Her appetite insatiable she struts into the bar with her girlfriends, scanning the crowd for hotties as they all make their way to the bar. Independent ladies dressed to kill, they order their drinks then head straight for the dance floor. 'Fly like a G6' plays as they make their way through the crowd, gyrating to the beat as the strobe lights caress their curves.
Tonight is the night to drink her troubles away. To drink him away. 3 shots of Jose Cuervo later the music has taken full control of her faculties. She can feel the adrenalin pumping through her veins. Song after song the DJ plays as the tension in the club climbs to a feverish pitch. Sweat trickles down her cleavage soaking her tight red dress; she touches herself while singing "Ooh, Oh My" as Tweet pumps through the speakers.
Alik stands by the bar sipping slowly on his glass of Johnny Walker, black. He's been watching her since she moseyed into the club with her girls acting like they ruled the world; loud and dominating. Mesmerized by her energy and vivacity he's simply waiting for the right moment to make his move. But she's been on the dance floor since she got in the club and the DJ doesn't seem to be anywhere near taking it down. Until he tells him to of course. One of the many perks of being the owner of the hottest night club in the city. He signals and watches as her body slows to a sensual grind as the DJ starts playing some old school jams, hoping that this might motivate her to take a break and visit the bar for a drink. But what does she do? She starts singing along and he can't help but crack a smile. He loves a woman who loves her music.
His first plan thwarted, Alik turns his attention to one of the girls she came into the club with, the only one sitting alone sipping her drink. He hated doing this, leading women on, but he knows that this is the only way to get her attention. So he saunters over to their table, introduces himself and offers her, and her girls of course, a private booth. Jackpot.
Felicia is tall and slim with long straight hair and the demeanor of a wet rag. She acts nonchalant as he leads her over to the private booth; her friends in tow. As if she expected this all along. Men always fawned over her. After all, she is the only "super" model in the group. Before he has a chance to introduce himself to her friends she requests a bottle of champagne.
Alik obliges, wondering what the hell he has gotten himself into. As he returns to the booth he realizes that there are only 3 girls there. Through the corner of his eye he glimpses the true object of his affection grooving to the tunes of Earth, Wind and Fire - "the reason that we're here..." she sings verbatim. He has half a mind to make a U-turn and join her on the dance floor, cheek-to-cheek, but he has already set his plans in motion and he knows just how powerful the opinions of a spurned 'girlfriend' can be. He has to play it safe. She'll come around. Eventually.
Still encapsulated by the music, it's as if every song is speaking to her personally. She wants to kiss the DJ and slap him at the same time. Over there strumming her pain with his fingers. She didn't even notice when her friends made their way discreetly to the VIP area. But now she's thirsty, and they've gone off with her drink. So she gathers her bearings and heads to the bathroom, assuming that they've all gone to powder their noses, or chat, or whatever.
On her way to the bathroom she hears her name,
"Malia!!!", it's Sheryl and she's stumbling towards her holding a glass of champagne.
"We're over here! Up in the Vee Eye Peeee!" she shouts over the muffled music coming from the dance floor.
"Felicia bagged herself the owner, as per usual, so we baallin noooowww," Sheryl says, raising her glass. She is always such a riot.
"Yeah well, I am dying of thirst so..." Malia replies, drinking the entire glass of champagne in one gulp.
"Well then come on then!", Sheryl grabs her hand and leads her towards a swanky booth with leather seats, dim lighting and water fountains built into the walls.
"This is noooiiicee!" Malia says as she plops herself down on one of the cushions. "Where's my gin tonic though?" she asks, noticing her glass is missing.
"Gurl what's wrong with you?" says Eva. "Don't you see we up in Vee Eye Pee dranking the finest champagne?? Yo ass don't need no gin tonic!"
Drunken laughter.
Felicia, Eva, Malia and Sheryl have been friends for a few years now. And although they've each had their own differences they always made time once a month to hit the clubs and tear it up. Even more so now, since Malia was a single lady again. Ever since 'the break up' she'd been moping around feeling sorry for herself and they knew the only thing that could lift her spirits was music, dancing and lots of tequila.
So here they were.
So here they were.
***
There are women who are entertaining and women that you entertain. Felicia was neither. Her questions were relentless: Where do you live? What kind of car do you drive? How many cars do you have? He did his best to answer her questions politely but all he wanted to do was get closer to her, the lady in red. All he had gotten so far was her name, Malia. He rolled her name around his mouth savoring the sensation on his tongue, longing for an opportunity to taste her in the flesh.
She could feel his gaze the entire night, following her curves while she was on the dance floor. Tracing every thread and count of her tight red dress. She needed a distraction, but she wasn't sure if she was ready for such a big, beautiful, muscular, debonair distraction. He was the kind of distraction that she'd need a distraction from. What she needed was instant gratification. And the music and tequila was enough for her, for now. Nevertheless, she secretly hoped for him to make his move. Her thong was already soaked when she made her way to the bathroom, half in search of her friends, half is pursue of the tall, dark stallion who had been eyeing her the entire night.
So you can imagine her shock and dismay to discover that her chocolate delight and the owner Felicia bagged were one and the same. Was she that drunk? She could have sworn he had his eyes on her. Nope. It was Felicia, as usual. Once again she was fresh out of luck with men. Like David.
She took another huge gulp of champagne to push all thoughts of him out of her mind.
The DJ starts playing Mary J Blidge's "I Can Love You" and she jumps up out of her seat and shouts, "Dats mah Jaaaaaaahhhmmmmmmm! Let's go girls!"
And just like that they all make their ways back to the heavy bass of the dance floor. Felicia reluctantly joins them swaying stiffly to the music.
Seeing this as his only opportunity to make a move, Alik smoothly enters the dance floor. First he heads over to the DJ and whispers something to him then he slowly dances towards the girls. They're all dancing and enjoying themselves together until Felicia, being the diva she is, declares the dance floor too hot and sweaty and retreats to the VIP room.
Sheryl, Eva and Malia are used to this behavior by Felicia so they allow her to leave. So does Alik. He opts to stay on the dance floor with the other girls, to Felicia's dismay. The DJ has started playing some old dancehall tunes and Malia is immediately carried off into her own world. So much so that she doesn't even notice when Eva and Sheryl pair off with men and she is in the middle of the dance floor gyrating her waist to the music, alone. Then suddenly she feels someone press against her. Her initial reaction is to turn around and give whoever it is, man or woman, the evilest eye ever until she realizes it's him, Mr. Debonair, Mr. Club Owner, Mr. Tall, Dark and Lovely.
He was hesitant at first, but the way she was moving on the dance floor was irresistible. He needed to touch her, to feel her body pressed closely against his. He stealthily moved up behind her, mimicking her movements until he could feel her muscles contracting against his. She spun around, startled.
Their eyes meet and words are no longer necessary. There's only the music and their bodies pressed firmly against each other. They move together as one. It's almost as if he is reading her body, and her mind.
The music and the alcohol are saying all sorts of things to her right now. The foremost being, "Yesssssssss". At that very moment Mr. Kelly's "Bump N' Grind" starts playing and they both mouth the words, "my mind is telling me no, but my body, my body's telling me yesssssssss".
They're both ready. His hands are wandering all over her body and she is welcoming every caress. It's as if they're the only ones on the dance floor. Her instincts were right. Could he be her distraction for the night? He moves his face closer to hers and sucks gently on her upper lip. He tastes like heaven. She takes his hand and leads him off the dance floor towards the VIP area. Then she remembers that Felicia is around there and this might not be the best look even though she did see him first. She turns around and faces him with a look of desperation.
That look said it all. It was time for him to take control. They head to his office where he locks the door behind them. He lifts her and she wraps her legs around his waist. They waste no time. He slides her red dress over her head and throws it to the ground. She is wearing a matching black and red lace bra and thong set. He puts her down gently, admiring her body as he unbuttons and removes his shirt.
He has a beautiful body, chiseled to perfection. She wants to lick him from the top of his bald head to the tip of his other bald head. And she plans to. She plans to do any and everything she can do to satisfy him and she hopes he has the same plans for her.
Pants unbuckled and around his ankles she takes his manhood fully into her mouth, savouring the size and the taste. Sucking, slurping and spitting all over his glistening cock. Pre-cum trickling from her lips. She takes him all in. Choking and gagging until he's about to climax then she loosens her grip.
He'd gotten good head before but this girl, damn, she was an animal! He could tell that she was actually enjoying every minute of his dick in her mouth and that turned him on even more. As he approached climax all he could think of was how juicy her pussy must be at that very moment. Curiosity gets the best of him so he pulls her thong off and sticks one finger deep inside her wet pussy. Then he removes it and licks her juices all up. His appetite is whetted. Now he wants more.
He lifts her up by the ass and places her legs on his shoulder. He is face first with her clit. His chin drips with her juices as she spasms uncontrollably. He places her on the couch and goes to fumble in his desk drawer for a condom.
Then out of nowhere in a drunken moment she decides to ask him, "Hey, what's your name again?"
He stops going through his desk and turns to face her. His erect cock pointing directly at her. This is the moment he had been envisioning since she walked into the club. Or was it? The first time he saw her, exuberant and seemingly carefree he didn't want to just fuck her. He wanted to get to know her, caress her, tease her and please her. Yet here they were, buck naked and ready to bone.
As she lay back on the couch eager to be penetrated it occurs to her that she doesn't even know the name of this sexy specimen that was about to (hopefully) give her the fuck of her life. And it didn't really matter to her but from the moment she looked into his dazzling brown eyes she imagined herself screaming his name in ecstasy as he rode her to orgasm. So she asked. And now, things were still, he was looking at her weird, not to mention her wetness was evaporating. Was he having doubts? She should have kept her mouth shut.
"Look...," he starts.
"Oh no," she is exasperated, frustrated and horny.
"... I don't wanna fuck you..." he continues.
"Give me a fucking break here," she starts searching for her panties.
"...like this... I don't want to fuck you like this, Malia," he finishes pulling her towards him. "Look I like you, and while I could fuck the hell out of you right now and we would both go home with smiles on our faces, I want to get to know you first."
She didn't even know he knew her name. And she loved how each syllable rolled off of his tongue. Yet a part of her wanted to tell him to shut the fuck up, find the condom and fuck her right now. But that other part, the part that has been needing to hear words like that for months now, wanted to hear more.
They had a decision to make. Would they give in to the convenience of instant gratification or would they take the time to get to know each other and potentially a lifetime of constant and perpetual pleasure???
Better yet, why couldn't they have both??
Malia takes the condom out of the drawer tears the wrapper with her teeth and places the rubber on his fully engorged dick.
"Alik, fuck me right now," she says "you can get to know me tomorrow."
