MMMmmm, if I had a better seat in the house I'd be able to lick the boots of the lead singer. And oh what pleasure that would be. He was tall and buff, just enough to make the mouth water. His eyes, a steely grey that shined down as he looked at me. His bright blue shirt was open just enough to show that his chest sported a healthy amount of hair, matching the thick dark blonde on his head. It screamed for my hands to run through it.
He moved away and worked the other side of the stage. I missed his energy almost immediately.
The rest of the girls at the table with me were from my office. I was here just for the feel of doing something different. To end the day to day repetition that seemed to take over my life.
Then the singer came back and locked his gaze back on mine.
Julie elbowed me and whispered, "He came back for you," and giggled.
"That's nuts," I said back. But when I looked up again and saw he was still looking at me I could dismiss it as easily.
Kelly piped up and held out her glass. "To our bid win. That'll show those boys in Level 3 we don't take prisoners!"
We all laughed and raised our glasses in the toast. We had worked long hours and dug deeper to get our bid in early on our latest ad war with the men on level 3 in our advertisement company, and the night out was our reward to ourselves.
"So now back to the hot singer who digs Holly," Kelly said.
"Oh quit it," I giggled feeling the beginnings of the wine hitting me.
"You know he only comes to this end of the table to look at you," Helen said.
"Do you think so" I asked. Then I looked up to see he was there again. I felt his eyes move over me and wished it was his hands roaming over me. Maybe it was the wine and the win, but I felt warm where ever his eyes lingered.
"You want to share?" Julie asked.
"No," I said quickly.
"Ah come on. I bet he could take us all on," Julie pushed.
"I think if the time comes he'd have his hands full just with me," I said snidely. The effects of the wine were clearly leading my mouth.
The girls erupted with hoots and laughter.
Julie nudged me and said, "Stick around and see. At worst it costs you a cab ride home."
Just drunk enough, her idea sounded completely reasonable.
"I bet she chicken's out before the last song is over," Kelly put in.
"I'll bet 100 bucks she leaves in the next hour," Helen added gleefully.
"Hey!!" I said insulted.
"I bet 200 she goes home with him," Julie said in defense of her friend.
"Deal," Kelly said and stuck her hand out.
Julie took it and Helen's as well.
That settled they sat back to wait and see who would win this new contest. Determined to not lose Julie helped Holly's confidence along, and added more liquid courage. At the end of the first hour Helen handed over 100 bucks to Julie. Buy the end of the last song Kelly tossed 100 bucks over to Julie as well.
Through it all I watched the beautiful man on the stage. I was actually praying that he would come down to me. A fantasy slithered into my mind, one where the bar was emptied out, he comes down to look at me close up. He reaches over and touches my neck, gently pulling me closer to him so that I could feel his breath brushing my lips.
He picks me up and sits me on the table, spreading my legs and stepping between them. He leaned in and kissed my neck. I moaned at the sensation of his warm lips on my skin.
I felt a sharp jab to my ribs and came back to reality. I looked at Julie and saw her eyes were laughing.
"What?"
"You went out to space for a while there."
"Sorry," I said and felt the blush move to my cheeks.
"Don't be," Julie said and touched my shoulder, "Every girl has a right to a fantasy."
"Thanks Julie," I said and looked up. The band was tearing down their equipment. I felt a wave of fear tickle my stomach.
"You know you don't have to do this sweetie. It's just a stupid bet."
"It's okay," I assured her, "I want to at least say that I tried something different, something daring for once in my life."
"You don't have anything to prove. You're a good ad specialist. You have a great sense of humor."
Her belief in me only made me want to go through with it more.
"I'll be fine Julie," I told her.
The girls got up and wished me luck. Julie looked at me one more time. I waved her off.
On a spurt of inspiration I reached under the table and grabbed the edge of my skirt then pulled hard at the seam in the side slit, opening it far up my thigh. After cleaning up the loose ends and strands of thread I stood. The lead singer watched me as I moved from the table to a bar stood.
I felt his eyes drop to my legs as I turned and slowly crossed them one over the other. Knowing he was watching my every move I decided to give him a small show. Slowly I turned so he could see more of my body. I trailed my fingers over my knee then up my leg. I watched his eye heat as my hands moved to my shirt and unbutton the top four buttons. I reached back and fished an ice cube out of my drink and sucked on it.
I could see him groan as I sucked on the ice. Lust jumped into his eyes like fire. I smiled at him then moved the ice slowly down my chin, then over my neck. The coolness of the ice was heaven on my skin. I moaned at the feel of the ice and moved it more for my own pleasure then to entice him, though it was working. My eyes closed as I was swamped with lust.
The next thing I felt was a hand clamping around my wrist. When I opened my eyes I saw the singer standing in front of me. I hadn't heard him jump down from the stage and come over to me. The heat in his eye said all that I needed to know. He was breathing hard from his rush to get to me. My pulse raced under his grip.
"You like teasing men like that?" the singer asked.
"How do you know I wasn't just hot?" I asked back.
His eyes roamed down my body and back up again, "You are that. Want to see if I can get you to boil?"
