A beautiful woman.

Angel couldn’t break away from the eyes that stared back at her. Even among the dancing crowd, Angel could see the stunning woman as if they were the only two in the club. The woman’s porcelain skin allowed her dark raven hair and ice blue eyes to stand out in the crowd. With a quick nod the woman seemed to gesture Angel to come to the dance floor. Completely forgetting about her newly made club friends, Angel stood up and made her way towards the crowd in front of the DJ. The shouting and complaints of “Emily” leaving them fell on her deaf ears as she slowly squeezed through the dancing mob to stand face to face with the gorgeous pale woman.

Without saying a word the mysterious woman took Angel's soft fair skinned hand and pulled her deeper into the dance floor. The woman wore tight leather pants, black heels, and a black cross bandage crop top that was so tight it could have been part of her pale skin. She slowly twirled the young blonde and until she was behind her. Angel felt goosebumps as she felt the woman's arm wrap around her waist, closing the distance between Angel's ass and her crotch. The raven haired woman began to dance, slowly gyrating her hips. Feeling aroused and unsure what to do next, Angel began to move her hips in tandem, pushing her ass more and more into the stranger.

"Miss your boyfriends over there?" whispered the woman, sounding playful but also seductive. Angel melted at the words, knowing the woman's lips were inches away from her ear. She began to smell a strong lavender as she breathed it in, making her head dizzy.

"Not my boyfriends," replied Angel, a bit of hesitation in her voice.

"Oh good," exclaimed the woman, "because I want you all to myself." Angel felt the mysterious woman's hands explore her body. One hand slowly glided cross the nylon/spandex dress material and between Angel's thighs. The other slipped into the plunging V front of her dress and subtly massaged her left breast. The agent gave out a soft moan as she let herself be touched, not breaking her rhythm of her hips to the music. She could feel herself getting wetter with each touch.

Suddenly the woman retracted her hands and spun Angel around. Angel's face was a mere few inches away from her dance partner's. A pale hand wrapped around the back of Angel's neck as their thighs interlocked. Their rhythm recuperated as the both resumed their hips moving, but now towards each other. For a moment Angel couldn't believe she was basically humping this complete stranger on the dance floor. But there was just something about her that made her irresistible.

"What's your name?" asked the raven haired woman, who was now timing her breathing to talk.

Angel panted, but then was able to muster up "Emily...yours?"

"Victoria," the woman replied with a smile before pushing Angel's face towards her. Angel was caught off guard from the embrace, the smell of lavender and the soft lips now caressing hers. She didn't fight Victoria and opened her mouth, letting the pale woman's tongue tease hers. Victoria pulled back and moved her hand to Angel's cheek.

"Now then Emily," Victoria whispered and then paused. Almost instantaneously, the ice blue eyes that glared into Angels slowly turned a dark red. Angel began to feel flush as her already aroused body began to ache to be fucked at any cost. "Why don't we take this somewhere private?"

Angel couldn't speak. She was mesmerized by the crimson eyes, the lavender aroma, and desperately wanting to rip her clothes of and be taken by Victoria. All she could do was nod in compliance. Victoria shot her a devilish grin, grabbed her by the hand, and lead her off the dance floor. Mihai passed by, standing as tall as he could looking for "Emily." Little did he know he had missed her by three seconds.