His fiery mate

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This story includes strong language, steamy sexual content, violence, criminal acts and lowbrow jokes.

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The wildly flashing neon lights blinded Skyla so immensely that she had to force her eyes open - she was sure she must look like she was suffering from a painful constipation. On top of that, she felt the heels of her black pumps sticking to the floor, thanks to the drunken idiots who couldn’t keep their glasses straight due to engine failure. And her ears...they wanted to puke - in the beam - right on the dj’s desk because of the nasty electronic shit he was playing.

Seriously, how the hell is a sober, rational person supposed to take that shit, huh?

Stifling her disgust and displeasure, she tried to move her body to the non-existent beat as sensually as possible, making sure the guy behind her would have a direct view of her swinging ass.

Normally she wouldn’t advertise herself like an animal in heat. But this was no ordinary evening. If that were the case, she wouldn’t be in this club, blinded by those annoying neon lights, surrounded by all those moronic drunks who seem to have completely lost their sense of physical distancing. Apart from the disgusting stench everywhere, a mix of alcohol, sweat and cheap perfume.

“Oh baby, you’re so hot,” he slurred in her ear, the smell of his breath - a mix of beer and whiskey - making her mouth water instantly.

God, this guy is gonna make her puke. She could feel it, one more word out of his stinky mouth, and his fancy white shirt will be covered with her half-digested stomach contents.

Even if the idea of him, completely soaked with her vomit, his face contorted with disgust, brought her some relief. Even if only mentally.

But alas, she couldn’t do that. She was here for something far classier.

And so she swallowed down the copious amount of saliva, mentally speaking to her stomach to leave the damn dinner where it is, before twisting her body so she could face him.

Earlier, when she was standing at the bar, she had only seen him from afar. She knew then, from the looks he got from the girls around him, that he must be a real cutie. But certainly not as cute as the sparkling something on his wrist that sent Skyla’s state of mind into instant euphoria.

At that moment she knew he would be her guy for the evening. And so she snuck onto the dance floor and fought her way up to him with a constant scowl on her face and elbows outstretched ever since he was surrounded by those whore-clad chicks as if he had a magical cock.

But finally seeing his face up close gave her, or rather her pussy, a slight shock. He looked a lot better than she would have thought. Sexy, masculine and at the same time a little bit of a boyish cute. Even though she wasn’t into blonde guys. But damn. He looked like Thor, slightly modified in a kind of Surfer Edition.

Too bad the evening would end soon, his face between her thighs would have made a really good picture. After all, it was far too long ago that her pussy was being licked properly.

But knowing that she couldn’t have everything, she mentally refocused on what she was actually here for.

Final spurt

Smiling innocently although she was anything but, she slowly ran her fingertips down his muscular forearms while moving her body in the sexiest way possible.

Despite being quite drunk, he took the hint very well, and put his hand on her hip, pulling her closer to him, not knowing that this was exactly what she wanted to achieve. Not because of the closeness, or the touch, but because it narrowed his field of vision.

Looking deep into his lust-filled blue eyes, she knew this was her moment. Now or never.

Licking her lips lasciviously, she ran her fingernails along his wrists till she could feel the golden Rolex he was wearing.

With a practiced grip she grasped the clasp, opened it and gently slid the watch over his wrist while brushing her knee against his crotch, not missing the fact that he already had a hard one, before sliding the watch into a side pocket of her dress.

The object of her desire safely in her pocket, she grinned like a honey cake horse, “I’ll meet you at the main exit in 10 minutes”

Now that she had what she wanted she couldn’t wait to get out of here. Especially since he would eventually notice that his watch was gone, preferably when Skyla would already be far away.

He took a step forward, causing her to put her hand protectively on his hard stomach to keep the distance between their bodys.

“Why not right now?” he asked, his full lips curled into a pout like a toddler, which instantly sent an ice-cold shiver of disgust down skyla’s spine.

Bah, grow up boy

“Because I want to get ready for you honey” she replied, while squinting at the crowded bar “I prefer a lemon vodka afterwards”

She didn’t wait for his reply, instead she turned and walked through the dancing crowd.

She couldn’t wait to finally leave the club. This stench, this noise, these rich twats. It just wasn’t her world, and never would be.