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Not far from where I was dancing, a hand grabbed my wrist and pulled me away from my destination. I am pulled into the hard chest of a man, and he reaches his other hand up and places it under my chin to lift my head. "Hey beautiful, I saw you on the dance floor and had hoped I could get a moment to speak with you."
It takes me a second to realize who is holding me close. And the second it registers, it is him; my blood begins to heat. "You?" I said as I tried to take a step back. I should probably run, but other thoughts were running through my mind.
"Please don't run. I don't want to chase you." He said as he caressed my cheek. "You know, the whole time I was fucking her, I had imagined you in that bed with me." My heart rate began to pound as the realization hit me that he recognized me without the wig.
"How did you know that was me?" I couldn't deny it. One thing I was was a terrible liar. "And why are you here." Though I knew I should have been scared, freaked out, and worried, and trust me, I was all those things. Part of me was also incredibly turned on, especially when I thought of everything I had watched him do earlier this evening. "And where is your wife?" That woman had to be someone to him; she had been with him less than two hours ago.
"Is that really what you want right now? To know the answers to those questions?" He asked as he pulled me closer and lowered his mouth to my ear. "Or can I help you with something else right now, and we can talk about the details later."
Chapter 3
Closer
His hand rubbed between my legs as his tongue explored my neck right below my ear. I was looking for a release tonight, be it with someone or with myself, and this sexy, sinfully delicious man was causing my body to experience all kinds of feelings. We moved with the music in the shadows. He held me with one arm to keep me close to him. His other hand played with the waistband of my jeans before slipping between them and my flesh.
I worried that someone might see us for a few seconds, but then one of his fingers slipped into my center. He shuttered as his finger glided back and forth, slick with the evidence of my arousal. I adjusted myself to help guide him to that spot that would cause me to shatter. "Oh fuck." he growled, "Is this how wet you have been since I left you this evening, beautiful?" He asked as he found my clit and placed just the right amount of pressure on it to make me cry out.
Before any real noise could escape, he covered my mouth with his in an intense kiss. His finger continued to work me, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. As my climax neared, I ground myself in an attempt to make the release come sooner. Then, just as I was about to explode, his hand stilled; he nipped at my earlobe and whispered, "One of these nights, I am going to tear this pussy up just like you watched me do to someone else this evening. But it won't be tonight. Tonight is just for you." Then he began to stroke me with a skill I wasn't sure a man could possess. I wasn't sure if his fingers brought me over the edge or the promise he had made, but I shattered right there into a thousand tiny shards.
My knees went weak, but he held me up with his hand, still pulling the orgasm from me. Once I was back in my own body, I looked up at his face. His brown eyes were shadowed and appeared almost black. He wore a feral smile that reminded me of Sylvester the Cat as he realized that Tweety bird was within his grasp.
"That, my love, is just a taste of the things I will do for you," my stranger said as he removed his hand from my jeans and placed the two fingers that caused my out-of-body experience in his mouth. Now that was even hotter than what happened, and I was ready to go again. But instead, I raised my arms and gripped his shirt at his shoulders. He appeared to savor the flavor, slowly removing his fingers from his mouth and then licking their tips. "Peaches..." he said with a moan, then licked his lips as if to savor every drop he pulled from me.
"I will tell you when it is time for you and me to play again, but I think I may just like having you watch." He said, then he kissed me deep and hard. I didn't want him to stop. I didn't want him to pull away from me. My hands had never left his body but moved up and wrapped around his neck. We kissed for several moments, and then he turned me so my back was against the wall. He slowly pulled away from me, smiled, and headed into the crowd. I stood there, unable to move, barely able to stand, watching him disappear.
I needed to sit, so I headed to the bathroom with an entirely different purpose this time. Once in a stall, I sat on the toilet and breathed for about thirty seconds. Had that just happened? Did I let some client who found me at a club finger-bang me while the DJ played High on Me by Saliva? Though there was a twinge of fear in the back of my mind, I could not get over the fact that he not only rocked my world but shattered it. I pulled out my phone and sent a message to Jennifer. I needed to get out of here.
Me: I am going to send for an Uber. If you want a ride, meet me out front in 10 minutes.
Jennifer: I am good. Found me a cowboy for the evening. I think we may make it to the Rodeo ;)
I knew what that meant. It sounded like Jennifer found herself a friend for the night.
Me: Be safe and text me when you get home.
Jennifer: I will be, and I always do.
I was always happy for Jennifer when she could experience the pleasure of sex on her terms and not as a business agreement. However, I often worried for her. If I were on her side of the trade, I would be less inclined to have fun on my own, but that has not been the case for her.
I ordered my Uber and headed outside to catch my ride. I kept looking at people in the street to see if he was still near. Was he watching me? If so, that would not only be creepy as hell but hot as fuck too. When my phone alerted me that my Uber had arrived, I verified that I had the right vehicle by checking the license plate and shooting Jennifer a quick picture of it. I've never had an issue with an Uber driver, but it was always best to be safe.
Inside the vehicle, I thought of my mystery man. Was this a chance meeting at the club, or had he been following me? I will pray for a chance meeting because I don't know if I can handle the implications of having my own personal stalker. Unfortunately, the run-in at the club kept replaying in my head, and I could not break the loop. Eventually, I caught myself in such a daze that I was getting ready to play with myself in the back of the Uber.
I shook my head and rolled down the window while being grateful that my Uber drive was one of those quiet ones. He kept his eyes on the road and didn't try to initiate a conversation. I had just enough alcohol on board that I would have been talkative, and no matter what, I am sure he didn't want to hear about my evening.
Once home, I lay in my bed thinking of him. I replayed the memories of watching him with that woman. The way she moaned as he satisfied her. The look on his face when he released. The way his muscle moved when he moved. Then I replayed the scene at the club. The feel of his breath against my neck. The way he brought me to the edge stopped and then threw me off of it. How exhilarating it was to shatter with so many people who could have been watching. The way I watch people. I played with myself doing my best to imagine it was him. Wishing it was him.
I had always wondered why people paid so well for me to sit there and watch them experience their most intimate moments. And within three minutes in a dark corner of a club, I knew why. So when I return to work tomorrow night, I will better appreciate what my clients are paying for.
But what I didn't know was his name.
Chapter 4
Killer Queen
Ioriginally had one set of clients on the books for the night, but when I woke, I had a message from Marilyn telling me that she had added another client. No special costume requests, though, so I could dress as I wished. I choose a pair of black leather pants, a black cami with a loosely knit gray sweater, and a pair of silver flats. When I arrived at the condo, Jennifer was already there, sitting at the kitchen table, having a cup of coffee and reading a book.
She must have been engrossed in the book because she did not look up when I entered the room. "Did you have fun last night?" I asked, breaking her concentration and scaring her enough to cause her to jump.
