Lisa stood at the counter, fidgeting nervously. She was fast running out of hope. She was out of money and needed a job. She loved computers and this store had them all: every kind of techno gadget you could find. Aisle after aisle of computers, software, printers, everything. She was in heaven. Or at least she hoped she was.
She nearly jumped out of her skin when a nearby voice asked, "May I help you?"
"Yes," she said. "I was wondering if you had any openings?"
"Let me get the owner," the clerk replied.
Lisa shook her head and smiled. She’d never get used to the accent, New York is so different from home, she thought wistfully. The people, the places, the things you see. Sirens wailing at four in the morning. The city that never sleeps.
She felt a tap on the shoulder. The owner, she thought eyeing the big burly man who stood nearly 6'3". He had a full beard and the most startling blue eyes: intent, knowing eyes that appraised her from head to toe. He didn't appear to be the type who would own a computer store. Oh well, she thought, it takes all types.
"Rachel tells me you are looking for a job?"
"Yes," she said, "I'd be willing to do anything."
The corner of his mouth lifted. "In this city, you'd best be careful how you use the word 'anything'."
"Yes Sir", Lisa replied, "I'll remember that."
He said, "My name is Rudy and while I don't have a job for you here, my club downtown needs a waitress."
Finally! Lisa thought, as he wrote the address of the club on a piece of paper, 'something is going right for a change.'
"Be there tonight at 9. That's when the place starts to jump."
"You can count on me Sir."
Saturn. Strange name for a club, she thought, checking the address for the millionth time. She walked inside and then she knew: it was like walking into another dimension made of flashing lights and neon.
The bar was crowded and she could just make out Rudy mixing drinks behind it. When she caught his eye, he smiled and waved her over. The place was jammed and Lisa had to push her way across the dance floor. She looked down and was startled to see that the dance floor was transparent. Interesting, she thought. Underneath the dance floor she could see images of couches and chairs and the vague outlines of people. A DJ played loud music in the corner and people danced everywhere.
Three hours down, she thought later, only three to go. It hadn't been a bad night at all, really. So far, she hadn't spilled a drink on anyone and the tips were good. Things were finally starting to look up.
She walked up to the booth in the corner and asked,
"What can I get for you Sir?"
When he didn't answer straight away, she raised her head to stare into the most piercing set of eyes she had ever seen. It was as though they stared straight through her, sifting through the layers of her and laying her bare and open. Lisa stood rooted there, pulse racing, awaiting his reply.
He said, "Jack on the rocks."
Lisa nodded and walked away, feeling the weight of his eyes following her every step.
She watched him out of the corner of her eye while she waited on his drink order. As she observed him, Lisa wondered how any one man could be so sexy. Tall, well built, gorgeous, he was dressed in a close fitting shirt made of silk. His black pants hugged him in all the right places and his custom boots matched.
She wet her lips and wondered what it would feel like to be touched by him. Lisa shook her head. Snap out of it! She thought smiling ruefully, knowing that someone like him would never take interest in someone like her.
When she carried his drink back to his table and set it down he asked, "Did you see anything you like?"
Caught, her face flushed and she stammered, "I'm s..s...sorry Sir."
"Shhh kitten, nothing to be sorry for. Dance with me."
"But Sir, I am working."
He smiled. She melted and all resistance flowed away.
"Rudy and I are old friends. He'll not begrudge me one dance."
He led her onto the dance floor, eased her into his arms and they started to dance. Well, HE danced. She moved stiffly, woodenly.
"Loosen up kitten. I'll not hurt you."
His hands slowly, sensuously mapped her back. Over the next few minutes, Lisa felt herself start to relax. Their bodies melted together as his hands smoothed over her and surprised at her own temerity, she explored him as well. She liked the feel of him, she liked it too well.
When the song ended he took her hand and led her back to the table. As he sat down on the stool and pulled her between his thighs, he tipped her chin up and said coolly: "Kitten, I want you to come home with me."
She had never been asked to go home with a man before, but somewhere deep down, she knew that she would go anywhere he asked. She nodded then watched as her mystery man strolled over to inform Rudy of her imminent departure. When Rudy looked over at her and winked, Lisa sighed in relief.
Her heart hammered hard when He returned to her side, took her hand in his and led her out the back of the club to his car.
As He helped her into the car, Lisa wondered what was in store for her. She wasn't afraid, she realized, she was excited. The idea of being with this man even for one night was something Lisa knew she couldn't pass up.
As they walked into his apartment, she was barely aware of her surroundings. All she could concentrate on was the man standing behind her. She could feel the heat of his attention, could smell the heady scent of His cologne. But it was much more than that. She wanted this man more than any other man she had been with and her desire overrode the fact that she had just met him, that she did not even know his name. Her desire and need overrode everything else.
When his hand trailed up her arm, she jumped.
"Nervous?" he asked. He turned her to face him, cupping her chin so she could look into his eyes. "There's no reason to be afraid of me, kitten. As long as you follow my rules, you'll be fine."
Lisa smiled. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all.
"Now strip."
Her eyes widened in shock. He couldn’t be serious!
"Kitten, don't make me repeat myself again. Strip!" His sharp tone galvanized her.
Lisa blushed as she hesitantly started to strip, her hands moving slowly, woodenly as she removed her skirt. When her hands started on the buttons of her blouse she heard...
"Look at me."
Shyly, she raised her eyes to his as she continued to remove her clothes. His eyes never left her body. Lisa was embarrassed, not knowing if he liked what he saw.
As he walked towards her Lisa shivered, her nipples hardening. His hands possessively cupped her breasts, his heat warming her skin. She felt her sex heat as his hands took possession of her.
When he stroked over her belly and down to her sex, Lisa closed her eyes. The feelings were too much: too much aching, too much wanting. They threatened to overpower her.
"Mmmmm, wet..hot..luscious. Good girl."
Lisa kept her eyes squeezed shut as he probed her sex, shocked and delighted to feel his fingers delving her velvety folds. She threw her head back, moaning as he started to move his fingers inside her, an imitation of sex.
He leaned in close and told her to bend over the arm of the couch.
"Until I permit it...do NOT move."
God, Lisa thought, how can I not move?
As he pressed his body closer she felt the stiff hot length of his attraction against her as he slowly kissed his way down to the rounded globes of her ass.
She jumped when his tongue touched her clit for the first time and his fingers dug into the soft flesh of her ass.
"Be still!" he ordered.
The couch cushions muffled her moans as his tongue ravaged her hot, wet sex. Lisa could feel her orgasm building deep within her. She shivered, goosebumps running down her spine.
He stopped.
"Please!" Lisa begged.
