"The Dark Side" Part 4


Thanks for this one go out to everyone who was responsible for getting me into Tabu on June 8, 2001. *smooch*

The crowd at the side door to Howie's club was held back by the tightest security Sarah had ever seen. The more popular the band became, the bigger the crowds at the after parties. Their party was quickly ushered up the side steps to the VIP section, actually the balcony of the old theater. Even the size of the crowd up there was amazing, but they had all paid for the privilege being in the same room with the Boys, so it was all good.

The night dragged on. The music was loud, a definite departure from the benefit they'd all attended earlier. The beat was a grinding, sexual mix that you could feel throughout your body. Sarah danced with Howie, much closer than the tempo of the song called for and it was quite obvious to her how they would end the night.

Or so she thought.

Last call was at 2:30 a.m., and within the next hour the club had all but emptied. All in all it had been a profitable night. The benefit had raked in quite a bundle for various local charities, the fans seemed happy with the after party, and Sarah was well beyond tipsy.

By 3:15 the staff had finished their clean-up duties and the club was ready to be secured for the night.

"OK, boss, we're all set. As soon as you're out, we'll lock up and set the alarms."

Howie stood, shaking the club manager's hand. "Thanks, but we'll take care of it tonight. I think we're gonna hang a little longer. You know, just to enjoy the quiet."

"Oh. Well, I can wait..."

"No, no. Get out of here. You deserve some time to yourself. Really, I'll take care of it."

Brian & Nick decided they'd had enough fun for one night as well, and left, too. "See you Monday," they called.

"'Night guys."

Howie looked at Kevin and AJ, then at Sarah, who was leaning against the bar, oblivious to the scene about to unfold.

"Hey, baby, you all right?" Howie put his hands on the bar on either side of her, touching his forehead to hers.

"Umm hmm ... when're we goin' home?" She pressed her hands to his chest, purring suggestively.

"Later, sweetheart. I thought we'd hang out here for a while if that's ok. You know, just you and me... and Kevin and AJ." He pressed his body to hers, grinding his hips against her pelvis.

Sarah gasped, looking into his eyes, and she saw the heat and the desire that she was sure was mirrored in her own.

"I need you, Howie," she whispered. "Please, let's go."

He kissed her then, his mouth seductively soft upon her lips, his tongue touching hers. He moved softly against her and her hands went to his back to hold him closer. Both were oblivious to the two pairs of eyes watching from across the room.

Sarah whimpered, her hands moving lower to squeeze his bottom and pull him even closer. She ground against him and his erection pressed against her belly.

"Sarah ..." he whispered, one hand moving to her breast and thumbing the pebbled tip through the teal silk of her dress.

"Please.." she begged.

As their silent audience watched in rapt fascination, Howie lifted her to the edge of the bar, her short skirt riding up around her hips. Lost in their desire, neither saw the two men approach. Howie trailed moist kisses down her neck and Sarah threw her head back granting him complete access. Bracing her hands on the bar, she was completely unprepared for AJ's mouth to cover her own.

Standing behind the bar, AJ leaned forward and kissed her, nibbling lightly on her lips as he sucked them between his teeth. Sarah gasped, and as her lips parted, he swept his tongue inside, tasting her deeply as Howie continued to work his magic against her throat. She lost her balance, and now leaned fully against AJ, trusting in him to keep her safe. She wrapped her fingers through Howie's hair, the long soft locks providing a much needed lifeline as he pressed hot kisses to the swell of her breasts, barely evident above the sweeping neckline of her dress.

Breaking the kiss, AJ stood back as Howie pulled her upright and back into his arms. Sarah was breathing heavily, completely lost in the feelings when she felt tender hands against her back. She felt the zipper of her dress being opened as a soft, deep voice whispered, "My turn."



Part 5
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