10

 

The woman I’d been thinking about for three months straight stood in front of me. Dressed like my most perverse wet dream and most tawdry nightmare.

I clenched my fists.

What was I doing? Why had I come?

To see for myself? To see that I had been tricked into wanting someone that traded in the idea of seduction without release. A woman with no morals and even little pride? As her hips swayed, sexy and slowly, I could not help the smug smile that graced my lips. I'd been between her legs. I knew what she had to offer. I'd been ensnared by her body before.

It was my turn.

A flicker of unease crossed over her expression before it was erased and stretched into a placid but false smile.

Where had I seen that dimple before?

It was a strange divot, higher than a normal dimple. It rested on her left cheek bone as her lips pulled slightly to one side more than the other. Her eyes were the colour of cognac when her lashes shadowed them, but amber coloured whiskey when she looked directly at me. She dipped her head, in a movement that told me she was unused to eye contact.

I wanted to study her.

“I won’t bite.” I promised, gesturing to the pole behind me, and the bouncer in the corner.

She chuckled; it was low and fake. Unlike her hyena like cackle when her laughter was real. “I think that’s a lie.” She purred and walked towards me. Using the side of her ankle, encased in a platform heel, Pepper moved my legs open until the crotch of my trousers grew taut due to my position. She stepped in between my legs and dropped to her knees.

The flash of my fantasies, of her wrapping her rosebud lips around my cock and swirling her tongue around the tip, made me swallow my tongue as it grew twice in size.

“What do you want, Sweetie?” She leant forward, her breasts hung as she spoke into the shell of my ear. “Fast or slow.”

She knew who I was.

But did she know that I knew her?

It was giving me a headache.

As my cock rose and strained against my trousers, I didn’t know who was winning the game anymore.

“Tell you what?” Pepper leant back and licked her lips. “I’ll go slow. It’s my first time. You'll help me, won’t you?” She winked.

“First time?” I cleared my throat.

“I’ve never given a private dance before.” She whispered, leaning forward like she had a secret. “You’re my first.”

I wanted to snort in disbelief but I held myself back. I ached to reach out and trail my finger down her sternum, in-between her breasts where I would have a prime seat to watch her nipples pebble and tighten the fabric of her translucent bra.

I clenched my fists by my side and did not touch her.

“On the platform.” I demanded with hooded eyes and a gruff voice. “Show me.”

Pepper stepped back and nodded once to the bouncer, albeit stiffly. A slow and hypnotic beat began to drift from the speakers as Pepper took the two steps up onto the platform and gripped the pole like a professional.

She swung, once and then twice, before wrapping her legs around the metal and twisting around the pole like a lover.

I was so erect that it was painful.

I'd been to bachelor parties. I'd entertained clients whilst girls danced and blow was passed around to seal the deal. None of them compared to Pepper.

Her dark hair brushed the floor as she twirled in a manoeuvre that looked more complex than it was. She was a contradiction of curves and slenderness. Beautiful. Untameable but fragile like a bird in a cage.

She gripped the pole with her hands, like she was tied to a headboard and slid down. Arching her back. Thrusting her breasts forward.

My mouth was dry.

I wanted to touch her more than I wanted anything in my life. I wanted to bury myself inside her and decipher all of her secrets whilst I lived there.

The song drew to a close and her breaths came in short sharp pants. Her cheeks were flushed and her eyes sparkled in the same way they had done when I was buried to the hilt inside of her. Stretching her and claiming her for my own.

My eyes flicked down and I was willing to bet that she would be soaked if I slipped my hand down the front of her g-string. The white lingerie only showed me the outline of her core, but I knew what she looked like from inside and out.

I stood up. My erection was obvious, but I didn’t care. I wanted her to see that she affected me as much as I wanted to affect her.

I took five hundred dollars out of my wallet. Wrapped around my business card. I'd written my address on the back and the words:

Meet me tonight.