V.I.P.
There she stood. Every ounce of her was sexy as her waist twisted and the dance floor. It was as though she was doing it for the attention. She was practically begging to have a dick shoved up her tight little pussy, yet she was pretending as if it was nothing. "What a slut," he thought, but he couldn't tear his eyes from her frame.
He took a large gulp, finishing up the Jack and Coke in his glass. He motioned to the bartender that he needed another round. He yelled over the loud music for the bartender to leave the bottle of Jack. Tom tipped him before his attention snapped back to his prey. He licked his lips slowly while he watched her body sway, and turn, and writhe. His eyes roamed over her figure, taking in every curve. He poured himself another glass, sans the Coke. He brought the glass to his lips and licked the rim slightly before he dipped his head back and swallowed the strong liquid.
It burned his chest and he cleared his throat to avoid wincing. He placed the glass down, deciding he'd reached his alcohol limit for the night. He didn't want to be too intoxicated. He wanted to remember the night's events. Well, the events he had planned. He just knew they were going to move in his favor. He knew he was a little cocky, but he had a valid reason. He knew he was sexy. He knew women threw themselves at him. She wasn't going to be any different. She would be his this night.
He started at her hips as they swayed rhythmically. He couldn't help but thing of all the things he wanted to do to her tight little body. He groaned inwardly as he watched her hands travel up and down her body, from her raven colored hair, down to her plump lips, her perky breasts, down her toned stomach, to her smooth creamy thighs. He could feel himself harden at just the sight of her. A million dirty thoughts ran through his mind, all of them ending with her lying naked underneath him.
Oddly, she reminded him of himself. He had no doubt in his mind that he was irresistible and he liked to rub it in his competition's face. He also wasn't easily impressed. This bitch knew she looked fucking amazing. She was flaunting her assets to every guy in the room. They all watched her like an animal watches its prey. The same way that Tom was watching her. The difference between Tom and the other guys is that Tom had a status behind his name. This was one of the perks of being a celebrity. The perks were always amazing. He suddenly had to grip his dick through his jeans as it twitched in avidity of having her tight pussy around it. He knew he had to step up and do something soon.
Tom stood and dropped a few bills on the counter for the bartender. He straightened the black designer T-shirt and adjusted his dark jeans. He ran his hand over his jaw, feeling the day's worth of stubble. He went through the crowd of gyrating, sweaty bodies under the dim lighting until he finally stopped in front of her.
He paused briefly. His eyes dropped down to her firm ass. It was well defined under the tight, black mini dress that clung to her body. A smirk ran across his lips as he closed the gap between them. He placed his hands on her hips from behind, and felt her body freeze. She didn't turn around immediately, so Tom leaned over and brushed his lips against her ear as he whispered, "Can I have this dance?" He couldn't deny the shiver that went through her body as she leaned into him. She was his now. He knew it.
She suddenly whipped around to face him. Her eyes widened as recognition hit her. What Tom wasn't expecting was the fact that it didn't faze her. She'd grown accustom to guys coming on to her. Him being a celebrity made things no different. She gave him a delicious smile. She had a pretty good idea what he had on his mind. His brown eyes were cloudy under the lighting. She raised an eyebrow at the idea of how much she could enjoy anything he was willing to throw at her. She'd be a fool to pass up this opportunity. She winked once before turned back around.
Tom chuckled right before she pressed her ass against his crotch. He hissed as the grip on her waist tightened. She grinded her hips as Scandalous by T. Mills blasted through the speakers. She slid down his solid frame, then came back up. She winded against him, slow and rough, as her hands gripped his jeans tightly. Tom matched her movements and couldn't help but wonder how she'd work her hips while being fucked. He had every intention of finding that out for himself before the night was over.
She turned and whispered in his ear. Tom's breath hitched as her hands moved downward and grazed his arousal. He let out a throaty growl in her ear and felt her shudder. He pressed his hands against her back, pulling her closer. "No teasing," he breathed out. "What's your name?' he inquired.
Her lips curled up into a sly smile. Her brown eyes gazed into his. She could feel her panties moisten from the animalistic glare he was giving her. "Marseilles," she stated smoothly.
"Is that your real name?" Tom asked as he eyes sparkled in amusement.
"Does it really matter at this point?" she retorted.
"No," he admitted with a smirk. He shrugged and pulled her even closer against him. "I'm Tom."
"I know," she replied nonchalantly. Tom shook his head in disbelief. He was fully intrigued.
One of Marseilles' legs wrapped around his waist as she continued to grind into him. Tom swallowed, trying to resist the urge to take her right there on the dance floor. He couldn't take it any longer. He had to have her. He was rock hard and it was getting painful. He needed a release and he needed it right then.
He dropped his hand to smooth up her leg. His fingers inched up her flesh slowly. They grazed over the dampened center of her panties. She gasped and her hold around his neck tightened. He flicked his middle finger over her clit, cocking his head to the side so he could watch her face contort in pleasure.
Marseilles leaned her cheek against his. She softly panted into his ear, allowing an occasional moan to escape. Tom smiled triumphantly. He pulled his hand away before he removed her leg from around his waist. He gripped her hand and tugged lightly. "C'mon. Let's go," he demanded. He didn't wait for a reply as he pulled her from the dance floor. She allowed him to drag her toward the VIP section.
He stopped to speak to the two bodyguards. She watched them with a smirk as their eyes darted to her before they nodded at Tom and stepped out of the way. He continued to pull her as they ascended the red velvet covered stairs. Marseilles was enjoying the view of his ass as she followed closely behind him.
When they reached the VIP section, Tom led her into one of the rooms. I was a little dark, but as her eyes adjusted she could see large cushioned couches, a private bar, with red lighting, and red velvet carpeting that matched the stairs. The temperature was the perfect amount of cool. As she scanned the room, she noticed the were the only two in there. "How convenient," she thought. She figured he already knew they'd be alone. He shut and locked the door behind them before turning to face Marseilles, who was giving him a knowing glare.
With a sly smile, he pulled her into his embrace. His lips crashed into hers, kissing feverishly. Marseilles moaned against his lips, then quickly pulled away.
Tom stood there staring at her as he caught his breath. "Why did you-"
"You're not going to offer me a drink?" she asked as the bat her eyelashes sweetly.
Tom eyed her as if she was crazy. "Are you fucking serious right now?" he asked incredulously.
"Hpnotiq please," Marseilles said casually as she shrugged him off. She moved out of his grasp and took a seat on one of the couches.
Tom shook his head as he trudged over to the bar. He grabbed the bottle of Hpnotiq from the shelf. He reached for a glass, but heard Marseilles' voice filter through the room.
"Leave the glass," she instructed. Tom lowered his hand and ambled over to her. He handed her the bottle and watched in awe as she pulled the cork off and took several large gulps of the blue liquid.
"I'm just going to go out on a limb here, but you're a freak, aren't you?" he asked.
Her tongue darted out to lick her lips before she answered, "Why don't you find out for yourself?"
In one swift motion, he yanked the bottle from her grasp and slammed it down on a nearby table. He was up for her challenge. Marseilles smiled as she eagerly watched him kick off his shoes. He reached for her heels and she helped him removed them. They were soon discarded to the floor and quickly forgotten. They frantically began to undress one another in haste. Never of them seemed to breathe as they struggled with buttons and belts and zippers.
Once all the clothes were shed, their eyes locked. "Maybe we should have taken that a bit slower," Tom jokes.
"No way! I love this! Come here," she cooed. She pulled him toward her. He tripped over an abandoned article of clothing and fell onto her. They both laughed as he nestled himself between her legs. His eyes roamed over her body. "Like what you see?" she probed. He smirked.
"Oh, yeah," he hissed before he dipped his head and took one of her pink nipples into his mouth. Marseilles gasped and arched her back as his tongue artfully sucked on her mound before he switched to the next. Tom wrapped his arms under her back and lifted her as he moved into a seated position. "We don't have all night. We have to get back out there," he explained. Marseilles frowned as she straddled his waist.
"Have to work on finding your next victim?" she asked with a smirk. She contorted her upper body so that she could grab the Hpnotiq bottle from the table.
"No," Tom muttered. His hand slid between them and he rubbed his fingers over her folds before he allowed his middle and index finger to enter her opening. She let out a gasp, then a soft moan. "I have an entourage to entertain. They'll be here shortly. We're housing them in this room," he explained.
Marseilles simply rolled her eyes before she brought the bottle to her lips. She took another large gulp. "I suppose we should get to work then," she said calmly, causing Tom to laugh.
Tom slowly slid his fingers in and out of her. He loved the way her face twisted with pleasure as her hips moved in a circular motion against his hand. She let out a low moan. He pulled his fingers out and she whimpered. She leaned forward to lick his neck, then gently nibbled his right ear. Tom's breath quickened. He gripped his throbbing dick in his palm and positioned himself at her entrance.
Marseilles giggled as she pulled back to take another swallow of drink. She nearly choked on the substance as Tom pushed his way in with no warning. "Shit!" she choked out. She used her free hand to grasp his shoulder as he made his way inside.
He drew in a quick breath through his teeth. "Goddamn you're so fucking tight," Tom marveled. He began to wonder if she'd ever had sex before. He felt as if she was crushing him.
"Mmm, no. It's because you're so large," she retorted. She licked her lips slowly before leaning in for a kiss. He could taste the tangy Hpnotiq on her lips.
Tom gripped Marseilles' waist, lifting her slightly before forcefully yanking her back down. His dick penetrated deep inside her, causing her to yelp. He smiled as he quickly set his pace. He wanted to bring himself over the edge as quickly as possible. He barely knew her. All he really wanted to do was fuck her, so there wasn't any need for foreplay. He held her hips as he slammed into her hastily. She piqued his interest as she moaned and spat out obscenities. She wiggled from his hold enough to brace herself. He threw his head back as she began to set her own pace to match his movements. She bounced on his lap as his dick moved in and out of her wet pussy.
He cast his eyes to where their bodies were connected. He was mesmerized watching his dick disappear inside her again and again. She continued to move up and down as her hips added circular motions. A tight moan raised in his throat and spilled out over his lips. "Fuck!"
"Your dick feels so good," Marseilles breathed before bringing the Hpnotiq bottle back to her lips again. She took a few sips before allowing some of the liquid to spill down her chin and onto her breasts. The stream of blue continued down her stomach to where she and Tom were connected as one.
Tom growled and immediately leaned forward to lick the alcohol from her body. His tongue darted out as he cleaned the slightly sticky substance from all the places he could reach. His arms circled around her waist as he pulled her against him. He continued to fuck her hard, loving the sounds of pleasure she emitted.
Marseilles dropped the nearly empty bottle back on the table behind her. She eyed Tom for a moment before she began to pout.
"What?" he choked out.
"I want something else to drink," she stated, capturing his lips with her own before he could begin to protest. She constricted her walls around him and he groaned loudly before pulled away from her lips, gasping for air.
"Now?"
"Now," Marseilles smiled sweetly.
Tom slowed his pace. He grabbed her ass cheeks firmly before he stood, still buried deep inside her. He made his way to the bar, pushing bottles and glasses out of his way, not caring that they fell to the carpeted floor at his feet. Marseilles laughed softly and her grip around his neck tightened as he placed her on the surface. He wrapped her legs around his slender waist as he began to move inside her again.
Marseilles watched as his abs contracted and relax with every thrust. She trailed her hands up and down his torso, and Tom's brow knit together with the extra sensation. His eyes darted to the side and he grabbed the first bottle within reach. He forced the cork from the bottle of Hennessy before looking down at Marseilles as he continued to pound into her a a rapid pace.
"Open up," he said as he poured some of the liquid down Marseilles' throat, then over her naked body before setting the bottle back down.
Marseilles' head tipped back as Tom leaned down, sucking and licking her hot flesh. He once again gripped her hips tightly as he slammed into her. She held on to the edge of the counter to steady herself and cried out as her orgasm began to build. Tom was sucking on one of her breasts, loving the taste of the alcohol on her skin. He grunted as he felt the sweet burn of climax building. He was so fucking close.
Marseilles' breaths came in short bursts as Tom moaned against her skin. His fingers dug int her side as her pussy clenched tightly around him. He knew she was close as well. He was almost there.
He closed his eyes, deep in concentration. His lips detached from her body and he pulled away long enough to say, "Unh, fuck!" He growled as he slid one hand between them, his fingers brushing over her clit. He rubbed the tiny nub, causing her hips to jerk as her orgasm built. Tom quickened his pace and she couldn't take it any longer. She allowed her orgasm to ripple through her. A barrage of obscenities spilled from her lips as she rode the wave of pleasure.
Tom kept up his pace but his breath lodged in his throat as she convulsed around him and her body quivered violently. It only took a few more thrusts before his own orgasm caused his body to tense up as his hips bucked. "Holy fucking shit!" Tom exclaimed as his body began to relax. His head dropped to her should as he tried to steady his breathing. His heart was pounding and he was almost positive he'd cracked a rib from the intense way his body had stiffened. He felt as though all his energy had been drained, and by the way Marseilles was panting beneath him, he knew she felt the same. "Damn," Tom smiled as he noticed the smug grin on her face.
"Mmm. Damn," she agreed, leaning back and propping herself up with her hands.
He moved some of the damp hair from her face and laughed, "You really are a freak."
"And you're not?" she asked.
"Touché," Tom nodded as he slid out of her and helped her off the counter.
Marseilles stood on trembling legs as she surveyed the mess they'd created. "Damn, Tom, did you have a make such a mess? Some of this is broken!" she asked with a giggle.
He scratched his stubble and shrugged. "Just don't step on it. Hold on," he instructed as he grabbed the broom located against the sink behind the bar. He swept the pieces of glass out of the way, before returning the broom to its original place. He gripped Marseilles' hand and carefully led her back to the couch that was surrounded by their clothing. They scrambled around retrieving their belongings, occasionally handing off an article to its rightful owner.
They dressed in silence as they slowly came down from their alcohol and sex induced high. Their breathing and heart rates returned to normal and they slowly looked at one another before the room erupted with their laughter.
"That was some crazy sex!" Marseilles laughed as she stepped into her heels and smoothed out her dress. She ran her fingers through her hair a bit to tame it.
Tom nodded in agreement as he chortled lightly. "Yeah, it was," he muttered as he ran his belt back through the loopholes in his jeans. "Thanks," he said as he got ready to unlock the door, but Marseilles stopped him by grabbing his arm.
She spun him around to face her. She leaned forward to brush her lips lightly over his while her hand stuffed something into the pocket of his jeans. She pulled away to see his brown eyes full of curiosity. She smirked at him, "Call me if you ever want to do this again. Or perhaps if you want to try something new, and maybe even freakier," she winked.
She took a step back and pat his cheek slightly before she swiftly unlocked the door and swung it open. She made her exit and shut the door behind her, leaving Tom standing in awe of her. He took a few moments to collect himself before he stuffed his hand in his pocket and pulled out the small item she'd placed in there. He yanked the door open to exit as he read over the business card with her numbers written on it. He stopped in his tracks as astonishment and amusement took over.
"Well, damn," he whispered as his eyes darted over the small print on the card that read: 'Elizabeth Marseilles Dubai - Sex Therapist'.
He laughed loudly and stuffed the card back into his pocket. He jogged down the stairs of the VIP section in search of his entourage. He checked his watch and thought he should have gone for another round with Marseilles, but he could wait.
He'd be seeing her again. She was worth conquering on more than one occasion. The dirty thoughts that flowed through his mind of all the things he wanted to try with her, threatened to give him another hard on. He pat his pocket, knowing he'd be giving her a call soon.