She strolled into the room turning heads and soliciting lustful looks. She walked in like she owned the place, because she did. The club was jumping which is the way she liked it. The music was loud and the intoxicating. She had worked for years to get DeSade's Playhouse to the nationally known fetish club that it is today. She had forgone lovers, friends and family to get her pet project to this level and now that it had obtained its status she was lonely. She is a tall, busty redhead that can spot a drunk that is losing control and a minor with a fake i.d. a mile away. Not embarrassed by her size she flaunts her large breasts by wearing corsets and short skirts to show her muscular legs. She has a penchant for stockings with seams and men. Her blue eyes can freeze an unwanted advance before it escapes the lips and a notoriously short fuse. She has tried for years to find a man or woman that can satisfy her and since her self-induced celibacy is over, she's on the prowl for someone that can. She watches him; she's wanted him since she hired him.
He saw her enter thinking that he really shouldn't think about the boss bent over her heavy oak desk wearing nothing but those damn stockings that drove him wild. She knew his name but as far as he knew she forgot him the moment she passed by him. She had worked her ass off to make this club the best and since he was the best bouncer in the business she hired him after checking his references, without ever having seen him. He is tall and thick-chest, dark hair with hazel eyes that make women wet. His voice is like good whiskey smooth and deep. He doesn't want someone that he has to struggle with for power, he wants someone to walk beside not in front of or behind, an equal. Many have tried and failed to keep his attention but they fall to the side when he moves about.
"Looking good tonight, Boss." He says as she struts by. "You're doing a good job keeping the peace. No one wants to come into someplace that they can get hurt in. Business is up thanks to you. We're going to have to look at giving you a raise." She winks and walks away. O yeah she could give him a raise but not the one he's looking for. As she walks by him she intentionally brushes her ass against his hand, maybe he can pick up the hint this time.
'She just had to rub that ass on me again.' He thinks. 'She keeps this up and she's going to loose her Ice Queen title when I heat her up.'
The night progressed without much between but she caught him watching her more than usual tonight. 'Well thank God he might actually realize that I'm more than the boss soon! God knows I'd nail him in a heart beat. Damn I'm tired of being lonely.'
The night ended and as she was tallying up she heard a knock on her office door. Cursing the intrusion she bellowed "Enter dammit!"
He sauntered in and propped a hip on the corner of her desk grinning down on her and getting a wonderful view of those big breasts that she seemed to be so proud of.
"Something I can help you with Liam?"
"Yeah, you need to stay in your privacy booth if you are going to keep dressing like that. You had a following that you were oblivious to. Not safe Boss." He told her.
"Thanks for the concern but I happen to like the way I dress." She rolled the chair back and stretched her legs out propping her heels up on her desk. "And this is a fetish club I wear fetish dress like all those girls down there."
"Yeah but the difference is I'm not paid to protect the girls down there. I'm paid to protect YOU!" he gets into her face to see if he can make the point.
"You're paid to protect the club not me, jackass. I was a cop; I think I can take care of myself."
"O yeah, in those heels and that corset, I'm sure you'll be fine. And don't call me jackass. I'm trying to protect that ass that you seem to barely cover. I hope like hell you don't rub your ass on the patrons like you did me!"