The girl in black

I stood up, walking towards the womanin the dark corset. Martini in hand, I passed some clusters of girls, feeling their eyes on me as I strode past them, chin slightly in the air. It was a skill I learned from my mother, walk like you have a right to go where you're going and everyone else will duly step out of the way.

I stopped in front of her and took a swig of my Martini before looking down. The woman could not be more then two years older then me. She returned my gaze and I held it, keeping my face impassive. She didn't say anything and neither did I. I felt my heart beat in my chest harder and harder as we locked gazes and from one moment to the next it had become a contest of wills. The murmuring around me became a background noise, the music the skittering of an insect under the leaves. I saw her hands move her dress over the slit it had in the front, but still she didn't look away.

With the slightest smile on my lips, I moved my hands over my bare stomach, then slowly upwards, brushing the exposed curves of my breasts with my fingernails. I saw her eyes flicker ever so shortly and in that instant she knew she had lost. I grinned triumphantly as I saw her pout, her red lip sticking out delightfully.

"You are mine for tonight, pet."

I felt my heart skip a beat as I saw the minimal nod of her head.