a part of him which was saying he was crazy to be still talking, and frowned. She was clearly confused as to why he was still asking questions, "You want this, right? Want me?"
"Yes... but."
"And I want you, so where's the problem?" she asked.
"People, girls, don't just do this without wanting something. What is it? Money? You must want something." Danny said it plainly, trying hopelessly to detach her hands from the waistband of his open trousers.
She laughed softly, shocking him, "Well, I'm not like that. But if you want to give me something in return, then I wouldn't say no to a round of turnabout."
"Turnabout?"
She nodded, "Yes, for this."
No sooner had the words been said the she whisked his trousers and boxers down to his ankles and swooped the head of him into her mouth.
"Shit!"
She grinned as she tongued him, glad he had decided to shut up with the questions. Damn, but he was magnificent. All power, muscle and hot red-blooded male! He gently rested his hands on her head, causing her to let go, sit back and glance up.
"You ok?" she asked gently, worried maybe she was taking his lust a stroke to far.
