Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: From: Mad Dog Literata Subject: STORY: Consenting Adults, Part 2/3 We had decided to go to a nightclub that we'd been to only once before, a place called the Plantation. It had a nice band, a spacious dance floor, and a reputation as a meat market. In other words, it was the perfect place for our plans tonight. About 45 minutes after Daniel had left, I pulled out of our driveway and headed south, toward downtown. By this time, I was almost dripping wet from being so aroused. I resisted the urge to slip my hand beneath my dress to masturbate myself. It was almost ten by the time I found the Plantation. The parking lot was packed, so I pulled in front of the club to use their valet service. An attendant opened my door, and I stepped out. Several gentlemen standing near the door stopped talking as I left my car. I think I must have made a good impression on them; I could feel their eyes boring into me as I took the ticket for my car. One of the men, a young man in a black suit, held the door open for me as I walked up the stairs. "Goddamn, you look good." I ignored him, just held my gaze straight past him as I went through the entrance. I knew Daniel wanted me as The Ice Queen this evening, but even if he didn't, I was damned if I was going to be too easy.When I got past the entrance, I could see that the place was packed. There wasn't an empty seat to be found. I looked around, trying to appear as confident as I could, and noticed Daniel sitting at the bar. I caught his eyes and nodded; he returned the nod. After marshaling my thoughts for a few seconds, I decided to circle the bar, maybe find a recently-vacated seat. The crowd was pliable; the men seemed to go out of their way to catch my attention, and the women - well, most of the women just plain ignored me, except for one or two who threw me an icy glance. To them I just smiled. This is going to be fun, I thought to myself. As luck would have it, I found an empty stool and quickly took it. I waved a bartender over. As she approached, I took out a pack of Virginia Slims 120s and my cigarette holder. I inserted a cigarette into the holder. "Here, I'll get that," she said, and ignited a lighter. I held my cigarette to the flame as she lit it. "What can I get for you?" I thought for a moment. "I'll have a martini." As she left, I looked around the room. Several men were trying to make eye contact with me. I ignored them all, reminding myself, you're supposed to be an ice queen, dammit! The man on my right put his hand on my forearm and pointed to a well-dressed gentleman sitting at the corner of the bar. "I think he wants to buy you a drink," he said. I took a long, luxurious drag on my cigarette holder and looked up at him. "What do you want?" "I want to fuck you," the man said, not missing a beat. Right then, I thought to myself, this is the one. "Why shouldn't I just slap you?" I asked, blowing a thin stream of smoke upwards. "Because," the man said, "you want to get fucked." He finished his drink, motioned to the bartender for a refill. "Do you need another?" he asked me. "Not yet," I said, and sipped my martini. I'd noticed his wedding band; he'd made no effort to hide it. "Are you usually this crude?" "As a matter of fact," he said, "I'm not." "How do I merit this particular honor?" I asked him. "Well," he said, "apart from being the most spectacular woman here tonight - and looking good enough to eat, I might add - you're putting out a message that says you're just trying to find some meat." I took another drag on my cigarette, watching him intently. "My name is Cheryl. What's yours?" "James," he said, "but it doesn't matter." He nodded toward the dance floor. "Let's dance." He stood and held his hand out to me; I took it without thinking, and followed him out to the floor. On the dance floor, he held me closely, his hands toying with the small of my back and my ass. Men from around the room looked disappointed that they hadn't asked me first. The touch of his cheek brushing mine, as Daniel watched, excited me. It wasn't long before he was gently pressing his groin against mine. I was fighting to control my gasps as I felt his firmness growing beneath his slacks. My face burned at his brazenness, this openly sexual gesture, but soon in excitation, I was brushing my mound against his hardness. I could feel my nipples tingling against the material of my dress, erect and rock-hard. His lips followed the line of my neck, causing me to shiver with pleasure. I tilted my head back, offering my neck to him, and felt those soft, warm lips bearing against me. James whispered, "Do you have some place where we can go?" "Don't you have to go home?" I asked, my voice trembling lightly as I remembered his wedding ring. "My wife's a pharmaceutical sales rep," he said softly. "She's in Chicago until Tuesday at her company's headquarters gathering." He'd remembered my own ring and had no reason to lie. I allowed him to press me closer. His skin radiated a heat like my own. The female singer's long, slow melody of adulterous longing seemed dedicated to our intertwined bodies. James put his lips to the shell of my ear and whispered - desires. What he'd do to me if we were alone; how he wanted to feel my nipples between his teeth, how he wanted to look into my eyes as I came. By this point, I was his. I brought his hands up to the heavy undersides of my breasts, let him feel the heat, and the softness. He told me more things, degrading and horrible and extremely arousing things. I told him things as well: How I liked to be tied and gagged, how I wanted to be with two men, how I liked to dress like a slut and tease men. Submission fantasies, dark hidden thoughts. I told him how I wanted to seduce another woman. That excited him immensely. He pulled me tight and kissed my open lips. "God, I'd love to see you on top of another woman, Cheryl." His hands slid down my chest, and he subtly slipped his fingers underneath my dress. He quickly found out about my lack of underwear; he traced my mons and brought his finger out. I smiled, opened my lips, and let him slide it into my mouth. When the song ended, I pressed into him and we kissed again. His breath felt hot on my neck, and I lied, "My husband's at a convention. We can go back to my place." His swollen cock was now massaging my clitoris, and my body was responding involuntarily. By this time the dance floor was almost empty, but I was oblivious to it, to everything except the sensation of James and the knowledge that Daniel was watching excitedly. James looked into my eyes. "Let's get out of here." I was breathing heavily, my eyes slightly wild. My throat throbbed, choked with increasing desire. "All right," I whispered, "let's go to my place." I paused, thinking for a moment. "I need to go to the ladies' room first. I'll meet you back by the entrance." James nodded, then went to the bar to tab out. * * * I made my way through the crowd until I was at the bar, standing next to Daniel. He sipped his drink and said, "I think you're making a good impression." I caught the bartender's attention and ordered a martini. Without looking at Daniel, I asked, "Are you getting off on this?" "Incredibly," he said. "Are you?" "Oh, yes," I said. "I think I've wet myself about three times tonight." Daniel sidled closer. "Yum...is he the one?" I nodded, taking my cigarette case out. "Definitely." I inserted a cigarette into the holder and held it to my lips as Daniel lit it for me. I looked over at him teasingly. "Are you okay with this?" Now it was his turn to nod. "God, just seeing him with you on the dance floor almost made me come." "Really," I said, taking another drag on my cigarette holder. "You are enjoying this, aren't you? Seeing him kissing me, putting his fingers in me -" Just talking about it was making me warm and moist again. "Has he told you what he wants to do with you?" "He's said what he's going to do to me," I said, "if I give him the chance." "Are you?" I smiled again and took a long, luxurious drag on my cigarette holder. "I will if you want me to." "I want you to." "In that case," I said, looking at Daniel's watch, "you'd better get going. I - I mean, we - will be leaving in a few minutes." "Got it," Daniel said. He motioned to the bartender for his tab. "I'll see you back at the house." "Good," I said, smiling, and gave his thigh a squeeze. "I hope you enjoy the show." -- Story Submission: Newsgroup FAQ: Archive site: (Not pretty yet)