The steady thump of the music reverberated through the club, offering its pulse and tempo up for the patrons to shake their bodies in time with. Flashing, colored lights splashed across the dance floor, bathing the writhing bodies in a myriad of tones and shadows. Marcus stood to the side, watching intently, scouting for his next target.
A player of many years on the bar scene, Marcus could pick out quickly what girls in the club were likely to be looking for fun and what ones were forward enough to respond to his advances. His eyes sparkled as they settled on a slim redhead on the near side of the dance floor.
Long, shimmering locks draped from her head to the middle of her back, swaying as she weaved in time with the music. The tight leather skirt she wore barely covered her ass cheeks and the tight shirt seemed near bursting as her ample breasts jiggled within. Putting a hand in his pocket to adjust his member, Marcus smiled to himself and stepped forward.
Coming up behind her, he fell into rhythm with her, moving slowly closer as they swayed to the beat of the pounding music. She spun around abruptly, arms high and hips jutting as the tempo changed slightly with the newest song. Her mound bumped hard into Marcus' groin and she stopped suddenly, her eyes wide and her mouth a pretty, round "O" of surprise.
"Oh, my god, I'm sorry," she said, leaning over closer so she could be heard over the music. "I didn't see you there."
Marcus smiled and spread his arms to indicate there was no problem. Gazing into her emerald green eyes, he could almost read the sexual energy she held. Her makeup was sparse, allowing the natural beauty to show through. A subtle red tinted her full lips and a soft blue tone graced her eyes, fading to the gentle blush on her cheeks.
"Maybe I can buy you a drink," he replied, leaning over so his lips brushed her ear as he spoke. "As an apology for getting in your way."
She flushed heavily as she leaned back, her eyes twinkling. Nodding vigorously, she grabbed his arm and they made for the bar together. Once there, she pulled Marcus in behind her and leaned against him, rubbing her soft bottom against his groin as they placed their orders. Marcus smiled again, knowing he'd picked well.
The drinks went down with haste, as the tension grew with their proximity. The girl introduced herself as Amber, which Marcus was fairly certain wasn't her real name. Away from the dance floor, they were able to speak without shouting and she asked when he was planning to leave. Marcus shrugged, casting a glance about the bar, to indicate he didn't see much reason to subject his ears to the thumping bass much longer and Amber's smile widened.
"Maybe it's time to leave now," she said, reaching down and grabbing his bulge gently as she leaned close. Gently squeezing his package, she licked his ear and whispered, "We can head back to my place, where it's a little more quiet."
15 minutes later, they were settled on her sofa, her legs draped across his lap as they sipped another drink. Amber smiled, her full, red lips splitting to reveal her pearly white teeth. As Marcus slipped his hand up and down her thigh slowly, she moved her hand to his abdomen and rubbed his stomach through his shirt.
Sitting up and changing position, Amber put her head on his chest, with her ass in the air. Marcus reached around her hips to stroke her soft cheeks, slipping the skirt up for easier access to her supple flesh. Amber moaned as his fingers slipped along her ass crack, squeezing one cheek gently. Moving her roving hand lower, she unbuttoned his jeans, tugged his zipper down and slipped her hand inside his shorts.
