David
I wasn’t new to the atmosphere of the Red Room by any means, especially not to the wave of heat that washed over me every time I stepped into the club. Most people came to the Red for one reason — they were horny and looking for a good time. I had yet to figure out any other reason for wanting to come to the gaudy establishment, but the dance floor was nothing to sneeze at. What kind of man would complain about a bunch of feisty young women grinding against him as if their lives depended on it? I certainly wasn’t going to complain about the feminine attention I received, not by any means. I made a habit of coming to the Red Room as often as possible, although I wasn’t exactly wanting for female attention. There was something about seeing those pretty faces flush as soon as I stepped into the building that appealed to me.
I could have found a woman at any corner. The Red Room just made it easier .You didn’t go to the club unless you wanted to get fucked. I usually spent most of my time on the dance floor, enjoying the sensation of other bodies against my own. It wasn’t a sensation I lacked for — I could always find someone to roll in the hay with. There was something about the hot musk, the pure sensuality of the dance floor, that kept dragging me back. You couldn’t ignore the stink of arousal when you slipped into the Red Room, the acrid scent of a pretty girl wanting to get fucked properly — or in other cases, a smarmy bloke wanting to get his dick wet. Either way, you knew what you were signing up for.
Tonight, I wasn’t particularly enchanted by the idea of the dance floor, although I did consider the bodies twisting in ecstasy before deciding I had better things to do. I wasn’t sure what I was looking for, which wasn’t exactly the norm for my trips to the Red Room. I usually came in with a game plan of some sort, even if it was just a vague mental outline of what kind of woman I wanted to take home and fuck around with. This time, I had no idea what I wanted, nor any idea of how I would get it.
The bar was as empty as usual, save for a single woman who sat hunched over the bar top with an expression that could only be described as hopeful. She was drinking a cheaply made mimosa, though truthfully, I was sure she had no idea what a quality drink tasted like. I might have considered her entirely pathetic in other circumstances, and I was tempted to do just that now. However, with every breath she inhaled, her breasts heaved just so, and her ass jutted out even though she was seated on a usual bar stool. It was difficult to make one’s self look sexy while slumped in front of the bar, but somehow, she managed.
In short, it was a rather easy decision to decide to make my way toward her. She seemed oblivious to me as I approached, and though a typical man might have seated themselves two or three stools away, I wasn’t going to put either of us through any pretenses. I sat casually on the stool just beside her, waving two fingers at the bartender. The staff had learned my preferences in short order, and while I liked to fuck a plethora of exotic women, I tended to prefer the same drink every time I came to the Red Room: a rum and cola. When the bartender caught my eye and caught my panty-dropping smile, he even blushed. I couldn’t help but grin as the woman at my side belatedly seemed to catch on to my presence.
Stiffening in her seat, it was obvious that she wasn’t used to having such prestigious company beside her. Not to honk my own horn, but I had a way of making the atmosphere bend to my will even when it wasn’t exactly my intent. Her eyes widened marginally, and she considered me from the corner of her eye, her grip tightening on her drink to such an extent that I thought it might shatter in her hand. But I kept my expression casual, offering the bartender a wink as he brought over my drink. He all but melted, and as flattering as that was, he wasn’t my target tonight. I knew what I wanted.
I wanted the woman at my side.
I didn’t expect her to actually say anything to me; I mused on how to start a bit of conversation to put her at ease. An ice breaker, as it were. She had now given up all farcical attempts to pretend she wasn’t staring at me, and as my eyes met hers, a jolt that I was unfamiliar with shot through my body. Arousal, no doubt, was a sensation I was used to. However, this time, the feeling was tempered with some other emotion that I could not quite give a name to. As much as this bothered me, I tried not to give it much thought. She was beautiful, sure, but no more worthy of my affection than any other woman. For God’s sake, I hadn’t even begun to exchange words with her yet.
That problem was going to need to be dealt with in short order if I planned to work my charms on her. Small talk wasn’t exactly my forte, but I could work through it in a pinch. Before I could begin to get any words out, however, she shifted to look at me with a nervous smile.
“H-hi.”
Her voice was melodic, nothing short of an angel’s chorus paired with an innocent smile and eyes that seemed to look into my soul. Believe me, I wasn’t one to typically wax poetic about a woman, but there was something very charming about her. I couldn’t put my finger on it quite yet, but I expected it to reveal itself when I placed my finger directly on her.
She was nervous; there was no doubt about that. I could only wonder what had her feeling so uncertain of herself, especially considering that slinky black number that clung to each of her curves. She had to know she was gorgeous — absolutely striking — didn’t she?
“Hello, gorgeous,” I murmured, forcing myself to leave off the inquiry as to where she had been all my life. Her cheeks flushed bright red just the same, and an awkward giggle spilled past her lips as if she’d never had a handsome man flirt with her before. Then again, men of my caliber were few and far between in this city. “Mind if I buy you another drink? You look absolutely parched,” I grinned, sipping from my own drink in turn.
“Oh, you don’t have to.”
I was immediately stricken by how nervous she seemed. She didn’t seem particularly used to kindness, which was a shame. In spite of my careless nature with the women I fucked, I at least made an effort to make them feel appreciated. Was the idea of being bought one drink so far-fetched?
“I don’t mind. Someone as beautiful as you shouldn’t have to buy her own drinks,” I smiled, waving the bartender over and gesturing vaguely toward the woman. She sputtered a bit, her expression shifting to one of barely restrained delight as she seemed to realize that I wasn’t simply pulling her chain.
“Oh, you’re too kind. I’m flattered, honestly,” she smiled, and for a moment I was stricken by how sincere that smile was. I felt my heart give a solid thump, but I pointedly ignored it as I sipped from my drink.
“Allow me to be a bit cliché for a moment — what is a girl like you doing in a place like this?” I pressed, giving the bartender a slight smile as he brought the woman’s mimosa. She chuckled breathily, turning to give me her full attention.
“I suppose I’m here for the same reason as anyone else,” she mused aloud, her expression slightly mischievous. I felt my cock give a slight twitch but made a point to play it cool. I hummed my acknowledgement, shifting a bit to obscure my crotch. I felt like some school boy popping a stiffy for his hot teacher, and while the feeling wasn’t altogether unpleasant, I was a bit taken aback. It was unusual for a woman to have such a sudden and undeniable effect on me, regardless of how beautiful she may be. Beautiful though this woman was, she wasn’t the sort you would see in one of those beauty magazines. There was something a bit restrained about her, like a lioness pretending to be little more than a kitten.
“You don’t seem like the type to come to a gaudy nightclub for a cheap fuck,” I said a bit callously, immediately regretting the words. She smirked, quirking a well-manicured brow. I was sure she would find a reason to slip away from me now, and I cursed myself for my inability to hold my tongue. However, she simply turned to face me, tilting her head slightly. It was adorable, enchanting, and all sorts of things I would never expect from a woman I was having a bit of fun with. She wasn’t outright drooling, but it was rather obvious that she was interested in what I was offering. Then again — did she quite realize what I wanted?
“Not a cheap fuck, no,” she said slyly, licking her lips sensually. I followed the path of her tongue with my eyes, my heart giving yet another solid thump. I nodded slowly, reassessing the situation. It was quite obvious that she realized what sort of offer I was pitching, though perhaps I was getting ahead of myself. I hadn’t exactly asked anything of her yet; I’d simply engaged her in casual conversation. Perhaps it was time to kick things up a notch.
“I can assure you that I’m anything but cheap, Miss—”
“My name’s not really important, is it? Are you willing to share your own?”
“I suppose not. I must say, it’s rare to meet a woman of your caliber in a club like this.” She seemed amused by my tone, which could only be described as filled with awe. I wasn’t the type to get a fluttery heart over a woman at a bar — I wasn’t the type to get butterflies at all…not since my preteen years. I tapped my fingers on the bar top, wondering if propositioning her would be the right way to go about things. It wasn’t as if I would be losing much if she turned me down — at least, that’s what I tried to tell myself. The truth was, I wanted her. I wanted to make her mine, even if just for a night.
“Well, handsome, it’s unusual to meet a man of your charms in the Red Room, as well,” she hummed, sipping the last bit of her second drink. The buzz was beginning to hit me from my own exceedingly strong mix, and she had a rather dreamy look in her eyes that spoke of utter inebriation. There would be no better time to make my move, and while hesitation wasn’t normally part of my game, I felt myself giving a slight pause. This wasn’t just the usual club fuck. This was the sort of woman a lesser man could find himself falling for.
Good thing I was stronger than most men.
“This may seem a bit bold, but if you would like to get out of here, find someplace a bit more private…” I trailed off, raising a brow slyly. Her cheeks reddened, and she nodded fervently.
“Of course. We can go to my apartment. I just need to tell my friend that I’m leaving,” she said in a rush, standing and taking a step away from the bar. I smiled, a sensation of warmth brewing deep within me.
“No problem. Of course.”
Score.