Wait by the door.

You follow the little minx with your eyes, and then with your feet as she heads into the ladies room. You walk past the door, towards the fire door that leads to the street. You could sense the hunger in her before she popped off to the bathroom. She wants what you have. Time to show her that it's available for the taking.
When the door opens, and you see her face, you reach out to grab her around the waist, putting your hand over her mouth. She squirms and struggles, but you whisper in her ear.
"Shh....it's just me."
"Mm?" she questions against your hand, and you let go of her mouth, to explore her stomach and hips with both hands, pulling her close, letting her feel your hard cock against her ass.
"J..James....what's gotten into you...." she's not stopping your explorations, and you slide your hands into the waistband of her miniskirt, cause her to intake breath sharply. "Mmmf....hello there..." she moans softly as you pull her toward the door, deeper into darkness. You push one hand down and are pleasantly surprised to find no panties between you and her warm cunt.
"Sammi...you bad girl. Going no panties and a skirt?" You rub her clit, while you squeeze her tit with the other hand.
"James..this is crazy....your wife...."
"You've been eye-fucking me for too long, little Sam. Do you want this, or not?" You nibble her neck, and she shudders.
"Oh...fuck...I do...God help me I really do...."
"Then what are you waiting for?"
Sammi turns, and pushes you through the door to the alleyway behind the club. You press her up against the wall next to the doorway, kissing her aggressively and passionately while she fumbles for your belt. "This is so wrong..." she breathes.
"Doesn't that make it better?" you growl, and you swear you can feel her melting in your grasp.
"Fuck....totally..." she slides down the wall to her knees, freeing your cock and wasting no time getting it in her mouth.