had been chafing her all day.
Stripping naked, she rooted through her suitcase until she found the slinky red nothing balled up in a wad in the corner. Grateful for wrinkle resistant fabrics, she shook it out and pulled it over her head. Padded barefoot over to the slightly warped mirror, Kelly lifted her chestnut curls and bobbed them around her shoulder, wiggling and shimmying to zip herself in. As the metal teeth slid together, she felt a butterfly inside of her belly imagining the hand that would unzip it. The thought made her turn eagerly to the mirror.
Her new red bra lifted her generous breasts so high that the plunging neckline could barely contain them. She lifted her hair higher and coiled it up on her head so that a few stray locks tumbled back down to highlight the soft curve of her neck. She fished a necklace out of her makeup bag and fastened it around her neck, allowing the pendant to swing tantalizingly between her jutting breasts.
The last touch were the sky high, black patent stilettos with the sweet little bows on the rounded heels. Up until now, she had only worn these shoes inside of her apartment, wobbling around in front of her full-length mirror and fantasizing about having the guts to wear them. But here she was a stranger. There was no one around to ask her what the heck she was playing at. For all this town knew, Kelly Ann Decker was the kind of girl who wore fuck me pumps and picked up strange men in bars.
That was who she was going to be tonight.
She poked her head out into the hallway, checking her surroundings. Then she darted for the stairs, her heels clacking noisily in the echoing hallway. Each strike of her heels made her heart thump louder, so much so that when she finally skid behind the wheel of her economy rental, she felt like her heart was going to burst out of her chest. She checked the rearview mirror and saw that her usually olive-drab eyes were glowing with an emerald fire and a rosy flush had spread across her usually pale cheeks. "Damn," she sighed softly, pleased with herself.
Then she started the car and headed into town.
She hadn't bothered to decide where she was going. She just drove until she found a place that looked suitable. And tonight, what was suitable was classy, dangerous. Dark wood and suited men. That was what she wanted tonight.
Orsino Lounge seemed like just the right place.
The huge, burly bouncer at the front door gave her pause. But after giving her a rather frank once over with her eyes, a gaze that made her scalp prickle and left her feeling decidedly naked, she was allowed in . Kelly Ann licked her lips in anticipation, feeling the vibration of her excitement. This could be her, she could be the kind of woman who belonged in bars like this. No one knew otherwise.
Kelly walked forward to the bar, teetering ever so slightly on her pretty stilettos. She lifted her chin and squared her shoulders, the better to put her assets on display. She knew she wasn't the skinniest woman there ever was, but her generous breasts and round ass seemed to get her some notice.
In fact, it all happened rather more quickly than she expected. Immediately she felt all eyes upon her and she shivered. The men here were looking at her like she was a particularly juicy piece of meat. One they would like very much to get a taste of.
Kelly reached the bar and leaned forward, steadying herself, hoping that she looked seductive leaning this way and not clumsy. She slowly scanned the room.
A tall man in a short-sleeved button down nodded to her from the end of the bar, but he didn't come forward. She returned the smile and turned away, waiting for him to come to her. When he didn't she started looking elsewhere. Kelly wasn't in the mood for shyness tonight.
Then she saw him.
The one she wanted.
When her eyes fell on the dark, olive skinned man, she let out an involuntary gasp. He whole body flashed in a
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