Clubbing and Grinding.

She runs her tongue over her teeth, grinning as she stares into my eyes. I reach out and touch her hand, she tilts her head. I slip my fingers past hers and onto the envelope. I slide it back towards her.

“May I have this dance?”

She bites her lip and tilts her head, “There could be nudes in there… I’ll give you a chance to change your mind.” The challenge is clear.

“I’m a patient man. I can wait until date number two.”

The muscles in my legs tense. She said that so casually... But I have to commit to this now, I can't show doubt to her.

An expression akin to lust passes by her face, her chin tilting up, her mouth twitching into a smile. “Interesting.” She takes the photos back and slips them back into her purse. “No changing your mind, Erik.”

Amelia pays our bill and leaves a tip, I can only assume it is ridiculously generous by the way the waiter's eyes bulge and the stumbling of his words. I mean, it’s either that or he got a glimpse down her cleavage.
Amelia snakes her arm through mine, pressing her side into me, her breasts jiggling with every step. Taking the stairs down to the club is a magical experience in itself. I fully believe that she slowed down time and jiggled her tits just a little bit more for me when she realised I was staring.

We make our way through the front of the club, some glances at Amelia, none for me (expected). We reach a bouncer towards the back, standing in front of what I assume is a bit more of a ‘VIP’ Area. He glances at me and then at Amelia. Amelia fishes for a small card that she hands to the bouncer; his eye darts across the small card, flashlight in hand.

He hands the card back, and with a thick islander accent. “Welcome back, Mrs Revers.” He stands to the side and pulls the curtain to the side. She drags me through.

Bro, who the fuck is this woman?

Similar to the front of the club, this one is just filled with patrons who were born with golden spoons in their mouths, lavish dresses, suits, and wine that predates my parents. She guides me through the crowd towards the bar, smoke machine giving the place ambience, thumping R&B, dark and strobing lights.

The bartender slides her two drinks. I reach out to grab mine from her, but she pulls it away, a sly smile on her face. She grabs my chin, tilting my head back, placing the glass at my lips, she whispers, low into my ear,
“Drink baby…”
I’m more than happy to open my mouth and let the drink burn down my throat, “Good boy.” She coos before pulling back, grabbing her own drink and handing it to me. “Return the favour?”

I return the movement, brushing my thumb on her lip before grabbing her chin, guiding it open. I tilt the drink into her mouth, she keeps eye contact the whole time, she steps back before the drink finishes, a drop falling down onto her breasts. She looks at me and then down, “Will the gentleman help clean me up?” I lean forward, fully prepared to lick it straight off, but she grabs me by the shoulders, giggling.

“So cheeky.” She fingers the moisture, collecting it with her finger before sucking on it sensually, her eyes meeting mine the entire time.

“Are you happy to just sit here, Erik? Or are you going to dance with me?”

“Do you even have to ask?”

I walk us out onto the dancefloor, I don’t let hesitation stop me, I hold her by the wrist and pull her close, putting a hand on her hip, she gasps and leans into me as I move my hips to the beat.

“Very brave...” She mutters as she presses her breasts into my chest, putting her arms on my shoulder.

I could not tell you what is happening right now, but Amelia has her eyes half closed, her crotch gyrating against mine; there’s no denying it, she can feel how utterly hard I am for her.

“What would Vi think if she saw you here with me?” She whispers over the music.
I tighten my grip on her hips, dry humping to the beat of the music. “What would Leon say?”
She tenses up before giggling, letting the question hang and continuing to dance.

“Amelia?” I meet her eyes as her chest presses tighter against me, a tall olive-skinned man pressing up behind her.
She holds a finger up, shushing me as she arches her ass into him. Her chest pressing against me. She stays silent, just grinding her ass into him, her chest into me, her right hand reaches for me, caressing my neck, my chest, abs before coming back up. Her other hand goes behind her, grabbing the jawline of the man behind her. She breathes shakily, touching us both. I reach up from her hips, snaking my hand up, cupping her breast, with a squeeze. She grins, and her hands drop. She presses her thigh into my bulge, biting her lip as she grinds against me.

She turns and says something to the man; his face loses some of its colour as he leans back and takes a look at my professor. He nods and glances at me before walking away.

“That’s quite enough for tonight, Mr Doe.”

Her lips press against my cheek, the calmness and quietness of the car a stark, jarring contrast to the club; her lips linger before pulling back.

“Did you enjoy yourself, Mr Doe?”

“I'm already looking forward to our second date.”

She smirks before unlocking the car door, “Goodnight, Mr Doe.”

I step out and smile innocently as I lean on the car window, “Goodnight, Ammie.”

She smirks before pulling away, engine revving as she turns off into the other road.

I fall back on my bed, hands behind my head. What the fuck happened? It all went so fast… My mind flashes to the final part of the club…. Who the _fuck _is this woman?