"So... who are you with?" The burly security guard steps forward, barring your way.
"I'm with the band," you say, your voice loaded with suggestiveness, and it doesn't go unnoticed.
He raises an eyebrow, taking in your too-tight dress and cherry red...
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I only have precisely ten seconds to weigh up whether or not this is actually a good idea, as Van needs little encouragement. He's already moving forward at my invitation, one hand curling around my waist and the other reaching up to cup my face, tilting it up towards his. I move backwards until we're both in the toilet cubicle, my bum pressed up against the sink.
"You're fucking gorgeous, ya know that?" He says quietly as he looms ever closer. "Been dying to get you on your own since I saw you in the pub the other day."
I consider pushing him away, knowing this will drive him crazy, but who am I kidding? Resisting won't just be torturous for him. He's intoxicating and he knows it, and as he pushes his hips into mine, pressing me back into the cold, unrelenting ceramic, I can feel my body responding.
"What are you waiting for then?" I purr, darting the tip of my tongue out to run over my plump bottom lip, looking up at him seductively.
The atmosphere is electric but suddenly Van pulls away, and I'm confused for a second until I realise that he's only stepping back to shut the toilet door, quickly sliding the lock across, securing us both inside. Then he's back, bending down slightly to curl his fingers around my thighs, lifting me up in one swift motion so I'm now sitting, perched on the edge of the sink, legs splayed wide whilst he's pressed into the space in between them. He certainly doesn't waste his time.
"I'm not gonna fuck you in here," I state plainly, feeling his hands on my thighs, slowly sliding the fabric of my dress upwards, exposing me right up to my hips.
"Who said anything about fucking?" He replies, a sly smile on his lips which are edging ever closer to mine. He's so close now that I can feel the warmth of his breath on my face. "Only got ten minutes anyway until the doors open..."
"What..." I start but my words are cut off abruptly as his lips collide with mine, punching the breath right from my lungs.
His kiss is hungry and deep from the start, his tongue sliding hungrily against mine, feverishly invading my mouth. Any thoughts of resistance spin away in a fog of lust, his lips sealing my fate as I grab his hips and pull his body even closer, pushing mine against his simultaneously.
He pulls away slightly, breathing deeply, his forehead pressed against mine. "Are ya sure you don't fancy me darlin', 'cause you seem pretty keen?"
Even when he's seducing me he still manages to be fucking annoying, but his teasing only adds to my attraction. And two can play at that game.
"You're still a dick," I confirm. "I kiss lots of guys. Don't think you're anything special."
"Well, we'll see about that shall we?" He replies, one of his hands straying to my inner thigh, gently caressing a teasing trail to the edge of my underwear.
My heart's thudding in my rib cage and my cheeks feel flushed. I try to maintain some composure as a lone fingertip slides lightly over the silky fabric of my panties, but my body betrays me as a shudder of pleasure shoots through me. Van's just watching me, that little smug smile playing on his lips suggesting that he knows damn well that I'm teetering on the edge of control.
