The club is packed with sweaty bodies gyrating to the deep base of the music. This is perfect for the week I have had. Suffering from serious writer's block and a deadline looming has sent my stress levels through the stratosphere. This is exactly what I need, the mindless release of pent-up energy and frustration.
The room is dark with multi-colored lights flashing around. I look down at the dance floor and it seems to be alive, waves of bodies moving almost as one. Except for him. A tall dark masculine figure standing against the wall across the room. He's watching the dancing with such intensity, scanning people, almost as if he is on the hunt.
For some unknown reason, I can't seem to take my eyes off him. Slowly, I make my way down the staircase to the dance floor. As I reach the bottom I realize that he is taller than I thought. I can still see him even with the movement and bouncing of the crowd.
I feel oddly drawn to him. His head turns my direction and locks on me, a shiver shoots down my spine. Warmth spreads through my lower back making me sweat with nervous anticipation.
I begin to mindlessly make my way towards him. The waitress bumps into me spilling drinks down the front of my red low-cut blouse, bringing me back from the trance I was in. She's very apologetic and offers to take me into the bathroom to help keep the liquid from staining. As we head the restroom she grabs a bottle of club soda from behind the bar. We step inside the brightly lit bathroom, a stark contrast to the ambiance in the rest of the club.
I pull my blouse off over my head and hand it to the girl. She's younger than I am, early to mid-twenties. She takes my shirt and pours the club soda on the stain and proceeds to remove the purple drink mix from the bright red fabric. She introduces herself as Jasmine and continues to apologize. I assure that it's fine, the shirt isn't that expensive. She says she has a shirt in her locker that I can have until she can have it dry cleaned for me and walks out of the bathroom.
I am left standing in the bathroom with just my red satin bra, short black skirt, and black thigh-high boots. There are several women freshening up their makeup, gossiping about their dates or people in the club, and using the restroom. A pretty normal night.
Suddenly, the door swings open with a force that makes the air in the room gush. The tall man is standing in the door with his eyes fixed on me. I have never seen such bright green eyes. All the women in the room run out some screaming and some trying to push him back. He closes the door behind him and walks towards me and stops just inches from me. I can feel the heat radiating from his body, or is the heat something that is coming from both of us?
I must look up to see his face. He's easily six and a half feet tall maybe taller. He's a broad muscular man with thick jet black wavy hair that reaches his collar, a closely trimmed beard, and eyes like emeralds. I can feel his gaze all over my body, almost intrusive. I go to cover my double D breasts, but he pushes my hand away. The air escapes my lungs like he was sucking it from me.
I feel a little scared, not so much of him but of how I am feeling about his presence and how my body is reacting to it. He brings his hand to my face and softly brushes my auburn hair from my cheek. I bite my lip as his hands touch my skin. I inhale deeply, his scent is intoxicating.
My knees become weak and buckle a bit, he catches me and lifts me up onto the counter with such ease. I hear him ask if I am alright, I can only nod. His voice is deep almost having a growl to it.
He pushed his knee between my legs to part my thighs and steps between them. He's so close to me now. He leans down and begins to kiss me, slowly at first but the hunger increases between us. My hands are gripped and entangled in his hair. His hand is on my lower back and he pulls me close to him.
His manhood is growing against my belly. It feels so thick and big, making my juices flow even more. I can only imagine the ecstasy he would bring me with his tool.
He soon lifts me up puts me up against the wall. I wrap my legs around his waist and rock against him. His hand reaches between my legs quickly finding my wetness. He pushes my thong to the side and slides his finger inside me. I can't believe how large his hands feel inside me. I can't even imagine how his monstrous cock would feel.
He's fingering me with such vigor I feel like I am already on the verge of an orgasm. He slides out of me and is pressing and rolling my clit. I don't even care who may hear my moans or walk in on us. I arch my back and press against him harder. He's kissing my neck, working his way to my shoulder right where it curves and bites me. It's not really hard but it startles me.
The door flies open and its Jasmine with the shirt in her hand. She screams at him when she sees that he has me pinned up against the wall and my face is showing pain from his teeth. He lets me go and I slide down the wall. He turns to look at her.
