Chapter 5

Some time later, I am done with my bath. I smell like my favorite scent of honey and Shae butter. I dress in St. Laurent mini dress that is sleeveless and has deep dip in the front. Showing my breasts nicely. I hope I can find a good dick to sink into. 

I hear my intercom buzz, and my doorman tells me Tiffany is waiting for me.  Show time! I think to myself as I head down to the lobby. 

We see each other for the first time in months and we squeal like annoying little girls as we embrace. 

“Damn bitch! You look fucking hot; damn I want to fuck you!” she jokes. I smack her arm lightly and give her a small kiss. We have never crossed that line. I know she is bi, and I am not against experimenting. I think it would make the relationship awkward if it went wrong so, I think tonight I will just fuck other people than her. 

We walk to the club and as we enter, I feel some heightened sixth sense, like I am being watched. I try to shake off the feeling yet, it does not leave me.  

I hear words in my head suddenly  ‘Why are you dressed like a harlot little dove?’ the voice is enraged. 

I shake my head and ignore this weird interaction. Tiffany and I approach the bar and order our drinks. My toes are tapping to the music, I do everything I can to ignore the lurking feeling until I feel it shift somewhere else. I hope it has left. 

“Damn Vel. There are so many hotties here!” 

“I know right! I am going to go dance, maybe I will get lucky with someone just my type” I tell her, she laughs and pushes me forward.

I am dancing my heart out, my hands are above my head, I am moaning. For me, dancing is another stress reliever that I can also make sensual to entice some lucky man into my warm wetness. I feel the lurking presence again like it is getting closer. This presence is not welcome, it feels dark, powerful, and full of sinful promise that could drag me to hell. I feel his arms wrap around me; I feel his hands caressing my sides. I moan like I am not myself. I feel his hand caress my neck, while his other hand is holding my hip like I could escape. I hear him whisper with a smirk 

“Nice tattoo” I smile without turning around

“Thanks, I have had it all my life, do not know why but, it’s cool” 

I feel his mouth touch my neck as he whispers 

“I think I know why little dove” he starts to devour my neck. I moan and whimper at his sinful assault while is hands are exploring me. My breathing turns ragged when I feel his hand start to slowly move up my thigh. I start to have an image in my head. I am somewhere else; I am in luxurious room with dark themed colors. We are in bed, and he is doing wicked things to my body as I writhe in pleasure. I hear him whisper

“you’re so beautiful, and this dress with his body is mine!” the sexy stranger growls

 I start panting as I feel my body give him free reign over my entire being. I feel him starting to devour my every essence, and the image in my head continues to get more erotic as I nearly scream in pleasure but, hold it back.

I suddenly feel like he is trying to lead me away from the crowds of people. With keen eyes that snap open, I notice he is pulling me towards a dark hallway of the club where there is an exit. I become fearful and do not wish to die tonight thanks to a psycho. 

I surprise him by pushing him away. I see his face, and I almost scream when it is the man that has haunted my dreams. I see his smirk and he reaches for me. I slap his hand; I start running away from the dance floor.  When I get to the bar, I look back and he is no longer there. I breath a sigh of relief and decide to go outside for a breath of fresh air. I take the stairs up to a party deck and relax on a lounge for awhile enjoying a drink. I notice tiffany with her face attached to a smoking hot blond. I am happy for her, so I give a whoop of encouragement. 

After an hour or so, I decided to head back downstairs. I see Tiffany walking off with the hot girl, and I know she is going to have fun. Now, for me to find some sexual action. I walk around the dance floor area, I am thankful when I do not see that sinful hotly anymore however, I feel a different presence just as powerful yet, my skin is tingling, and I feel myself becoming very aroused. 

I am looking around when I find a sexy man staring at me with carnal lust swelling in his eyes. I walk up to him, after the sexual incident earlier, I need release immediately.

“Hey there big fella” I sweetly say, laying on the charm

“Hey yourself gorgeous,” he says with a salacious look.

“I have been here all night, and this play is getting lame, no one is even tried to show me a good time,” I say with a coy smile

I see his eyes light up, and wicked grin forms on his face

“I think I can help with that sexy!” I smirk as I lead the way out. 

He takes my hand and for the first time ever without thinking, I walk him back to my penthouse. I moan in sexual tension; my hand free hand is caressing my body like I am cold. I see he takes notice of this, and he is not oblivious to my obvious sexual need.