"A night on the town," they said. "That's all you need," they said.
So I get all dressed up. I feel sexy in my black thigh length skirt and my black button up sweater. I've decided to show some cleavage so my sweater is unbuttoned to down between my breasts. My black heels are of moderate height so I won't break an ankle. Of course, under my sweater is a black lacy bra and under my skirt, nothing. My sexy little secret.
I hail a cab and go to the new club on the outskirts of town called Red Moon. I really should have known better. They say hindsight's 20/20 right?
I walked into the club and the first thing I noticed was the lighting. Along with strategically placed black lights, were red lights, giving off the illusion of blood on the walls. The dance floor was black and red lacquered wood, and was only about half full right now.
I sauntered up to the bar and ordered a shot of Jack.
"Would you like to dance?"
I looked up into the mirror behind the bar and straight into the darkest pair of eyes I've ever seen. When I turned to face the person who went with those eyes, my jaw almost hit the floor. What a fine specimen of manhood. His eyes were mesmerizing and that brilliant smile stole my breath.
"I'd love to," I said as I set my shot glass back on the bar.
The Jack must have hit me harder than I thought because as I took his hand to let him lead me to the dance floor, I SWEAR his eyes glowed red.
We got out on the dance floor and began moving to the music. Dirty Dancing had nothing on us. Our bodies melded together. A perfect fit. I'm not sure exactly happened next. The mood changed although I'm sure the music did not. We were dancing to our own beat. Swaying to the music of our bodies. I know, that sounds weird, but it was if they had created their own rhythm. Our hands started roaming over each others bodies and the world just fell away. He pulled me closer, if that was even possible and ground his hips to mine. This was not just a dance. It was like a mating ritual. So sexy and sensual all at the same time.
I looked into those dark eyes and said, "I don't even know your name."
"Damon. My name is Damon. Does it matter?" he asked with a leer.
"No. But now we're not strangers," I answered, the lust making my voice low and husky.
Then he kissed me. Passionately. Hungrily. Greedily. Nothing gentle about this kiss. It was all about a deep hunger. And we started pawing at each other. It was like we couldn't get enough of each others touch. I don't know what came over me. I shredded his shirt off so I could touch his chest. He was so hot to the touch. I leaned in and bit his nipples and he chuckled.
"Ahhhhh, you little minx." Then he leaned in to whisper in my ear, "I smell your arousal."
"What?" I asked kind of shocked at that statement.
He licked my ear and bit my ear lobe as he ripped the front of my sweater and the buttons all popped off. "Let me put it this way. I smell your pussy."