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now she didn’t care; she felt soiled by the touch of a man already who seemed to treat it like a one night stand. Downing half her drink in one fell swoop, she slammed it on the tabled. Her eyes were half crazed at the moment, waiting for the buzz to drive her towards her goal. Once the alcohol took her in its clutches, she would begin the hunt. The art of woman would commence, picking out her prey for the night.
“I’ll watch your drink.” Melanie giggled, plainly showing her buzz upon sitting down. “You go have fun.” Her voice slurred a little with her accent. She didn’t care. “Ha! I’m a little drunk girl,” she admitted, her hand fanning the air. “Gee it’s hot in here.”
Amber grinned, feeling the first initial shock of warmth wash over her body as well. It made her feel alive. “Don’t drink too much.” She hollered over her shoulder while walking towards the massive throng. Somewhere in there would be someone who could drown away her feelings for the night. Equipped with only a tiny little red dress and stiletto heels, she bumped her booty inside. Someone’s hand reached out to touch her, but upon turning around, she couldn’t tell whose it was. Everything was up for grabs in the place. Her body moved and twisted to the beat. She let her mind go, relishing in the music until the alcohol had claimed her as its servant.
Male after male faced her, reaching out to hold her while they danced. Happily she obliged. They all began to look the same after a while. Men of different races all with the same intent in mind flocked around her. She paid no attention to any specific one until her eyes settled on a handsome Spanish male with a body to kill. He was beautiful and intriguingly foreign. His accent rolled off his tongue the same as his r’s, making her almost swoon in his eyes.
He said hi, but with how loud the music was, she had to pretend to read his lips. She wasn’t even sure if she could understand him under normal circumstances anyways. What did it matter? What she really wanted to understand from him wasn’t the language of his mouth. Taking initiative, she grabbed him boldly by the hand and led him towards the table where Melanie sat.
She turned around then, licking her juicy lips for attention. “So baby,” she cooed. “What’s your name?”
“Stephan.” he said almost perfectly, his ethnic vibe sweeping her up in its grasps. “And you?”
“I’m Amber.” She flaunted, placing her hands on her upper breasts purposefully. She got a tingle of delight when his eyes trailed to them.
Their conversation didn’t go very far beyond greetings before Amber pounced on him, immediately inviting him to her place. She wanted to get away from the club atmosphere. He came to an understanding of how the night would play out, accepting her invitation rather graciously. They both seemed to have the same intent. Amber conveyed to Melanie that she was leaving, asking her if she wanted a ride home. Her friend declined. She had already set eyes on another tall red head male in the room, and was set for the night.
Chapter6
Amber and Stephan took a cab home, obviously too under the influence to drive anywhere. It was New York City, anyways. Taxi cabs were the most popular forms of transportation in her area. On the way over, she eyed the desirable male with devilish intent. Tonight would be no strings attached. Just the release of the strenuous desires she held bottled up within her. Perhaps through him she could find a relief somewhere deep inside. It hurt her even drunk to think about Charles. About how erotic he was, the way he had kissed her and his smell. Goodness, she couldn’t forget his scent. It was heaven’s cologne to her.
Upon arriving at her apartment, she almost tripped getting out of the car. Stephan reached and caught her, a little less drunk than herself. She was a light weight and it really
“I’ll watch your drink.” Melanie giggled, plainly showing her buzz upon sitting down. “You go have fun.” Her voice slurred a little with her accent. She didn’t care. “Ha! I’m a little drunk girl,” she admitted, her hand fanning the air. “Gee it’s hot in here.”
Amber grinned, feeling the first initial shock of warmth wash over her body as well. It made her feel alive. “Don’t drink too much.” She hollered over her shoulder while walking towards the massive throng. Somewhere in there would be someone who could drown away her feelings for the night. Equipped with only a tiny little red dress and stiletto heels, she bumped her booty inside. Someone’s hand reached out to touch her, but upon turning around, she couldn’t tell whose it was. Everything was up for grabs in the place. Her body moved and twisted to the beat. She let her mind go, relishing in the music until the alcohol had claimed her as its servant.
Male after male faced her, reaching out to hold her while they danced. Happily she obliged. They all began to look the same after a while. Men of different races all with the same intent in mind flocked around her. She paid no attention to any specific one until her eyes settled on a handsome Spanish male with a body to kill. He was beautiful and intriguingly foreign. His accent rolled off his tongue the same as his r’s, making her almost swoon in his eyes.
He said hi, but with how loud the music was, she had to pretend to read his lips. She wasn’t even sure if she could understand him under normal circumstances anyways. What did it matter? What she really wanted to understand from him wasn’t the language of his mouth. Taking initiative, she grabbed him boldly by the hand and led him towards the table where Melanie sat.
She turned around then, licking her juicy lips for attention. “So baby,” she cooed. “What’s your name?”
“Stephan.” he said almost perfectly, his ethnic vibe sweeping her up in its grasps. “And you?”
“I’m Amber.” She flaunted, placing her hands on her upper breasts purposefully. She got a tingle of delight when his eyes trailed to them.
Their conversation didn’t go very far beyond greetings before Amber pounced on him, immediately inviting him to her place. She wanted to get away from the club atmosphere. He came to an understanding of how the night would play out, accepting her invitation rather graciously. They both seemed to have the same intent. Amber conveyed to Melanie that she was leaving, asking her if she wanted a ride home. Her friend declined. She had already set eyes on another tall red head male in the room, and was set for the night.
Chapter6
Amber and Stephan took a cab home, obviously too under the influence to drive anywhere. It was New York City, anyways. Taxi cabs were the most popular forms of transportation in her area. On the way over, she eyed the desirable male with devilish intent. Tonight would be no strings attached. Just the release of the strenuous desires she held bottled up within her. Perhaps through him she could find a relief somewhere deep inside. It hurt her even drunk to think about Charles. About how erotic he was, the way he had kissed her and his smell. Goodness, she couldn’t forget his scent. It was heaven’s cologne to her.
Upon arriving at her apartment, she almost tripped getting out of the car. Stephan reached and caught her, a little less drunk than herself. She was a light weight and it really
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