The Contortionist

Sara Rodriguez stepped off the bus and sauntered down the busy city street. Evening had fallen, and the pavement was crowded with nightlife, but the crowds seemed to make way before the click of her stilettos. Jaws dropped on men and women alike as they caught sight of the Latina - and her outfit. Her face was beautiful, framed by long waves of silky chocolate, sunglasses hiding her eyes but only enhancing her exotic allure. It was impossible for the eye not to be drawn to her chest, though, and the plunging neckline that went all the way to her bejewelled belly button - or more specifically, the hefty breasts whose gravity-defying curves were so dramatically emphasised. Her matt black dress seemed to cling to her hourglass figure, parting to expose her long, toned legs with each step.

Dozens of men tried to approach the sexy, stylish woman as she parted the fray, but she merely continued right past them, her head never turning an inch. Eventually she reached her destination: a prestigious nightclub available only to the elite. Striding past the queue, the bouncers did a double-take as she approached. When she lowered her sunglasses to reveal fiery brown eyes, their gorgeous shape brought out by a bold black eyeliner, she was ushered right in. They didn't even check her tiny diamond-studded handbag.

The Latina beelined to the bar, where she elegantly slipped onto a barstool. The man next to her, a black man dressed in a tailored tuxedo, immediately turned to address her, leaning casually against the oak.

"Can I get you a drink?"

A smile tugged at the corner of her full lips. "I'm charmed, Mr...?"

"Musa," he replied. "Charles Musa. And what may I call the beautiful lady sitting next to me?"

She removed her sunglasses, her eyes entrancing him with a gentle strength, never wavering from his face. "Sara Rodriguez."

"How very alluring." Charles' smile widened. His voice was a deep bass but smooth and rich. "Well, Miss Rodriguez, you look like a woman who might enjoy a Moscow Mule."

Sara laughed musically. "How incredible, that's my favourite drink." It wasn't, but he would never know. As the stranger ordered for them both, she uncrossed her legs and tucked her feet under her stool, also lightly adjusting her dress to maximise his view of her tits.

"So, Mr Musa. Tell me about yourself," invited the bombshell.

"Please, call me Charles," he gestured. "I chair a... family business. Perhaps you've heard of Crescent Banking?"

Sara dipped her head, feigning embarrassment. "I'm afraid not, but it sounds very interesting." She leaned in to whisper in his ear, her musky aroma washing over the thirty-something billionaire. "Could we continue this somewhere a little more... private?"

"It would be my pleasure," Charles dipped his head. Leading this beautiful woman through a side door to his private room, complete with bar and disco, he struggled to contain his pounding heart. Sure, he had bedded other beautiful woman before, but dare he say it had become a little too repetitive. They were always only interested in because of his name and his billions. But not only was this woman perhaps hotter than any he had ever seen, she seemed genuinely unfamiliar with Crescent: she was attracted to him, not his business, and that realization made him the most excited he had been since he lost his virginity.

"Juliet here will be happy to make you another Moscow Mule, or any drink you desire," Musa offered.

Sara cast the blonde bartender a disdainful look, then turned back to the billionaire, looping her arms around his neck. "I'd rather get to know you on a more intimate basis."

Placing his hand on the small of the Latina's back, Charles nodded to the bartender, whose gorgeous face twitched with dislike for the newcomer, but wordlessly exited the room.

"Mmm, at last," purred the bombshell, reaching up to mouth his ebony neck. However, Charles was a man who knew what he wanted, and lifted her onto her toes to plant a deep, passionate kiss on her glistening lips, which had been distracting him since she first sat down. Rodriguez sank into the kiss, parting her mouth to allow his tongue access to caress hers, as his hands ran along the delicious curves of her body. The beautiful woman's flawless hands slid down his chest, down his strong abdomen, to smoothly undo his trousers and release his big black cock.

Pulling back from his mouth, Sara gave him a predatory grin, and wrapped her manicured fingers around his manhood.