by Erin Noelle
He gives me a quick nod of the head and a sly smile — both of which I return — before he turns his attention back to the giggling redhead, and I continue my path towards the giant angel wings adorning the top of the modern bar area. It takes me a few minutes to work my way through the crowd and reach a bartender.
“What can I get you, love?” the buxom blonde asks from behind the bar.
Sticking to the whisky theme from earlier in the night, I request, “Johnnie Walker Blue neat, please.”
She goes to pour my drink when I feel someone move up behind me. Assuming it’s only another bar patron trying to get a drink, I scoot to the side to make room for him or her without paying much attention.
“A beautiful woman that knows how to order scotch… now that’s not something you see every day,” a deep, masculine voice says in my ear.
Plastering on my best fake smile, I twist around expecting to have to get rid of some dipshit, but am pleasantly surprised to find him standing right next to me. The smug smirk on his face tells me all I need to know about how highly he thinks of himself… and how easy this is going to be. My fake smile quickly becomes my flirty, playful one; I’m really going to enjoy this.
The bartender hands me the glass, and I go through an accelerated but somewhat provocative version of my swirl, sniff, taste, and finish as he stands and watches me intently, the grin never leaving his face. I then tilt my head a little closer to him. “I not only know how to order it, but I know how to appreciate it as well.”
Cocking his head, he lets out a short laugh. “That is quite apparent. I think that may be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Subtly running my tongue across my bottom lip, I ask him teasingly, “Would you like me to do it again?”
“Absolutely, but let’s go sit down and get out of this crowd. Would you like to join me and my friends over there?”
Unsure if any of his friends were also coworkers, I decide it’s better to not meet any of them. “Actually, would you be okay if we grabbed a table alone? I’m a little apprehensive in big groups,” I say, putting on my best innocent act.
“Not a problem at all. Follow me,” he replies with a smile. He grabs my free hand without asking and leads me to one of the few open tables in the room, which thankfully is set off in a corner.
Once we’re sitting, I finally have a chance to get a good look at him. I already know his name, that he’s thirty one, he was born and raised in Virginia, graduated from Yale, and of course his occupation and marital status. He’s better looking in person than his pictures; he’s actually quite attractive with short dirty blonde hair and big brown eyes. He’s dressed in designer dark grey slacks with a light grey button-down shirt. His wedding ring has been moved to his right hand, and I have to consciously keep myself from laughing at the lame move.
“So, Miss Whisky Drinker, do you have a name?” he asks once we’re settled.
I think about using his wife’s name just to see how he’ll react, but I don’t want to scare him off. “Alexis, but most of my friends call me Lexi,” I lie.
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Lexi. I’m Daniel, but most of my friends call me Danny,” he replies. “I hope it’s okay that I’m putting myself into your friend category so soon.”
“Of course, Danny, I don’t share tables with people who aren’t my friends.”
He beams at me, his gaze moving back and forth between my face and my boobs. “What brings you to a club like this all alone? Are you meeting some friends later?”
“No, actually, I’m just in town on a business trip, and I’m staying here at the hotel. They don’t have clubs like this where I’m from in Indiana, so I thought while I was here, I’d come check it out. I love to dance.” His eyes light up when he learns that I’m not a local, obviously excited that if we do hook up, I’ll be leaving town shortly after.
“Once you finish that drink, I’d be happy to take you out on the dance floor and show you how we like to party in the city.”
We make small talk for the next fifteen or twenty minutes until I indicate that I’m ready to shake my ass. At first I act a little unsure of myself — so that he’ll “show” me how to move — but by the second song, we are grinding our bodies all over one another, both of us turning into an erotic, sweaty mess. After two more songs, I tell him that I’m ready for a break. As we walk back towards the table we were sitting at, I stop mid-stride and look up at him. There’s no point in dragging this out any longer.
“Danny, I’m already getting a bit tired, and I have an early flight tomorrow,” I say through heavy lids. “Would you like to come up to my room with me to hang out for a while or do you need to go back to your friends?”
“No, I came by myself. We all just met here. I’d love to go up with you,” he replies with a huge smile, like he’s one the pervert lottery. “You lead the way.”
Making our way out of the club, I check my phone inside my purse for the room number and then head to the elevator bank. Four floors later, we head down the hallway to the suite where Leo waits for us. I knock on the door and explain, “Sorry, I left my key in the room. My friend will let us in.”
Moments later, Leo opens the door for me and a very confused Danny. “Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize your boyfriend was here,” he stammers as he eyes Leo and tries to take a step back.
I cling tightly to his hand. “No, no… he’s not my boyfriend, and everything is fine. Paul was just leaving, weren’t you?” I say to Leo in a sugary sweet voice. I want to make sure he knows not to use my name, as I don’t want there to be any way that this can be traced back to us.
Playing along with it, he smiles and agrees. “Of course, I was just headed out for a few drinks. Please don’t rush on account of me. I’m a big boy; I can entertain myself,” he says as he lets himself out the hotel door. “See you guys later.”
Once the door closes, I turn back to Danny and smile as I walk towards him. “Sorry about that, but now that he’s gone, let’s get you a little more comfortable.” Standing just inches from him, I reach up to his shirt and slowly begin unbuttoning it. Seconds later, it slides off of his shoulders and hits the floor. I then make quick work of his belt, pants, and boxers, and they fall to the floor. Kneeling down in front of him, still fully dressed myself, I help him step out of his shoes and his pants. He’s allowing me to control the entire situation without saying a word, which works just perfect for me.
I look up at him and notice that his cock is already hard without me having even touched him. Chuckling to myself, I stand up, allowing my body to brush up against his shaft as I do, and look him dead in the eye. “What would you like me to do to you, Danny?” I ask.
The poor guy can barely speak. “Everything,” he chokes out.
Smirking, I lean forward and kiss him softly, yet seductively, sucking gently on his lip as I pull away. “Your wish is my command.”
I take one step back from him, so that he can see my body completely, and unzip my dress. The pink fabric slides down my slender body, pooling at my heels, and his jaw drops open as he gapes at me standing in my lingerie and heels. I grin and tilt my head, “It’s your lucky night, Mr. Saunders,” I tease. I fail to mention it’s a night of bad luck. He can only nod his head. “Get up on the bed, in the center with your back leaning against the headboard.” Obeying my command, he quickly scrambles onto the bed and sits, waiting for me.
I kick my heels off and begin the routine that I now have mastered — dancing on the bed… doing a seductive strip tease… allowing him to grope me… stroking his erection a bit… then breaking out the blindfold and cuffs. At this point he’s so horny and worked up, he’ll agree to almost anything, just as long as he thinks that he’s going to get to come either in me or on me.
Once I have him securely restrained to the bed, I text Leo to come knock on the door. I jump up when I hear the rapping and him call out “Room service,” and pretend I’m telling someone that they have the wrong room, as I let him in
the room and hand him my camera. I rejoin Danny on the bed, silently instructing Leo to take pictures of me posing with him in all sorts of positions. Luckily, he has his fraternity symbols tattooed on his shoulder, so there will be no question of his identity despite the blindfold. Danny is still unaware that Leo is with us, so I unhook one of his hands to allow him to touch me. I’m afraid that if he’s completely bound in the photos, he could say he was drugged and taken advantage of; I want it to be apparent that he’s a willing participant in this.
Leo continues to silently snap away as I suck Danny’s cock and he violently finger fucks me; then I move to where we are in the sixty-nine position, and allow him to delve his tongue into my sweet cunt. When I feel confident that we’ve got enough pictures, I tell Danny that I’m going to cuff his free hand again so that I can ride him until he explodes. Once he’s re-cuffed, I hurriedly put my clothes back on. Just before we exit the room, I say, “Sorry, Danny-boy, I gotta run. Tell your wife, Claudia, I said hello.” As the door closes behind us, I hear him calling out, “Wait! Where are you going? Get back here, you bitch! Who you are?”
Leo and I make our way down to the lobby in no hurry, as to not bring attention to ourselves. I don’t even bother letting anyone know he’s in there; someone will find him eventually. After we’re securely in the car and on our way back to my place, he turns around and looks at me sternly.
“I know who that was, Kat,” he says disapprovingly. “You play with fire and you’re gonna get burned.”
“I know what I’m doing, Leo. Don’t get involved,” I reply with exasperation. “The less you know, the better. All I need is for you to do what I tell you, and if anything ever happens, you won’t be accountable for anything.”
“I’m going to say it again. Let the past be the past. Move on, be the better person. I know what he did — what he took away from you — but he’s not worth spending your life in jail.”
I ponder his words for a moment before I respond. “No, but she was. And I have to do this for her. Please don’t be mad at me, you’re all that I have left.” He sighs, but says nothing else for the rest of the ride.
Once we get in the apartment, I swiftly strip out of my clothes, leaving the discarded garments on the floor as I lead Leo into the kitchen. I hop up to sit on the granite island top and motion for him to stand in front of me. Leaning back on my elbows, I bring my feet up to the surface and open my knees to give him a full view of my hairless pink pussy lips. I can feel how wet I am from the earlier events in the night combined with the anticipation of his mouth on me. He’s either over our disagreement in the car or has accepted the fact it’s an argument that he’ll never win, and he loves me too much to stay mad at me long. Lifting his eyebrows to ask permission to begin, I nod eagerly as I suck my bottom lip in.
“Wait,” I say, stopping him. “I want you naked too. It’s been way too long since I’ve seen your beautiful body.”
His lips unfurl in a lopsided grin as he begins to disrobe. First, he removes his already loosened tie from around his neck and sets in on the counter next to me. He then steps out of his shoes, as he unbuttons the dress shirt. The shirt comes off, followed by the slacks and boxers, until he is standing in front of me, as gorgeous as a male model, ready to worship my body.
“That’s much better,” I proclaim.
Then, as he does nearly every night of the week, he brings me complete ecstasy as his hands and mouth devour my body. He doesn’t stop until I am completely satisfied and exhausted, and he then carries me to my bed, tucking me in and kissing me on my forehead.
“Goodnight, Leo. Thank you for taking care of me and everything else tonight,” I mumble sleepily.
“Yes ma’am, Miss Kat. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
And he disappears.
Despite my better judgment, I agree to go out to eat with Lauren on Wednesday evening. I figure it’s best to get it over with sooner rather than later so that I don’t have to listen to her talking about it every day at work. We’re meeting at seven o’clock at Extra Fancy in Brooklyn — a restaurant of her choosing — and I’m trying to figure out what to wear. At lunch today, she made me promise to wear my hair down and not “dress like a teacher.” I couldn’t help but laugh out loud when she said that, quipping back with, “But I am a teacher.”
I try on several different outfits before I settle on a lavender sweater with black leggings and black knee high boots. I really don’t want to put make-up on and fix my hair, but I apply a little mascara and lip gloss to appease my friend, as well as allowing my straight, long blonde hair to cascade down my back. Leaving about forty five minutes before our set meeting time, I take off from my apartment and head towards the subway.
At just a little after seven, I walk through the door of the red-bricked Williamsburg bar and eatery and look around for Lauren. The place is quite busy, but I immediately recognize her curly auburn hair sitting up at the bar that lines the left wall of the room. I make my way over to her, chuckling to myself that she’s already engaged in a friendly conversation with the guy sitting on her right, and grab the empty barstool on the opposite side.
She feels my presence as I sit down and twists around to say, “I’m sorry, I’m saving that… Oh, Trina, you came!!” Her sweet voice turns into a scream once she sees my face, and she jumps off her stool to engulf me in a hug. Taking a step back, she scans my body up and down, taking in my entire appearance. “You look beautiful! I knew you would!”
Feigning hurt feelings, I frown and reply, “Are you saying that I’m not beautiful every day?”
“No, of course not! I’ve just never seen you with your hair down and make up on,” she exclaims as she climbs back onto her seat.
Once we’re both situated comfortably, she introduces me to the guy she was talking to and we exchange small talk for a few minutes before he leaves to meet his friends at a table. The bartender finally makes his way over to where we’re sitting and I ask for a draft beer. Not even thinking about it when he asks for my ID, I take it out of my wallet and slide it over to him. As he slides it back towards me, Lauren intercepts it to look at my picture.
She looks at it and then up at me and then back down at the photo. I cringe knowing that she’s reading the information on it and I feel my protective wall crumbling around me. I knew there was a reason I never wanted to do this! I haven’t been here five minutes and already the questions are going to start.
“Why aren’t you wearing glasses in this picture?” she asks with a confused look on her face.
“I was wearing contacts that day,” I reply, hoping she’s not paying too much attention to the actual data that indicates I have no restrictions.
She looks up at me and cocks her head. “Why don’t you wear contacts any other day?”
“They irritate my eyes, and honestly, I just prefer glasses.”
Looking back down at the license, she murmurs, “You are more than beautiful, Trina. You’re stunning. Why do you try so hard to make yourself frumpy and unnoticeable?”
I sigh in relief, thankful she’s just focused on the actual photo. “I’ve had a rough past, Lauren, that I’d really rather not discuss. It brings up bad memories,” I say softly. “I prefer my life this way, so please stop asking questions. I agreed to come out to dinner with you, which is way outside of my comfort zone, so can’t you just be happy with that for now?”
A tinge of remorse sweeps across her face as she goes to hand the card back to me; however, just before I take it from her hands, she snatches it back. “Wait! You live at Central Park West?!?” she yelps. Her eyes find mine and the look of confusion has now turned to intrigue. She leans into me and hisses, “You’re crazy rich aren’t you? What the hell, Trina? Who are you?”
My heart is pounding, my teeth are clenched, and it feels as if a volcano has erupted in my stomach. I want to get up and walk out of the restaurant, but I know that will only make me look more suspicious and her questions will be waiting for me at work tomorrow. “
It’s not polite to ask people about their financial situation,” I retort sharply as I pluck the license from her fingers.
After putting it safely away in my wallet, I look dead into her eyes. “I like you a lot, Lauren. As a matter of fact you’re my only female friend. The fact that I’m even here with you speaks volumes. I know you don’t understand why I am the way I am, and I don’t expect you to, but until I’m ready to tell you about my past, please do not ask me questions about it or try to play detective and figure things out on your own.” I pause for a moment and smile softly at her. “I’m not trying to be a bitch, but my privacy is very important to me. I’m asking you as a friend to respect that. I don’t want this to be the last dinner we have together, okay?”
She nods understandingly and returns the smile. “I’m sorry for making it a big deal, I just would have never guessed, and I really would like to be friends. I promise not to push.”
“Thank you so much,” I reply. “And please don’t tell anyone what you know.”
“Don’t tell anyone what?” a familiar male voice asks from behind me.
Spinning around hastily, my eyes confirm my suspicion of who has joined us. Lucca and his damn different colored eyes that haunt my dreams is standing there, looking sexier than I remember from just a few hours prior, dressed in a fitted gray thermal top with baggy jeans, black Doc Marten’s on his feet, and a blue Mets cap on his head. The devilish smirk on his face tells me that he knows he looks good too, which irritates me even more.
“What are you doing here?” I snap. “How did you know?” I answer my own question before I even get the whole thing out. Whipping my head around to Lauren, I glare at her. “Why?”
“Please don’t get mad, Trina,” she begs. “I just wanted a fun evening with some friends from work. I thought you’d feel better if there was a group of us. Plus, Lucca can block any guys that try to hit on us.” She smiles as she says the last sentence, obviously proud of herself for just coming up with that lame reason.
