11pm in a crowded nightclub. The music tingles and fuses with my psyche as I bob my head in time, my wavy brown locks floating up and down, somehow staying in place.
It's pretty dark down here, aside from the bright flashes of light coming from the dance floor nearby.
I run a hand down my rum and coke, the condensation around the edge of the glass a small reprieve from the heat of the hundred or so warm bodies pressing together in the underground facility.
I look over, and stare out into the crowd disinterestedly, waiting for my disorganized tinder date to show up half an hour late. The sea of people feels similarly distracted, moving around me like the waste of time that the night is beginning to feel like.
A cute girl walks past, sporting long golden-streaked sandy blonde hair, and a whiff of orchid perfume temporarily commands my attention. My eyes widen as I stare at her.
A tinge of purple eye shadow accentuates two sky blue eyes, with well-fleeked eyebrows and high, elegant cheekbones. She wears light pink lipstick over an impish grin on her face, that says this place is her hunting ground, her expression showing an ease and comfort gained from many hours spent in this haunt - it is hers.
My eyes drift down her neck (noting a discoloured patch on the left side - girl has been busy of late!) to the cute, low-cut lilac one piece dress she wears. A hint of a strap betraying a well cut bra, black, with white flower prints, shaping her ample breasts to the point where they seem so perky as to have a mind of their own.
The dress (adorned as it is with tiny palm trees) hugs and shows off the bold curve of her waist, ending halfway down her thigh. Black fishnet stockings she wears emphasise long, athletic legs. The look is completed with a pair of cute one-inch heels.
I follow her trajectory for a moment, checking to see if anyone is with her, but it doesn't appear that way - and the other denizens of this place have clearly also noticed.
I see a man, five foot sevenish, unkempt red shirt, messy red hair, early 20's, and positively reeking of cheap deodorant and liquid courage step in front of her to block her way. Attractive enough, in a basic bitch kinda way, I suppose.
"Hey, princess, you been here long?" he asks, his low, raspy voice making no attempt to disguise that he certainly has been.
She turns to the bar, and I see her roll her eyes as she ignores him. Mistake, girly, those “Richard” types don't ever appreciate not being given the time of day… I think to myself.
My observation proves correct as the Richard (I never bother to learn their actual names, because trust me, if you've ever been to a nightclub before, you've met more Richards than you can count) frowns, a dark look forming on his half-cut face. He looks her up and down, and licks his lips as he sidles in closer, getting into her personal space as he places one sweaty paw on her shoulder.
"Haven't been ignored by a woman as pretty as you for some time…" the Richard says, smiling in a clearly intended-as-charming-but-actually-just-leery kind of way as he checks her out.
She turns to stare at him, and smiles sweetly at him.
"Not sure why you didn't get the hint the first time, but...fuck off and stop pretending you're on my level, dickhead…" she says, enunciating each word carefully, like the verbal equivalent of drawing it in crayon for him. Her voice is...youthful, rich and vibrant like a new sunflower harvest and...well, certainly matching her colorful vocabulary. She’s probably, what, 20, in her second or year of uni?
The Richard's eyes flash with anger for a moment, as his nostrils flare.
"What, you think you're better than me? Fuck you, slut, youre not worth my time…" the Richard snarls petulantly, taking one more almost mournful look at her tits before slinking off into the crowd.
She rolls her eyes again, and sighs. Then she looks over directly at me. I have no time to hide my expression, the smirk on my face obvious as she looks at me, and she raises an eyebrow quizzically.
All attempts at subtlety gone, I smile at her and raise my glass, downing it in one draught. I feel the heat in my stomach from the liquor, sending a warm burst up through my chest as it seeps into me.
She smiles a wide grin, her pearly white teeth sparkling under the club lighting.
She orders three shots, and sits down next to me at the small table I'm currently occupying, an empty cider bottle and downed glass next to me.
I pause, wondering what I should say. She stares at me expectantly, her sapphire eyes glimmering with amusement.
"Do you often sit at the tables of random strangers after brushing off nobodies with the disinterested force of a Greek goddess?" I asked, a small smile forming on my face, replacing the smugness.
She says nothing, and downs one of the shots, (a...slippery nipple?) as I cock my head to one side, an expression of confusion crossing my face.
She continues to stare at me, a small smile playing over her.
"Was that the wrong question to ask?" I mutter, half to myself.
Her smile widens, and she nods.
A game? She's playing an 'ask the right questions' game with a person she's only just met? Is she sane? Well, fine, I'll play, lady, but with my rules.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see the Richard glaring at me. Aww, he feels like he just got cucked by a stranger, that's cute.
I stare at her, and snicker. Her lip slants slightly and her brow furrows. I lean over to her, my head inches from hers.
"Okay, mystery girl, I'll play your game, but not by your rules." I say into her ear. "I'll be right back."
My useless tinder date can go fuck herself, I think as I turn my phone to silent. I quickly return with three shots of my own, and sit on the opposite side of the table to her. Lime juice and cointreau may be a little bit elitist-sounding, but it’s sweet and delicious, and one of my favourite shots. She inspects my shots for a moment and nods, her hand smoothing over the hem of her dress. I gesture at my shots as I speak.
"The game is called “truth for truth”. A question gets asked that has to be answered honestly - but only if the question is of interest. If it isn't, drink a shot. The same goes for if the answer is boring. The first to run out of shots gets to make one request of the other. As you can see, I'll be playing by the same rules."
Her eyes darken for a moment in thought. Then, a cheeky grin suffuses her face, and she nods.
I smile, and watch her eyes sparkle with delight. I notice her posture’s changed. She’s leaning in more, relaxing more, and wiggling her hips slightly from side to side on her stool. She’s game as hell.
I take a deep breath, and place my arms on either side of the table with my palms showing as I stare at her, waiting for her to speak. Let’s see what her first question will be.
“What...did you first notice about me when you saw me for the first time?” she asks, looking me in the eyes. I smile. An easy question - she wants me to flatter her. Well, I’m not interested in the question, but I am interested enough in what her reaction will be when I answer.
“Your orchid fragrance, impeccably applied eyeliner, and those eyes of yours, glittering like a perfectly cloudless day.” I reply, not breaking eye contact.
Her brow furrows again, and she jerks her head slightly to the side and leans out a little, all sure signs of confusion. Good, she wasn’t expecting that. She probably thought I’d slip in a comment about her legs or tits. Too bad.
Before she recovers, I ask my next question. “You thought I was going to comment on your ass, legs, or tits when you asked that question, didn’t you.”
Her eyes widen a little and her mouth drops open a little. She looks up and to the left above my head. Wow. She’s really thinking about lying, this early? Gawd, she really needs to stop giving such obvious tells. But I guess she doesn’t need to worry about that when she’s not the one in the hot seat, huh. My mouth curves upward into a sardonic smile and I raise an eyebrow at her.
She blushes, and cranes her neck, looking down at the table for a moment.
“Yeah, I did, actually. How did you know?” she muttered, trying unsuccessfully to hide the sullenness in her voice. She’s used to being in control, but that question flipped the ***********, didn’t it?
I chuckle. “You’re pretty easy to read, in case you haven’t already figured that one out, lady.” I replied matter-of-factly. Her face darkened and she frowned again, her shoulders stiffening. Shit. Too smug. Tone it the fuck down or you’re going to get punched in the dick. Again.
I raised my hands and held them up in surrender. “Hey, look, my apologies, it wasn’t my intent to piss you off - sometimes I forget that there is telling the truth and then there is being an asshole, and I blur that line a bit too much sometimes.”
She blinks for a moment, then snaps her head back up to look me in the eyes. She chews her bottom lip as she turns the answer over in her head. Her posture softens and she clasps her hands tightly together and places them on the table as her shoulders relax.
Nerves. Okay, that’s an improvement. Nervousness I can use. She’s probably starting to realise that she’s picked a more interesting person to play this game with than she thought. I snap out of it and look at her as I prepare my next question.
“Do you use this game of yours as a means to determine if you’re attracted to a person you’ve just met?” I ask, placing my hands flat onto the table.
“Yes, absolutely. If they ask me too many lazy or boring questions, they’re out of time, because that’s one thing I don’t like wasting on losers.” she replies, the insolent edge in her voice a sure sign that people don’t win her version of the game often. I nod.
“Get the boring shit out of the way now. Tell me who you are, where you work, and what your hobbies are in ten words or less.” she says, leaning in to look at me. I sneak a look at the inviting crevasse splitting her dress, and drink in her flawless cleavage. Damn, fuck, those breasts are perfect - firm, shapely, and ample.
I flick my eyes back up to her face, but the indulgent smile on her face tells me she noticed. Eh, it’s not like she’s been trying to distract me with those things THE ENTIRE TIME or anything, and I’m only human. Anyone would stare if given the chance. I see a flicker of movement in the corner of my eye, and notice that same fucking Richard slinking onto one of the nearby tables. Gawd, crayon wasn’t a clear enough message, Dick?
I snap back to the conversation, and my answer. Ten words or less, eh. Good, she understands that will keep me from drinking at least.
“Jonathan. 34. Government. Gamer. Also,” I reply, waggling my eyebrows at her, “participates in the kink scene.” I spread my arms back onto the table, palms upward, and lean foward, watching her like a hawk.
Her eye twitch as sweep up and down my profile. Six foot three, thick build, red tie, white business shirt (sleeves rolled up), fitted grey business pants, black shoes, stylish glasses. Literally nothing out of the ordinary, except perhaps for the twinkling dark brown eyes.
I take a breath. This is it, I find out if she’s worth MY time with this question.
“What sex acts have you dabbled in, that society would frown upon?”
Her hands shake for a moment, as she clasps them tighter. She stares in disbelief at the audacity of my question, searching my face to figure out if I am serious before blushing furiously and looking down at the table.
“I’m serious, that’s my question.” I murmur to her. Bah, have I overplayed my hand? Is this just another girl biting off more than she can chew? My hand moves toward my first shot as I prepare to drink.
She looks up, and I am startled by the heat in her eyes. She looks at me, and licks her lips. She’s hungry. She was only playing this game to make herself feel superior by dropping a few shots while confusing the fuck out of some random dude - and now, this. She likes the uncertainty, the way she has to fight for control in this game, huh?
“Yes, I like things that...society...would definitely frown upon.” she murmurs demurely. “I like...to be physically and mentally overpowered and to be used for the pleasure of others…” Each word causes an involuntary twitch in my pants.
This time, I am the one whose mouth flaps open, as I process what she has just said. Holy fuck, did she just...say that to a stranger she just met?
She smiles a small, secretive smile to herself, as she looks up at my face and realises I’m not repulsed or disgusted by her admission.
I look up, and I notice that the Richard, at the next table, is staring directly at her, and in the classiest act of almost any Richard I’ve ever seen, is touching himself over his pants. I roll my eyes. Fuckin’ fine, Richard, you earned it.
She looks at me quizzically. “What?” she asks.
“Someone needs a reality check…” I reply, rolling my eyes. “I’ll be right back.”
I get up from the table and wander over to stand between her and the dick-touching dick. I clasp my hands behind my back and pretend I’m looking elsewhere, and then my head exaggeratedly snaps straight to looking in the Richard’s direction.
“Richard, did your fucking family not teach you that it’s...rude to touch yourself in public places?” I say quietly, punctuating the accusation by slamming my fist onto the Richard’s table. He looks up at me, sneering.
“Get out of my way, you fat piece of shit, she’s never going to be interested in you.” he says, a shit-eating grin on his face. I smile pleasantly back at him.
“Oh, really?” I shoot back. “Looks like it’s time for a humility lesson, Dick.”
His lip curls. “The fuck do you know my name, cunt?”
I almost burst out laughing. A LITERAL RICHARD, OH MY GOD. The struggle to keep my game face on is real, but eventually, my desire to style on him wins over my desire to collapse in fits of laughter.
I take a step backwards, to where she is sitting, watching, a look of undisguised loathing on her face as she murders Richard the Richard in her mind’s eye, repeatedly.
I lean over and whisper something in her ear. A predatory grin flashes over her face and she nods. I feel my cock harden in my pants.
My hand shoots out to grab a handful of her sandy blonde hair, the golden highlights flashing in the light. I pull upwards, forcing her clumsily to her feet. I twist her around to face me. I stare into her eyes. Desire is plastered all over her, leaving me with no doubt that she is in my power. The feeling is...indescribable.
I look over at Dick Richard Dickens, and flip him off with my other hand, right before the scent of orchids assail my nostrils as she pushes against my chest and kisses me.
Perhaps “kiss” is not the right word here, dear reader. She forces herself onto my mouth, devouring my tongue hungrily as she fucks my lips, hard. I return the gesture, kissing her soft, luscious face, and bite down, harder, on her lower lip.
As we separate, a trickle of blood runs down her chin. She breathes heavily, looking a little faint, as if she’s just run a marathon. She grins, a fearsome grin of sunshine that tells everyone looking that she has just gotten exactly what she wants.
I glance over at Richard and look him in the eye. The crestfallen look on his face is priceless, as he breaks eye contact and furiously looks down, as he studiously studies his fingernail, taking the loss like...well, surprisingly well for a Richard.
I turn back to her, and see her waiting patiently but expectantly at me. Her thighs rub together as I again see that little wiggle of the hips, the one that betrays the fun that she is having. I salute the fallen Richard and turn away, already forgetting about him and the shots, as I feel my hand at home on her neck, a handful of her hair ensuring that she doesn’t try to run. Not that she would want to escape, but I wouldn’t put it past her to run solely for the purpose of discovering what I’d do to her when I caught her.
Fun as that would be, I really don’t have time for that shit. With one hand, I call an uber as we sweep out of the underground bar. Hmm. Three missed messages from my tinder date. Well, screw her. She told me to be on time then made me wait? Her loss. Five minutes till the uber arrives. That should be enough time to get her name, right?
As we climb the two dozen or so stairs and exit the club, she struggles a little, but makes no serious attempt to escape. The cool breeze assails my face as I lighten my grip a little. She does not miss the opportunity as she turns to me and bites my hand. Hard.
Fuckin’ little bitch does not waste time, huh. My grip tightens as I throw her bodily against the wall of the club. She smiles cheekily at me as I slam into her, my face only a couple of inches from hers. She growls, trying to bridge the distance to kiss or bite my face, but I have no desire to let her have her way this time. I grab one of her breasts in a brutal grip, immediately finding the hardest, most erect nipple I have ever felt. I smile viciously as I squeeze the nipple between my thumb and index finger, causing her to moan with...pain? Pleasure? I don’t think there’s much difference to this insanely hot mess of woman and I cannot wait to get her home. She pants, a wicked smile on her face as she presses into me.
My hand moves down her chest, tracing down the curvature of her slim waist as it travels, as I reach under her tiny skirt and inside her panties. She is dripping wet, breathing hard as I rub and scratch her clit, the sensation sending shudders through her body. She rubs herself on my digits as she fucks my hand, frantically impaling herself on my fingers as they sink into her deep, moist slit. I am on the brink of throwing self control to the wind when my phone buzzes, the unsuspecting uber driver reminding me that I have to get home before we can go further.
Her breath is coming in shudders and one of the straps of her bra has slipped off her shoulders, as her perfectly rounded mountains struggle to free themselves from the flimsy prison of her cute lilac dress.
Out of the corner of my eye I spy the uber. Her eyes are beginning to glaze over with the telltale signs of an orgasm as she continues ramming herself onto my fingers. Yanking her hair savagely back, I force her to look up at me. Standing over her, I smile a sadistic grin.
"You can't come until I say so, do you understand?" I whisper to her.
Her eyes light up with a primal defiance for a moment as she sizes me up, wondering what if anything I'd do to her if she ignored the order, and if that would be worth more to her. My grin widens, begging her to try something, to disobey me. She must have seen something, because her eyes widen, and the fight leaves them, leaving her looking slightly dazed as she nods submissively, agreeing to my terms.
I basically have to manhandle her into the uber, slamming the door before she thinks to struggle further. I watch her during the brief trip home, as she reaches up to touch her lip, looking at the fresh blood on her fingers in wonderment as she rubs her thighs together, her hands clasped tightly in between her breasts to avoid any inadvertent mistakes.
The uber driver stares at me with undisguised envy as we arrive at our destination. I smile widely at him, tapping the "tip $5.00" button to avoid him spitefully giving me a low customer rating.
I pull her out of the car. I still don't know her fucking name, but that somehow doesn't seem that important right now.
I manhandle her to my door, but fumble with my keys. Somehow again immediately sensing an opportunity, she breaks from my grip and takes off back down the driveway. Hmm, I wonder how disappointed she would be if I let her leave…
With three large strides I easily catch up with her and grab her by the neck. She makes to struggle, growling and snapping her teeth at me like an untamed pit-bull, but as my grip tightens around her neck, the fight leaves her and is replaced with that dazed ecstacy she showed when I gave her the order outside the bar.
Opening the door to my apartment, she drops her purse and turns to me as she licks another dot of fresh blood from her lip.
This is too much for my self control to handle as I wordlessly grab her and hurl her onto a nearby couch. She gasps; her head bangs against the back cushion as I grab her dress and peel it over her head. She rights herself, jumping onto her knees and bouncing happily, the couch creaking a little at the unexpected use.
Holy fuck, whoever's in charge up there, thank you for this bounty, I think idly, before the familiar feelings of dominance take over. I can smell her wetness from where I am; her panties are sopping wet. I pull her to me and kiss her, ferally, my tongue fighting with hers, mirroring the tune of the struggle for dominance that we were dancing to, not long ago.
As I kiss and bite her, she growls again, a sound very unlike the melodious voice she possesses. I reach around with one hand and unclip her bra, letting her gorgeous tits free as the bra falls to the floor.
I straddle her, sucking one ample mountain into my mouth after the other. She holds up her legs and with one swift movement slides the mess of her panties off, before relieving me of my shirt and pants.
To say I am painfully hard at this point, dear reader, would be the understatement of all time. I could drill a hole in a two by four with the steel rod I am sporting.
"Please…" she whimpers.
"Please?" I echo, feeling the sadistic glee of playing ignorant suffusing me.
"Please...please fuck me daddy I cannot wait I've been a good girl I didn't come even though I was thinking about how good your dick would feel the whole time in the uber, please please please please please…"
A good girl. Yeah, like how you drew blood with those teeth and tried to run in between. Such a good girl. I'm going to enjoy watching you regret those actions, you little bitch…
I look her in the eye. "No, you cannot come yet. You need to be punished for misbehaving first. You bit Daddy, and tried to run from him. Do you know what happens to girls who try to run from Daddy?" I inquired.
"They...get punished, Daddy…" she dutifully replies.
I slide off her and sit next to her, grabbing her shoulders and laying her over my lap. Fuuuuck, I can feel her tits rubbing on my dick…
Taking a moment to admire the impressive peach-shaped ass of this little minx, I raise my hand and bring it down, hard, on her left cheek.
SLAP
"You can take it, babygirl, I know you can…"
SLAPSLAPSLAP
Her ass jiggles pervertedly with every hit.
SLAP!
She grabs my cock and starts stroking it as I punish her.
Ten slaps later, her ass is bright red, and tears are filling her eyes. Her face brightens as a crinkle of a wrapper denotes me placing a condom on.
"Good girl. Now, sit up, and ride Daddy's dick till we both come."
She wastes no time, sitting up, depositing herself on my lap, placing a long, tanned leg on each side of me as I feel my member being shoved into her. She takes my length and girth easily, the level of lubrication she is at meaning no further time is wasted.
She begins to bounce up and down on me, her lips squelching pervertedly with each. She's so fucking tight, it's like I'm fucking a...oh. I'm fucking a college student right now. Fuuuuck, she feels so good.
Her tits bounce in front of me, as I ravage her pussy, and lick, suck, bite any part of her that comes too close.
She's moaning as I fuck her, grinding her hips in time to my movements, and try as I might, I succumb quickly to her wiles.
"Come for me, you hot little bitch!" I growl, thrusting frantically into her. She slams herself onto my dick over and over. I feel a series of shudders and spasms rock her as she cries out in ecstacy and comes, hard, her pussy gripping me like a vice as she screams out her pleasure. That is all I can take, and I begin shooting thick ribbons of cum into her. It was so intense that I had a moment where i worried the force of it would bust the condom.
Spent, I look into her eyes. She wiggles her butt on my lap and wraps her arms around me, kissing me deeply. I smile at the happy, post orgasmic submissive bliss on her face.
I still don't know her name.
