The ride over the dark water of Puget Sound, the lingering candlelit dinner for two… all of it was a kind of extended foreplay. I could see its effect in her eyes, every time the pearls in her panties shifted against her own sweet pearl…

I shifted closer to her and dipped my hand between her warm thighs.

“Can I have the waiter bring you something else?” I asked. “You’ve barely touched the lobster…” I glanced at her plate, at her full wine glass.

“You try eating food this rich, wearing panties as distracting as these…,” she shot back with a crooked smile.

I grinned back and discreetly slipped my fingers under her skirt… up the inside of one leg…

“If it’s all the same to you, I’d rather not,” I said into her ear. “I can’t say I do my best work when I’m distracted… and lace isn’t exactly my style…” I felt a shiver run through her as my fingers worked their way toward skin. I could tell she was holding her breath…

“Would you like dessert?” I asked purposefully, shifting slightly until my hand was positioned squarely beneath her. My fingertips could make only the tiniest of movements against her already very slick entrance. I flicked her clit softly and heard her gasp with sweet need.

“The crème-brulee and two demitasse,” I said to the waiter when he appeared to sweep away our plates. “Or would you prefer the lemon mousse, darling?” I asked, smiling innocently and slipping one finger inside her.

“It’s good…,” she gasped quietly, caught entirely off guard. Angelina’s cheeks were blazing with color, and I was thoroughly enjoying myself. “I mean… That would be just fine… Thank you…”

The waiter nodded and disappeared without blinking an eye. I drew lazy circles…

“I’m not going to be able to swallow if you don’t stop that…,” she said.

“Hmmm… good to know….,” I answered wickedly, not letting up. “But one way or another, you’re going to have your dessert like a good girl.” I let my fingertip roam gently and felt her roll into me. “You need something inside you… to keep up your strength…

You’re going to need it… for later…”

The waiter reappeared and served quickly and efficiently. I picked up the tiny silver spoon and scooped up the golden brown cream. “

“Open your mouth for me,” I demanded.

“But I’m not going to be able to wait…,” she panted against my chest.

We’d barely made it out of the restaurant and into the street before she’d pulled me by the lapels and into a dark, narrow corridor. “I nearly came right there in front of everyone,” she panted, as I pulled her against me and pinned her to the brick wall. “I can’t breathe… I can barely walk…”

I buried my face in her neck as my cock raged furiously against her belly. But when she reached around and gripped my ass, I nearly lost all control. Everything inside me wanted to throw caution to the wind, to unzip, lift up her skirt and pound myself into her sweet pussy right there…

“My office is a few blocks from here,” I growled, reaching up under her dress. “We need privacy…” I felt her climax rising near the surface and my cock felt close to bursting.

“The club,” she gasped, working her hips, and raising one leg alongside my hip. “It’s closer… an upstairs room…”

And five minutes later, we were inside.

“Here for the party?” The towering doorman asked, as he closed the heavy doors behind us. “Full house tonight.”

“Upstairs,” I said, handing him a thick fold of bills. I kept a hand on Angelina’s waist. The contact between us was like touching a live wire…

“Right away, boss,” he answered, pocketing the cash. He spoke into a radio clipped to his shoulder and paused.

“Gold Room, all the way up and to the right. It’s ready and waiting.” He shot a fast, appreciative look at Angelina and glanced away, all business. He slipped a key in my hand. “Elevator across from the main hall.”

I took her hand, leading her through the pulsing energy of the enormous room. It was crowded, thick with people who were barely dressed… or not at all. And it was obviously Ladies Night. For lining the round walls of the hall, men were lined up, naked from the waist down and with black silk hoods over their heads. Every size and shape was represented, every cock, from the smallest to the largest, was hard and bobbing with anticipation. The women were free to make their selection and take their pleasure in any way they wanted, either privately or very publicly. I shot a look back at Angelina and smiled at the shock on her face. We slipped into the elevator and I unzipped her dress…

“What was happening out there?” she gasped.

“Ladies’ choice,” I answered, leaning in to breathe her scent. “I’ve heard they have gentlemen’s choice, too…” I untied the ribbon at her waist and slipped it through the gold bracelets on her wrists. Rewarded by the naked hunger in her eyes, I opened the door and closed it again behind us.

“But tonight is my choice, Angel. Only mine… and yours.” I peeled her gown off, leaving her in nothing but high heels and lace.

“And I have everything I want…

right here…”