This chick moves with absolute confidence. It's like she parts the crowd with her attitude. People seem to move out of her way as she glides straight toward me. I can tell from her toned, tan arms that she's in great shape. She’s solid--not skinny, or fragile. I like a girl with meat on her bones, and this girl has it stacked in all the right places.
I sip my drink and watch her walk, noting her defined quads beneath a tight, black tank dress. When she stands in front of me, she's almost as tall as I am, which throws me a bit, because the women I fuck are usually so short it's hard for me to do them standing up. This chick is in heels, but I'd guess she's 5'10" in her bare feet. I run a hand through my hair and decide she will be just the right size for just about anything.
She holds eye contact with me as the bartender asks what she wants. Not moving those liquid brown eyes an inch, she says, "I'll take whatever he's having."
I give her my best smile, the one with two dimples, and tell the guy to stick it on my tab. This is going to be interesting. I raise my glass to her and say, "What should we drink to?"
She frowns, thinking about it, and says, "The Steel City and new adventures." We clink glasses and she downs the shot. No salt, no chaser. Just belts it down and doesn't even cough. She's used to good tequila I guess.
I realize that she's not here with anyone, which is unusual. Chicks usually move around in groups to ward off jerks like me who just want to fuck them. "You're here alone," I say, eyebrow raised.
"No," she says, signaling to the bar tender for another shot. "I'm here with you." And damned if that doesn't make me hard in an instant.
We spend another few minutes in a weird sort of silence that isn't quite awkward, but not quite comfortable, either. This chick doesn't do small talk. She also seems to have no idea who I am, which is unusual in a club like this. A lot of the pro athletes in Pittsburgh come here to unwind. I can see a few football players surrounded by women on the dance floor and over on couches in the VIP area. Hell, a few of my new teammates nod at me as they head off to dark corners with a scantily clad woman on each arm.
"So," I start to ask, touching her arm. She doesn't bristle or move away, but she doesn't lean into me, either. "You wanna dance?"
She shakes her head and grabs my hand. "What I want is for you to take me someplace private and fuck me."
My eyes go wide and I look around. Is this chick for real? I mean, I'm totally down to fuck, but I don't usually get offers like that. I have to work a bit harder, even with the puck bunnies. Most of them want a little dancing first, at least. Some sort of pretense that we're not going to just go screw our brains out and then part ways. There's something really different about this girl, but I don't think she's drunk.
She doesn't seem high. "What gives, sweetheart? Are you for real?"
Her eyes flash and I can tell she's fired up about something. "I'm as real as they come. Now are you going to fuck me or should I find someone else to do the job?"
Hm, so she wants an angry fuck, I think. Well, if it's got to be somebody, it might as well be me, I decide. I pull her hand and walk toward the VIP bathrooms. I tip my chin toward the bouncer standing discreetly in the shadows as I push open the door. The bathrooms here are singles, each one a separate room with a door that locks. Habitual chivalry kicks in and I hold the door open for…shit, I don't even know her name.
She walks in ahead of me and as I close the door, she crashes against my chest. Her mouth is on fire against mine, pleading and desperate. I sink my teeth into her plump lower lip and I love the tortured little moan that escapes her throat. I twist the lock on the door and get to work with Jane Doe, sliding one hand along her ass and bringing the other slowly up to cup her tits.
Her body is firm and muscled. I love the feel of her against me, those thick thighs wrapped around my leg. She opens her eyes and I think I see a flicker of doubt, but then I start circling her nipple with my thumb and her face melts into pleasure. "You like that?" I keep my voice low and she nods as I tweak her nipple into a firm peak. I like watching this chick respond to my touch. I dip my head to suck on her breast, my tongue soaking the fabric of her thin dress. She thrusts her hips against me, her hands digging into my shoulders as I go to work on her chest.
God, even her tits are firm. What the hell does this chick do to work out? I shake my head a bit to resume focus and then move a hand down her chest, rubbing her pussy through her dress. Everything about her body is so firm, and I fucking love that, but what I really like is how she's so into this. She seemed really angry back at the bar, but I can tell she is as turned on right now as I am. I can feel the heat of her arousal, the damp cloth of her dress as I press my finger against her slit. I can hear her breathing fast as I begin to slowly, slowly circle her clit with my thumb, but I see in her eyes that her mind is wandering. No fucking way is she going to think about something else while she's fucking me. I'm going to be the only thing she can think about. I'm going to take over her mind as I make her body explode with pleasure. I move one hand to lift her skirt. I slide a hand between those hot thighs that she spreads wide, straddling my leg. My fingers reach her slit and--"Holy fuck, baby. No panties?"
She looks me in the eye again, those dark eyes almost black, her pupils are so dilated. She slides her hand down my chest toward my cock and says, "I told you. I came here to fuck." She struggles with my belt, trying to get my pants down in a hurry.
"Easy now, beautiful." I take her wrists in one hand and spin us so she's pressed against the white tile wall. "See that mirror over my shoulder?" She nods and I start to stroke her clit. She is sopping wet, slick with arousal. "I want you to watch yourself come on my hand, and then you're going to come on my cock." I slip a finger inside her, then another. She's into it, and it's making me very, very hard as I pump my hand in and out of her body. But soon I feel her attention drift again. Fuck that. When her eyes lose focus again I kiss her, pulling back to say, "Eyes on me, then. I'm going to watch you come."