6 comments/ 9031 views/ 7 favorites A Promising Job Opportunity Ch. 01 By: Avery_Amore Here is the first part of a journal entry by Avery Amore, a young rake of modern times who finds himself suddenly entangled in the lives of an unsuspecting young couple of means. By the time this story ends there will have been seduction, sex, voyeurism, and, if our hero plays his cards right, a ménage à trois. So settle back, dear readers, and enjoy! ***** I had answered an online ad for a "personal assistant". The posting mentioned the usual requirements of being a hard worker, having related experience, self-motivated, yada yada. So I shot out an email with my resume and was asked to come in for an interview. I pulled up in front of a mansion amongst mansions. Circular driveway, perfect garden plots, gas lamps ready to flicker at a moments notice, all outward signs pointing to a life of wealth and comfort. A life dedicated to wealth was something I could never understand myself. As a young destitute male, my main interests consisted of the opposite sex and a life of variety, in that order. But each to their own. They could wrap themselves in bubble wrap and sterilize their toilet paper for all I cared. I was just here for a paycheck, or so I thought. I was greeted at the door by a smartly dressed young man in his mid to late twenties, about the same age as me in any case, who had an air of jaded, self-importance about him to go along with his expensive watch and perfectly coiffed hair. "Ok," he sighed importantly. "You must be Avery. Look, um, why don't you meet me in my office up there to the right. I'm in the middle of something." "Not a problem," I smiled. He had already turned around to head towards the back of the house before I finished speaking. On my way upstairs I examined the house. It was certainly luxurious, a little too modern for my taste. I wondered how I was going to present myself to this guy. He wasn't exactly the type of person I usually associate with. Ascending the stairs, I entered his office. It had a wall lined with books, another with art, and the back wall was lined with large windows with wood paneling along the bottom and a sliding door in the middle that led out to a balcony overlooking the backyard. In the center stood a desk covered with papers and a laptop. After a cursory look at his art, I stepped around his desk and looked out the back window. He was talking with a lovely young lady who was reclining by the pool underneath an umbrella. She looked to be about 5'5", with shoulder length brunette hair, and a trim young body covered up with tight white shorts, a white bikini top, and sunglasses. I wondered who she was. I hadn't seen a wedding ring on his finger. Whoever she was, she didn't appear to be very interested in whatever he was talking about. After a few more minutes of what looked like arguing on his part and disinterested grunts on hers. He leaned over her reclined body and gave her a kiss. His girlfriend. Then something magical happened. There are rare moments in life that seem to be so filled with the other-worldly, that one can actually feel the meshing together of events inside one's body, like the precise clockwork inside that asshole's watch. And so it was, when he turned around to head back towards the house, she stuck her tongue out at him like a little girl and followed quickly with her middle finger. My heart swelled with love. Opportunity had come knocking, and I suddenly had another reason to get this job. ... I don't know how many other candidates there were, but after one more interview I got the job. His name was Mitch. It turned out he was an heir to some technology company that dealt with network security. He had recently graduated college and been made the figurehead of its charitable foundations in Mexico and various South American countries by his father, one of the company's cofounders. It was his job to give speeches, fly down to smile for photos with the locals after particularly big projects, and accept awards on behalf of the company. It was my job to handle his travel arrangements, act as the first line of defense between him and phone calls from the head office, proofread his speeches, and pick up his dry cleaning. Menial work for sure, but like my new boss, I wasn't looking for responsible work at this stage of my life. During my first day working there, while on a tour of the house, I was introduced to her. Her name was Amy. It was too short an introduction to learn anything about her other than the fact that she was a knockout. Not just in her looks, but in the way she carried herself. The vibes were strong with this one, and I wanted more. She was on her way to the pool in a similar outfit to the one she had worn the last time I saw her, minus the sunglasses covering her brown eyes. She smiled politely at me and continued on to the pool. Over the next few days I would see her from time to time around the house, but it wasn't until the next week that I would get a chance to talk to her. I was coming out of the restroom upstairs just as she was reaching the staircase to head down. I stopped in my tracks as soon as I saw her and shot her a playful grin. She made no response before she turned to head downstairs. She was wearing a jean skirt and tight yellow shirt. Her hair was pulled up into a ponytail that waved playfully to me with each step, as if beckoning me to follow her. Unfortunately she hadn't exactly responded. I wondered if I wasn't her type or whether she already had another lover or perhaps she was only turned on by money. When she got to the bottom of the stairs, she turned to head towards the kitchen, passing under the railing where I was standing. Before she was out of sight she tilted her head up and looked at me with a slight smirk and twinkle in her eye. My heart beat quickened. Mitch was still on the phone with one of the organizers in Ecuador, catching up on the most recent development project there, a school if I remember correctly, so I decided that this would be an excellent time to grab a water out of the fridge. When I got to the kitchen, she was standing at the counter scooping out some Greek yogurt into a bowl of granola and blueberries. She glanced at me with a noncommital look as I walked in. I parried with a similar look as I walked past her to the fridge. After I grabbed a bottle of water I leaned on the opposite counter a little ways from her and began with a friendly "Hi." She headed towards the refrigerator with the yogurt and said, "Hi." She went back to her bowl, picked it up and leaned back against the counter where she proceeded to eat. She held my gaze which, I assure you, had not wavered from hers for one second. "What?" she asked me with a bemused look on her face. "What?" I asked back. "You're staring at me." "And?" Her brow wrinkled a little as she smiled, "You don't beat around the bush do you?" A lesser man might have jumped all over that one. After looking at her for a couple of seconds, I turned my gaze down towards my water bottle, examining its ridges. Savoring the last calm before the storm. I glanced back up at her. "I guess so... but I wonder..." I looked enquiringly at her. "What?" "Well, it would probably be out of line for me to say..." "Oh really?" "...You know, let's just forget it." "Well now I have to know," she smiled into my soul. I looked at her as if I was about to say what was on my mind... and then thought better of it. "What?!" she giggled. I exhaled deeply and said, "I was just wondering whether mixing dairy and grains together is really the healthiest option." Her laughter was like music. It spread a delicious warmth through my entire body. All of my cylinders were now firing. I smiled at her appreciatively. "Then again laughter is the best medicine. So I guess that about evens it out." "Well good. I try to stay healthy." "I've noticed," I smiled mischievously at her. "Yeah, you've been noticing since you got here," she smiled back. "And here I thought I was being so careful." "Uh huh. Well I'd be a little more careful if I were you, or you'll be out of a job." I pretended to consider my options while looking at my water bottle, then at her, then back to the water bottle for a few seconds. I set the bottle down on the counter carefully, then, looking up at her, I shifted gears, and began to slowly walk towards her. She stopped eating. "I think..." I was now halfway to her. She looked as if she had forgotten she was holding a bowl. "...that I'll just..." I place my hands on either side of her on the counter and leaned down to her ear to whisper, "...have to take my chances." I ran my nose along the side of her face and sniffed her hair. She inhaled sharply at my touch. I slowly brought my head back to where our faces were inches apart. I looked straight into her eyes. I noticed a slight flushing across her cheeks. I glanced at her lips for a split second, then at the last moment I backed away. An impish smirk spread over my face. "I'll see you around." Turning on my heels, I headed towards the stairs, grabbing my water bottle on the way. ... Things went along without any serious provocations from me for the next week or so. Mitch's schedule wasn't exactly hectic, so whenever I wasn't needed I would hang out in the living room at the top of the stairs, next to his office, reading books from his library. It was the only room in the house which had a somewhat comfortable vibe to it due to its light yellow color and the sunlight coming through the windows. From time to time Amy and I would cross paths in the house. I would smile at her. She would smile back. One morning, feeling very glad to see her and slightly euphoric, I even did a mock bow, complete with one hand over my heart, the other raised in the air behind me. There may have been a flourish on my part. She giggled but looked a little confused all the same. I just smiled. Her smile alone was enough to get me through the day. The erotically charged aspect of our relationship was fast returning to its baseline. I noticed minor withdrawal symptoms in my own heart but nothing too serious. Eventually her interest in me on that level appeared to have all but disappeared. It was time. ... It was Wednesday morning. I was sitting in the living room upstairs when Amy walked by on her way downstairs. She was wearing peach colored pajama pants and a rose colored tank top with no bra. Her bare feet made almost no noise on the carpet as she walked past. She was texting on her phone and didn't look at me, or perhaps didn't notice me. I smiled to myself and felt a stirring in my loins. I glanced out the window and saw Mitch lounging by the pool reading a book. It had been another slow day so far. There was a bloody Mary on the table next to him. A late night I guess. I got up from the couch and went downstairs. As I approached the kitchen, Amy glanced over at me from the counter. She was busy chopping up various types of fruit. "Hey." I began. "Hey back." She continued chopping. "What's on the menu for today?" I said as I leaned against the counter. "Just making a fruit salad with some cereal." I noticed the care she was putting into chopping the fruit. It was done slowly and with purpose. "Will this be the fruit salad to end all fruit salads?" I smiled at her. She looked at me with a confused look on her face then a smile of understanding. "I like things to look perfect before I eat them. It's a little OCD but whatever. " "Presentation is everything. I bet it tastes better too." "You bet your ass it does!" throwing a raised eyebrow my way. I swooned a little. "What else do you put that much care into?" She thought for a while. "I don't know. I'm a girl so of course my appearance when I go out. But I guess most girls do that." "I'd like to see that some time." She looked at me with questioning eyes for a second then turned back to her fruit. Scooping the last of her precision chunks into the bowl, she went to the fridge to get the milk. She poured it in her cereal and then took it and the fruit to the center island, sitting on one of the bar stools facing me. After looking at her for a second I smiled and began, "Tell me, if we went out dancing, what would you wear?" She looked at me with amusement. "Ummm... I don't know. What kind of place are we going to?" "Oh you know. Dark, loud. Somewhere people go to lose themselves." "Well THAT really narrows it down." She laughed. "Hmm... Since this would be our first date, it would have to be something special." Her mischievous grin had returned. Whatever illusions she had about my apparent loss of interest in her were now gone. "Something classy yet understated?" I offered. "Well maybe not too classy. A girl has to make an impression after all." "Somehow I don't think that will be an issue." I've found that even those women at the top of the food chain as far as contemporary beauty is concerned need to be reminded of their beauty as much as, if not more than, any other woman. She blushed and stared down at her beautiful meal. "You're quite the flatterer aren't you." When she looked up at me again I let her know I was sincere with my expression. She smiled warmly. We shared a moment. Then I felt the energy in the room shift towards the erotic. It was subtle but she felt it too and went back to inspecting her fruit creation, while I felt myself carried away. "Well let's start with the basics." I began. "Let's open up your closet and see what your options are." As I said this I made my way around the island to her seat. She watched me curiously and perhaps a little nervously. Standing behind her, I asked her to close her eyes. She looked to her left out the windows to the backyard where Mitch had fallen asleep, his book lay closed on the ground next to him. She glanced playfully at me and then closed her eyes. I placed my hands on her shoulders and lightly dragged my fingers down her back. I then slid my fingers up around the back of her neck. Her breath caught slightly. I whispered into her ear, "Let's start with the basics. What kind of top should we look for?" As I said this I slid my hands gently down her arms. When I was level with her stomach my hands came together toward her belly button. "This is nice material, but I'm thinking something a little smoother." I lifted up her top enough to slide my fingers under and began to brush my fingertips lightly over her stomach, moving them slowly up towards her breasts, barely grazing them along the bottoms, returning down again, sending a shiver up her spine. She leaned back into my chest, surrendering to the sensations. "Maybe silk?" she breathed out. "Mmmm. Yes I think you're right." I used my index finger to briefly explore her belly button, then I slowly ran just the tips of my fingers along the waist band of her pajama bottoms. Her hips moved slightly. "But what color should it be?" I asked. As I said this my fingertips slowly made their way up towards her breasts again. I could hear her breathing become shallower. My fingertips continued upward and slid gently over both breasts, grazing her nipples, causing her to whimper softly. Then my fingers started their descent again. "Maybe a dark green?" she suggested followed by a soft gasp as my fingers slipped under the waist band of her pants. She grabbed the edges of her chair. I raked the tips of my finger nails gently down her thighs, all the way to the tops of her knees, all the while dragging her pajama bottoms along. She lifted slightly from her seat to comply. As I began to slide my fingertips back her legs parted slightly and her head fell back on my left shoulder. Midway up her thighs I slid them into the gap between her legs, slowly making their way towards her heat. Her hand grabbed the back of my head. As I got close to her panties I slid my fingers out over the tops of her thighs, barely brushing her outer lips. She let out a disappointed moan, followed by a soft nibbling of my earlobe. "What do you think," I breathed huskily into her ear. "Shorts... pants... skirt?" I then slid my hands underneath her ass. I caressed it for a second before sliding my hands forward along the bottoms of her thighs, giving her pants a final push, causing them to drop to the floor. I was now running my fingers all over her smooth thighs. "Mmmm... skirt." she purred into my ear. Her hand went to my crotch and began to investigate. My fingertips continued their journey, brushing over her panties, under her shirt, back up towards her breasts. "What about the bra?" As I asked this I grabbed the bottom of her top and pulled it over her head, tossing it on top of her pants. I wasted no time and grabbed both of her breasts firmly, kneading them and gently twisting her nipples between my fingers. Her breath caught in her throat. "Oh my god!" she gasped. She discontinued her exploration of my member, which was now at full attention. Both hands were now firmly grasping the sides of her stool. "Fuck! Mmmm... something lacy and black." Her hips started to rock slightly back and forth as I continued to squeeze and caress her. "Now..." My fingers turned downwards and began a slow swan dive towards where she needed it now. "What about... " their pace slowed to a crawl. She began to arch up towards my hands, letting out a soft whimper. "... your..." They continued down... almost there. "... stockings?" ...past her panties and along her thighs. "Oh my god you're a fuckhead!" She giggled and then began moaning softly in my ear as my hands continued their exploration of her thighs, getting closer and closer to her lips. Her legs spread wider as her hips continued to rock, hands still firmly gripped to the side of the stool. I sincerely admired her self-control. "And panties?" As I said this, I suddenly slid my right hand up to her mound and began a slow, firm massage along her lips, my middle finger burying itself in her folds through her panties, soaked through with anticipation. A loud moan echoed through the kitchen. I softly ran the finger nails of my left hand over her stomach and breasts. Goose bumps were now visible all over her skin. She pressed her head back over my shoulder letting out a silent moan. I bit her neck softly. "Oh fuck... oh fuck.. oh my god.. after this... I'm not sure.. mmm... I should wear panties again... mmm..." she gasped. "What a great idea." I whispered close to her ear. Then in one movement I slid my hand into her panties and thrust my middle finger deep inside of her. Her body arched up from the chair, her head reaching even further over my shoulder, almost pushing me over. I recentered my body and grabbed her right breast firmly, for my balance as much as her pleasure, pumping my finger in and out of her in a steady, circular rhythm, my finger rubbing against her upper wall, my palm rubbing against her clit. I felt her body shaking and tensing, her walls clamping around my finger. In that moment, crying out to the gods, she looked even more stunning. I held her close to me. Her spasms eventually stopped. I let her enjoy the afterglow. After a while I released her and turned her stool around until I had her centered to me, her knees held securely in my hands. Her face was flushed and eager. After staring into her eyes for a moment, I planted a soft kiss on her lips, allowing it to linger for a few moments before pulling away. Her brown eyes looked questioningly into mine. What felt like a thoroughly rakish smile spread across my lips as I asked, "Does Saturday night work for you?" ... A Promising Job Opportunity Ch. 02 From the journal of Avery Amore. ***** That night, thoughts of my encounter with Amy continually replayed themselves in my mind. The feel of her skin. Her smell. The way her body moved. Her moans and sighs. My whole being ached for her to be there with me. I wanted to trace my fingers over every inch of her body, just to watch how she responded. I wanted her to wrap her legs around my head as I drove her wild with my tongue. I wanted to entwine our bodies together, pulling her in as close as possible, all the while knowing that it could never be close enough. Lying there in the darkness, I felt the blood pumping into my cock. I felt cascades of pleasure spread through me as each memory surfaced. I ran my fingers up and down my body allowing myself to become completely lost in my senses. From time to time the pleasure would crescendo until all my muscles would tense, my breath catching in my throat. I remember a girl in high school once asked me how often I masturbated. I confessed to her that I'd never tried it. She was incredulous, and rightfully so. But truth be told it had never occurred to me to do so until that conversation. When I eventually did try it, I was underwhelmed to say the least. I had already been sexually active for a number of years and in that time had become well-acquainted with the joys of delayed gratification. I was thus compelled to leave this activity by the wayside. My first sexual relationship was with a blond-haired angel starting my first year of high school. Crystal. Even thinking about her now, all the time we spent together, causes an aching in my heart that I suspect will never fully heal. When she went out of state for college three years later, I did my best to put things back together, but one can only do so much at that age. I still remember the first time we spoke to each other. She was in the grade above me and very cute. I would always feel a shiver run up my spine whenever I passed her in the hallway. She came up to me out of the blue one day while I was at my locker. "Hi," she said. "Hi." "Why are you always looking at me?" she asked nervously. "What do you mean?" "In the hallway, every time we pass each other, you're always looking at me." I looked at her with a genuinely puzzled expression and said, "Because you're beautiful." That was the first time I made a girl blush. It would not be the last. ... Amy and I had agreed to begin the night at a bar downtown that Saturday. She would pick me up at my place around nine. I had been at my window, deeply engaged in my favorite sport, people watching, when she pulled up in her sports car. I like to invent stories for the people that I see walking past. That old lady walking her dog just finished visiting her husband in the hospital. Between the medical bills piling up and the loneliness of her apartment, these walks are the only thing that keep her sane. No one would have guessed that this teenage boy dressed like a gutter punk comes from one of the wealthiest families in the city, and that this is just his way of acting out, showing how much he doesn't approve of his parent's lifestyle. This attractive young lady here, dressed so conservatively, is actually one of the finest burlesque dancers in the city. Known as Lilandra, she plays to her middle eastern heritage by wearing veils, beads, henna, and is known for causing at least one older gentleman per week to faint from too much excitement. But who was this young brunette parked on the opposite side of the street? This one must remain a mystery. One must never go into a date with any assumptions or expectations. As I headed downstairs I felt the familiar surge of excitement course up my spine. When I was in high school (while studying for a physics test) I started imagining that the earth itself sensed the potential of my impending adventure and would send an extra shot of energy through my feet to help me. Still to this day it causes me to pull my shoulders back a little and take a deep breath. I walked out the front door of my building into the cool night air. I was ready to have some fun. She saw me as I was crossing the street towards her and smiled mischievously as only the young can do. We were immortal after all. As I approached the center line I noticed a bus to my right coming towards me in the lane between us. I stopped and made a show of waiting impatiently for this last obstacle. As soon as the bus blocked us from each other's sight, I dashed quickly back along its length, cutting left as soon as I reached its rear end, slid between two parked cars, and quickly made my way along the sidewalk to the passenger side of her car. I leaned into the open window with a sigh. Definitely one of the cutest heart attacks I have ever seen. "Oh my god you scared the shit out of me!" She said holding her hands over her chest. "I figured the sooner I could bring a flush to your cheeks the better." She shot me a grin. "Right now you're three and oh. I'm going to have to up my game tonight." I smiled at her then opened the door. As I fell into the seat I started to say, "Call me old fashioned, but in my day whenever a date would come pick me up she would always get the door for..." Saying these last words I had started to turn my head towards her. She was waiting. She mashed her lips into mine. Her tongue shot into my mouth where she was eagerly greeted by my own. I felt her hand go behind my head, pulling me towards her. I came willingly. When she eventually pulled away and looked at my face she began to laugh. "Well it's about time. Amy's on the board! Whoo!" I laughed. "You may have won this round my dear, but the night is far from ov..." I was again cut off mid sentence. I had just noticed her outfit. She had indeed decided on a green, short sleeved silk top, with black patterning along the sleeves and the v-neck which gave a glimpse of her black lacy bra. Her skirt was black, loose, and probably would have gone to about the middle of her thigh if she hadn't been sitting down. "See anything you like?" She looked at me with her head tilted, causing a few strands of her brunette hair to fall into her eyes. A seductive look came over her face which sent a small shiver up my spine. I held her gaze for a few seconds before replying, "Yes." "Tell me." "Everything." "I see. Suddenly a man of few words," she said with a smirk. "You look stunning," I replied with a bewildered shrug, "But I was wondering..." She smiled, "Wondering what?" "Hmmm... maybe I'll just ask you later." "Oh no. Not this again." she laughed. "I guess I could find out for myself." It only took her a beat before a look of understanding spread over her face. "You're wondering about... another piece of clothing?" She shot me a dangerous smile. "I seem to remember you being excited about the idea." "Well, I guess you'll just have to find out." I spent a few seconds considering doing just that, staring into her brown eyes which were now looking at me invitingly. At what felt like the absolute breaking point, I turned away and put on my seat belt. "How far is this place?" I flashed her a cheeky grin. ... The bar turned out to be nice and casual, A spot for the city's young to come and mingle. The best part in my opinion was that the music was at the perfect volume. The first thing I notice about any place I walk into is the music. I've walked out of a fair number of bars where the music was too loud for my sensitive ear drums. Personally, I like to be able to have conversations without having to raise my voice. Anyone who has ever ridden in the car with me knows that I am forever in search of the volume that will ensure an optimal driving experience. I swore to myself that if I came across the manager I would congratulate him or her on their success. We decided to shoot some pool. There were four tables, all of which were in use. Amy offered to buy the first round of drinks, while I went over to the tables to find someone who was leaving. Luckily a young couple was just finishing up their last game. They went to the local college and told me how this was by far their favorite bar in the city. I drew their attention to the volume of the music. I waxed eloquent about the perils and pitfalls of finding the correct volume and very emphatically stated that there was in fact only one correct volume. I laughed as they both raised their eyes to look at the music, as if it could be seen wafting through the air, and then simultaneously lowered their gaze back to me, both bearing expressions of mock amazement. "It IS perfect." the girl exclaimed. The guy said, "Reminds me of Zappa's "perfect note", the only note that it is possible to play that is absolutely correct." I liked these guys. I asked them if they wanted to play one more game, us versus them. They readily agreed. Just then Amy walked up, and I let her know the plan. They introduced themselves as Sean and Kim. The game turned out to be pretty evenly matched and a lot of fun. All four of us were getting along so well in fact, that I was considering suggesting that we go best out of three after the game. Alas this was not to be. It might have been slightly my fault. Amy was lining up for a shot at the eight ball to win the game when I put my hand over my eyes and shook my head. "What?!" she asked. "Am I REALLY going to have to come over there and give you a lesson?" I remember thinking how that smile was going to be the death of me. I made my way over to her, still bent over and lined up on the shot. I formed myself into her stance from behind, her left hand at the front of the stick and right hand at the back. Leaning my head down to hers I whispered in her ear, "You look tense. I know this is an important game but you simply MUST loosen up if we're going to make this happen." She turned her head towards me. The twinkle in her eyes more than made up for the fact that her mouth was hidden behind her shoulder. "First you need to adjust your hand placement on the back of the stick." As I said this I ran my hand lightly down her right arm and guided her hand along the stick. She wiggled her butt into my cock to indicate she understood. "Now I'd like you to relax your left shoulder a bit." I ran the fingernails of my left hand from her elbow up to her shoulder and along her neck, brushing her hair behind her ear. I then took her earlobe into my mouth, sucking it between my lips. She let out a soft moan. I planted three soft kisses trailing down her neck followed by a playful bite just above her collar bone. She giggled and squirmed in my arms. I squeezed her to me and whispered in her ear, "You got this." I gave her a peck on the cheek and then stood aside to let her shoot. I glanced over at Sean and Kim and noticed that as she leaned back into him, her arm had found its way between their bodies to his crotch. She noticed me looking and gave me a flushed smile. Amy made the shot. Leaning her stick on the table she turned to me and let out a whoop of victory, arms raised above her head. She let them fall on my shoulders and standing up on tip toe gave me a kiss that made my toes curl. "Thanks for the lesson." she smiled at me. I smiled back and pressed my lips back into hers. "Nice shot," said Sean who had walked up to us. "I think we're going to head out." He was smiling from ear to ear as Kim hung off of him like a necklace. "Yeah, I need to go home and fuck his brains out." she grinned, obviously a little tipsy. "Perfectly understandable," Amy replied with a knowing smile. "It was downright selfish of us to keep you two here this long. Our night's just started and I'm already hot and bothered." We all laughed at this. "Seriously though, we had a blast with you guys. We come here a lot so hopefully we'll see you again some time." Ben said. "I hope so too, man." I replied. We exchanged farewells, and I watched them walk towards the bar to settle up. I felt slightly sorry to see them go and genuinely hoped to see them again. I took a deep breath and smiled complacently at Amy. "I like people." She looked at me with bemusement then, seeing that I was being sincere, she smiled, "Me too." I suggested we play one more game then go out dancing. She raised her eyebrow at me. "You like to dance?" I exhaled dramatically. "Well I'm not sure 'like' is the right word. It's more of an uncontrollable urge really. Sometimes it gets so strong... that I can't control myself," I said with mock seriousness as I encircled her in my arms. "It can be pretty embarrassing sometimes. I might be standing in an elevator when all of a sudden... the beat starts." She giggled. "I feel the sweat start to drip down my forehead as I try to hold back, but the urge is just too strong. The beat always wins. Suddenly, I grab the nearest person... and we dance... whether they want to or not." I said the last few words with teeth clenched and a look of conviction. She was cracking up. When she finished laughing I leaned in and planted a kiss on her, nibbling lightly on her lower lip for a second before pulling her across me, dipping her towards the floor and looking into her eyes. "Shall we skip the last game?" She bit her lip and nodded her head. ... Amy suggested we go to a dance club which she described as "like a rave but with better music". I'd never personally heard any electronic music that I found interesting, so I readily agreed. In the car on our way there I ran my eyes over her body while she drove. Her skirt had ridden up even further than before. My angle of incidence was decreasing, and it was starting to have an effect on me. She noticed me looking and asked, "Still wondering what choice I went with?" "The anticipation is literally killing me. I mean, I'm assuming the brain needs a certain amount of blood to keep from drying up." She smiled and then reached over to grab my cock through my pants, causing me to gasp. She began to run her hands up and down its length. As she stroked my it I managed to get out between gasps, "I see a light... Should I... go towards it you think?" She giggled and pulled her hand away. "Well if that's the case I better lay off." I gave her my most pitiful look. I was genuinely disappointed. "Oh PLEASE!" she laughed. "You've been taunting me since day one. Two can play at that game." I placed my hand over my heart and lowered my head, "My lady, you have found me out. I only hope you can forgive me for my atrocious behavior." "Thou art a rogue and a scoundrel, and I will see thee hanged by thy toes before the night is out!" she said dramatically. I laughed while I swooned. I liked this girl. ... As we drove by the club, I noted the line was quite long. Not that I minded. In or out of the club, I would still be with Amy. As we walked through the parking lot I grabbed her from behind and shouted, "The beat! I can already feel it taking over! It's too late for me but you can still escape!" She giggled. "God I love dancing! I think girls have to like it. It's so intimate, even without a partner. When you lose yourself it's so... intimate is actually the only word I can think of, but with yourself. You're just there... suspended by the music." I watched her eyes light up as she said this, searching for the right words to describe the indescribable. This was something important in her life. I slid my arm over her shoulder and pulled her to me, kissing her on the side of the head. I liked this girl a lot. When we reached the end of the line she pulled away from me and grabbed my hand, leading me towards the front. She waved to one of the bouncers as we approached. He smiled in recognition and unhooked the rope to let us in. We followed him just inside the doorway. She gave him a hug and a peck on the cheek. "Hey you!" "Hey, Amy. How you doing girl?" "Pretty good so far." He then turned his head to size me up. He turned back to Amy, giving her a quick arch of the eyebrows followed by a smirk. "You two have fun." I slid my arm back over her shoulders as we headed towards the music. "I wonder how often I would have to come here before he'd let me in for a hug." She smiled guiltily at me. "I always slip a little something into his back pocket during the hug." I laughed, and we continued down the hallway. When we emerged into the main area, I stopped to take it all in. There was only one room, several stories tall and completely open. The dance floor was huge with a DJ high up in a box jutting out from the wall. Lasers rose and fell in time to the beat. Smoke periodically shot out of holes in the ceiling into the crowd. There were two bar areas raised several feet higher than the dance floor, one on each side of the room. There was a lounge area along the back wall, raised higher still, with couches shaped into a series of U's with low tables in the middle. Attractive women weaved through the crowd with glow in the dark trays. The music was loud, as it should be in a place like this I reflected with a sigh. It was absolutely packed. Amy pinched my arm. I looked at her, and she indicated for me to listen to the music. It was interesting. The beat was heavy, wrapped in a fluid, synthesized melody which contrasted beautifully. Then the music crescendoed as what sounded like a tiger's roar came in and was immediately modulated and sent around the room via speakers in a way that made it sound like it was whipping the beat out to the crowd. Someone had put meticulous care into creating this. It was undeniably cool. I nodded my approval to Amy. She shot a "told you so" look at me, before turning and pulling me through the crowd towards the bar. She ordered a couple of shots. We downed them, and, with a wink, she began pulling me out to the dance floor. Wading through the crowd was an experience in itself. At one point I lost my balance and bumped into a girl, almost knocking her over. I caught her at the last second and apologized as best I could without her being able to hear me over the music. She smiled at the worried look on my face, pinched my cheeks, and gave me a peck on the lips. When she saw Amy looking at us, she gave her a wink and a sexy smile before continuing to dance. Amy and I traded bemused looks. I mouthed to her, "I.. like.. people." She laughed, and we continued on through the crowd. Eventually we settled on a spot more or less in the center. Now, I'm definitely not what you would call a talented dancer, but luckily for guys, less is usually more when it comes to being in a club. Even though I wasn't exactly "tearing it up" out there, what little I did do was absolutely brimming with swag, I assure you. I wasn't there to show off anyway. I was there to share space... and watch. As it turned out, watching her dance was an absolute treat. As soon as she started I felt the balance of power begin to swing firmly in her direction. This was her realm, and I was ready to be led. With the smoke and lasers all around her she quickly lost herself to the music. There was no affectation in her dancing. It was free and natural while still oozing sexuality. Her arms floated around her body like cloth being blown in the wind. Her ass swayed and and shook unpredictably, seemingly never doing the same thing twice. Eventually she grabbed my hand and pulled me behind her. I ran my hands all over her body as we swayed and bounced back and forth with each other. Her head fell back onto my shoulder, and her hand grabbed the back of my head as she ground her ass against my groin. I ran my hands down her body then lifted her hands into the air. My hands then returned back down her arms and caressed her all the way down to her ass.