"Don't I know you from somewhere?" Michael smirks, looking me up and down. I turn to him.
"No, I don't think so. Unless you're ever been to The Deja Vu. You know, the strip club? I have to strip to support my two teenage sons. Yeah, I know I don't look old enough to have two teenage sons, everyone says that. I'll let you in on a little secret though. They're my brothers." I lean towards him as I whisper the last part.
Michael groans. "Come on, babe," he says, throwing his head back, and I giggle. "Do it right."
"Okay, okay." I give in. Michael, my boyfriend, wanted to play a weird game where we pretended to be strangers and he'd pick me up in a bar and take me back to his place for a one night stand. It was hot, actually, but I wanted to mess with him. It's more fun that way. "One more time."
I watch his ass as he walks away, and I slowly turn back to the counter, picking up my drink. I take a small sip and get into character as I wait for him to approach me again.
"Hey, baby, did you sit on a pile of sugar? Cause you've got a sweet ass!" Michael says, and I choke on my drink, laughing at the pick up line.
"What now?" he frowns.
"I'm sorry, I just- that was funny." I'm still laughing as I grab a napkin and wipe the liquid off of my cleavage, where most of it had ended up. "I can control myself, I swear. Just give me one more chance."
Michael looks doubtful.
"I'm ready," I promise.
"Okay," he says, walking away. A minute later he walks up to me again, but says nothing. I take another sip, waiting, but all he does is stare at me.
"Yes? May I help you?" I ask, turning to him.
"Let's play Titanic," he says.
"What's that?" I ask him.
"You be the iceberg, and I'll go down."
"Okay, that was smooth as fuck. Let's go." I grab my purse and take his hand, leading him out of the bar. He doesn't live too far away, just three blocks. Once we get there, he's immediately kissing me, his hands roaming my body. He pulls me toward his bedroom, shutting the door and moving me against it.
His hands move down my short dress, feeling the material before going to the back and unzipping it. His tongue explores my mouth as his hands pull the straps of the dress off of my shoulders. He then pulls the dress completely off of me and lets it fall onto the floor.
"Not wearing any underwear, you naughty girl," he mumbles, kissing down my neck as his hands grab at my waist, my thighs, my breasts. "You were hoping to get lucky tonight."
I reply with a breathless little moan, feeling his mouth moving down my collar bone to my breasts, leaving a trail of hot kisses in its wake.
"You taste like vodka," he says against my skin.
"Is that a good thing?" I ask.
"Always."
He pulls me over to the bed, pushing me gently down onto it and removing his shirt. I run my hands down his stomach, then unbuckle his belt.
"Are you gonna suck me off like the dirty little whore you are?" He asks, looking down at me with his gorgeous green eyes.
"I thought you were the one who's supposed to be going down on me?" I smirk.
"Oh, I will, baby. But first, you gotta make me feel good."
"I'm gonna make you feel so good." I yank his jeans down, pleased to see that he's already hard. I slide his boxers down and pull out his cock, staring up at him. I smirk, then lick the tip before taking him into my mouth. My hand pumps slightly as I bob my head, sucking him off. I want to make him moan. I want to make him moan my name.
