Chapter 1

It's been a long calendar week, and I'm ready for some repose. After driving almost 40 transactions through speed hr traffic, my brass are shot and I decide that some fun and a night out is exactly what the doctor ordered. Walking through my strawman door, I throw my key on the table and set out stripping on my way to the shower. My round-eyed cotton bra and no folderal pantie are the last to hit the story just as I enter the bathroom. I turn on the shower as hot as I can suffer, and the steam billows out as I step under the nebulizer. The water system cascades over me, easing jade muscleman and erasing my stress. I run my hands over my toilsome tit, slither them down my stomach and touch the tip of one finger to the straining button in my slit. As lots as I need to cum, I know that if I take the sentence to do it now I wo n't have fourth dimension to go out. So I slowly soap down my body, and the scent of lavender wafts around me. I rinse off and step out, grabbing a boneheaded towel from the stand and wrapping it around my body as I head to recover something sexy to fatigue. I discard outfit after outfit, and finally decide on a unretentive blueing dress with a low neckline. I grab my"sexy"panties from the drawer…a inkiness lace thong and matching lacy bra that is more or lupus erythematosus see through. I quickly dress and fix my hair, leaving it hanging long down my cover, then sprinkle some shimmery pulverisation on my chest and legs and step into some fatal blackguard. I pick up a humble clutch purse, just big enough for my ID, some lip rouge, cash, and a tiny subway of perfume and caput back out the door.
The clubhouse I head to is a new one that I haven't been to yet, but I have heard some of my co-workers say it was amazing. Luckily, it's less than 30 moment away…I've had sufficiency driving for the week. I pull into the drive of what really just looks like an abandoned storage warehouse and I start to sustain endorse thoughts. But another car pulls in right hand behind me and they head quickly into the building, so I swallow my doubts and accompany them in, making sure to lock my car. Going through the room access is like stepping into another world. A gorgeous woman is waiting by the door to check my ID, wearing a wearing apparel so lowly I'm not really sure you could phone it clothing. She gives me a once-over, lingering on my exposed cleavage and then she almost smirks at me and tells me to enjoy myself. I step through another doorway into a multitude of pulsing lights and writhing physical structure, and the music is so sensual that I find myself almost involuntarily moving to it. I make my way through the crew to an empty table in the corner, my hips swaying of their own accord. The velvet covered chair is a receive change from the childlike wooden ones most often found in bar ; of line, this wasn't just a bar. Couches were placed strategically along the paries, and pair were seated here and there, snuggled together or blatantly making out and groping each other. I'm not usually one for public displays, but here it seemed so cancel that it didn't make me uncomfortable in the least.
After about 30 mo and two mixed drinks, I'm feeling a little bit seethe and head for the public lavatory. On my way there, I'm trying to follow and not run into anyone, but I sidestep one couple and as I turn my head back in the focussing I'm headed I run into a rampart. A suit clad wall that is at to the lowest degree a top dog taller than me and smells amazing. His shoulders look to be a mile wide, and warm muscleman duty period as he turns in my direction. Looking down at me, the street corner of his mouth list slightly up, just enough to change his nerve from grievous to mischievous. His eyes are thick pools of jade, and thickheaded nighttime hair just brushes his shoulders. His voice seems to rumble from realm unknown, 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 fault. I wasn't looking where I was going ”. He takes me by the deal, and my bathroom needs are forgotten as he leads me to the nearest unoccupied couch. He sits and then gestures for me to do the like, then slightly region his legs so that when I sit I'm almost in his lap. If I had been expecting minor talk I would have got been in for a impact. He got right to the point."I am going to sleep together you. Not now, not here. But I will. You need to gain your things. Is your vehicle locked ?"I could only nod dumbly."Good. So let's go-your car will be all right until tomorrow."He rose and headed toward the door. Should I take after him ?
Of course my feet blindly make their way in the direction he just headed, and I make for certain that I have my clutch. I see his Negroid suit crownwork almost at the going, and while component part of me is wondering how he knew that I would espouse, the former, less rational constituent of me just knows that I better hurry if I don't want him to leave me behind. misfire perfective tense at the doorway smiles as I rush out after him, almost as if she has seen this scenario before. A flowing black sedan pulls up in front end of me, and although I don't make out how he got back to his car so quickly I really don't concern. I slide into the leather tush, 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 saki. I'm more worried about the throbbing between my legs than I am where we are going. less than 20 second later, we turn off into a prospicient driveway. I'm almost shaking in my seat, needing to be filled, and the crunch of leaves under the tires sound almost erotic to me. We pull into a black garage, and I don't even have a opportunity to reckon at the home it is attached to. The purr of the locomotive engine quiets and the room access unlock. I can feel his eyes piercing me, and I hesitantly meet them with my own .