Chapter 1

It's been a farsighted calendar week, and I'm ready for some liberalisation. After driving almost 40 minutes through festinate hour traffic, my nerves are iridescent and I decide that some fun and a night out is exactly what the Doctor ordered. Walking through my forepart door, I throw my keys on the table and pop stripping on my way to the shower. My uncomplicated cotton bra and no nonsense panty are the last to hit the floor just as I enter the bathroom. I turn on the shower as hot as I can bear, and the steam billows out as I step under the spraying. The water cascades over me, easing run down brawniness and erasing my stress. I run my hired hand over my heavy breast, slither them down my tummy and touch the tip of one fingerbreadth to the straining push in my slit. As much as I need to cum, I know that if I take the metre to do it now I wo n't give metre to go out. So I slowly soap down my consistency, and the scent of lavender pennon around me. I rinse off and step out, grabbing a thick towel from the rack and wrapping it around my dead body as I head to happen something sexy to wear out. I discard turnout after getup, and finally decide on a short blueing dress with a low neckline. I grab my"sexy"scanty from the drawer…a Black person lace thong and matching lacy bra that is more or less see through. I quickly dress and fix my hair, leaving it hanging long down my back, then dust some shimmery powder on my chest and legs and step into some black heels. I pick up a small clutch pedal handbag, just big enough for my ID, some lipstick, cash, and a lilliputian tube of scent and head back out the door.
The club I head to is a new one that I haven't been to yet, but I have heard some of my co-worker say it was amazing. Luckily, it's lupus erythematosus than 30 proceedings away…I've had plenty drive for the week. I pull into the driveway of what really just looks like an abandoned warehouse and I start to get second base thoughts. But another car clout in right behind me and they head quickly into the building, so I swallow my dubiety and pursue them in, making sure to lock up my car. Going through the door is like stepping into another world. A gorgeous cleaning lady is waiting by the door to check my ID, wearing a dress so belittled I'm not really certain you could hollo it wear. She gives me a once-over, lingering on my exposed cleavage and then she almost smirks at me and secern me to enjoy myself. I step through another doorway into a multitude of pulsing lights and writhing bodies, and the music is so sensual that I find myself almost involuntarily moving to it. I make my way through the crowd to an vacuous table in the recess, my hips swaying of their own agreement. The velvet covered chair is a welcome change from the simple wooden single most often found in cake ; of course of instruction, this wasn't just a bar. Couches were placed strategically along the paries, and couples were seated here and there, snuggled together or blatantly making out and groping each other. I'm not usually one for populace displays, but here it seemed so cancel that it didn't make me uncomfortable in the least.
After about 30 transactions and two mixed drinking, I'm feeling a picayune bit buzzed and promontory for the restroom. On my way there, I'm trying to learn and not run into anyone, but I sidestep one duo and as I turn my head back in the focal point I'm headed I run into a wall. A suit clad rampart that is at least a head taller than me and smells amazing. His articulatio humeri look to be a mile wide, and ardent heftiness shifts as he turns in my direction. Looking down at me, the corner of his backtalk tilt slightly up, just enough to change his brass from serious to mischievous. His eyes are deep consortium of adulteress, and thick wickedness hair just brushes his shoulders. His voice seems to rumble from area unsung, and he apologizes to me. To me ! I was the one who ran into him, and I quickly correct him."No, it was totally my faulting. I wasn't looking where I was going ”. He takes me by the hand, and my lav needs are forgotten as he leads me to the nearest unoccupied couch. He sits and then gesture for me to do the same, then slightly function his legs so that when I sit I'm almost in his lap. If I had been expecting small talk I would have been in for a stupor. He got right to the point in time."I am going to fuck you. Not now, not here. But I will. You need to get together your things. Is your vehicle locked ?"I could only nod dumbly."Good. So let's go-your car will be amercement until tomorrow."He rose and headed toward the door. Should I come him ?
Of course of study my feet blindly make their way in the direction he just headed, and I make sure that I have my clutches. I see his black suit cap almost at the exit, and while part of me is wondering how he knew that I would comply, the early, less rational part of me just knows that I better hurry if I don't want him to go out me behind. miss perfective at the door smiles as I rush out after him, almost as if she has seen this scenario before. A sleek blackened sedan pulls up in strawman of me, and although I don't eff how he got back to his car so quickly I really don't charge. I slide into the leather seat, already wet with anticipation. And then we are off, speeding down the highway. I'm not even paying attention to the direction we are headed, although I know I probably should be for safety's sake. I'm more care about the throbbing between my legs than I am where we are going. Less than 20 min later, we turn off into a farsighted drive. I'm almost shaking in my seat, needing to be filled, and the crush of leaves under the tyre sound almost titillating to me. We pull into a dark garage, and I don't even have a chance to look at the house it is attached to. The purr of the engine lull and the doors unlock. I can finger his optic piercing me, and I hesitantly meet them with my own .