Dancing with the Devil

All Business

Tonight is going to be a good night. Fridays normally were, but everything was just falling into place for you tonight. A quick run to the mall before work had scored you some really hot new outfits and shoes. The thigh high white boots were to die for and the pale pink baby doll dress was doing amazing things for your cleavage. All the other girls were obsessed with your sexy pixie haircut and you thought that it really brought out your eyes. Especially with the pricey Tarte eye pallet that you'd splurged on. You felt so sexy and confident lately. The clients at the club were noticing too. Three private dances had already put about $500 in your money bag and the night was still young.

Wandering the floor, you notice a group of business types at one of the tables. Hoping they might be big tippers you strut towards them. The table is covered with empty shot glasses. Their laughs echo around you as they enjoy the atmosphere, and company. Your step casually falls in beat with the music as you approach the group and turn on the charm.

"Good evening gentleman. Are we celebrating tonight?" your lips ending with a small flirtatious smile.

You make eye contact with a few of them before you stop on the one closest to your right. You rest your hip on the side of his chair with purpose and elegantly drape your arm across the high back behind him. He looks up to meet your eyes with a smile that could light a stadium. His brightness is infectious and you can't help but smile back with a genuine pleasure. The laughs of the others flirting and joking is lost on you. You can't take your eyes from the beautiful face with the 1000-watt smile. His full heart shaped lips move, but you can't hear him over the loud bass.

You lean down to bring your ear closer to his mouth and he repeats himself. "I got a promotion today." He beams up at you with pure joy, "So, I'm their new boss and they think that they can buy my favor."

He gives a side eye smirk to the others and you notice a rosiness to his sharp cheekbones. You pull back and look to the other men as they all erupt with laughter. You look back and he winks up at you with a small smile.

"Well then, what are we drinking? Let's make it worth it" you say with a wink of your own as you push off the chair.

His head falls back with a howl. His laugh is contagious, like a wiper blade skipping on a dry windshield, and you giggle as you walk back to the bar for a fresh set of shots for the group. Leaning into the wood frame of the large bar you check your makeup in the mirror while chatting with the bartender, waiting for her to assemble the order. You feel a presence approach just out of site behind you and you cautiously check the mirror. His face fills the reflection in front of you. He places an unsure hand on your waist and leans in to rest his chin on your exposed shoulder. You can tell that he is trying to put on a confident front for is colleagues, but it wavers when you make eye contact with his reflection.

"Are you gonna be my chaser Doll?" he asks your reflection.

He gently nuzzles your neck just below you ear lobe as his eyes look into yours. He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you back against his chest. You narrow your light eyes at his in the reflection and grip his hands to pull them from your waist. Your hands now resting on top of his, unsure of your next move.

"I'm sure you know the rules sir?"

The bartender looks in your direction with an arched eyebrow. You slightly shake your head to let her know that you have it under control. You slowly turn in his grip and pout up at him.

"Only I can touch, remember?" you seductively slide a finger under his chin. "And it will cost you a pretty penny" you whisper against his lips before you slip from his grasp.

Grabbing the tray of drinks, you walk back to his table. His friends all hoot and cheer as you saunter towards them with the tray full of drinks. Before you put the tray down you throw a glace back over your shoulder and give him a wink and a smile. His eyes are on your hips and his tongue slides from his mouth to wet his dry lips. As you hand out the glasses, your eyes keep watch as he stalks back over to join the group. Once everyone has a shot in hand, they all raise their glasses to the sky, including Mr. World-wide Handsome, shout something loud and happy you can't quite make out, then toss them back. You smile wide at the spectacle, throwing your head back with a laugh as they joke and slam glasses down with a forceful fun.