Cris stood in her office and watched the crowd with a glass of whiskey in her hand. Sometimes she’d entertain guests there, but tonight she was alone. Solitude soothed her soul on nights like this; busy nights where she had to constantly restock liquor behind the bar, fill special requests for entitled assholes (read: politicians) who wanted private rooms, and check with security because there were at least a few guys doing poppers in the bathroom or getting too handsy with the dancers.
She’d been running this club for seven years now, and nothing got past her. That’s why Cris knew when she walked in. Well she didn’t actually know, but she could feel it. Even through the one-way glass she could feel the energy shift, she saw heads turn. She’s back. It took her all but five seconds to scan the floor and find her.
After taking a moment to admire her face— the strong lines of her cheekbones, round lips covered in dark red lipstick, almond-shaped brown eyes that sparkled in the strobe lights— Cris’s eyes fell to the curve of her hips and she licked her lips, taking a shaky breath. She was an ass lover after all, and the way the rose-colored fabric stretched across her thighs was so deliciously sinful, Cris was silently begging her to turn around.
As if she had read her mind, the woman turned on the balls of her feet and headed toward the bar, giving Cris the perfect view of her heart-shaped backside. Fuck. She watched her slink over to the bar as graceful as a gazelle, and Cris felt like a lion stalking its prey. It wasn’t often that Cris felt completely consumed by a woman she didn’t even know, hell it was actually never. But this woman had captivated her since she’d first come into The Playhouse the first Friday of September. It was now the end of October and she’d been there every Friday since.
Cris watched as Rhonda, one of the bartenders, handed her what looked to be a martini. She smiled and tried to give her her card, but Rhonda simply shook her head and winked at her. What a fuckin’ player... giving away free drinks at my bar. In that moment, Cris decided to head down there herself. She’d be damned if Rhonda got to her before she did. Rhonda would fuck a goddamn teddy bear if it had a slit and a nice rack. Cris had spent enough time watching her. She was acting like a silly teenager with a crush.
Cris took one big swig of her whiskey to kill the glass and felt the warmth travel down her spine, spread to her fingertips and....other places. Sitting the glass down on her desk, Cris turned away from the glass finally and headed for the stairs. By the time she made it down the stairs, Red was no longer by the bar. Red. Yeah that’s what I’ll call her. Cris looked every which way, scanned every face to find her again and when she did her breath left her lungs and caught in her throat.
There she was in the middle of the dance floor dancing alone like no one was watching her, with her hands in the air and a smile on her face. The way the light kissed her dress and brown skin as she swayed her hips was downright sinful. Cris let her eyes travel up her body; from her shapely legs to her slim waistline, past her small tits that didn’t seem to need a bra, and landed on her sultry red lips once more. Fuck I need another glass of whiskey.
Their eyes locked and the hairs on the back of her neck stood up. Red’s almost black eyes peered into her hazel ones like a mischievous cat. The curiosity and intrigue was as clear as day even in the flashing neon lights. Cris watched as Red’s lips moved, attempting to talk to her, but she couldn’t hear a thing over the loud house music.
Cris stepped toward her and let her arm circle around her so that her hand rested on her lower back and she put her ear to Red’s face. The palm of her hand itched with the desire to grip her ass and see if it was as soft as it looked but she didn’t want to push her luck.
“So you’ve finally decided to come out and play with me, yeah?” A chill ran down Cris’s spine as Red’s lips brushed against her ear as she spoke. Her soft voice had a bit of a raspiness to it that made Cris want to wrap her hand around Red’s throat and squeeze.
“What do you mean by finally?” Cris turned her head to look at Red’s face and a coy smirk was there teasing at her lips and her right eyebrow lifted up in a way that said she wasn’t taking the shit.
“Oh, you can’t lie to me, darling. Sometimes you’re sitting by the bar staring at me, sometimes you’re over at the security booth staring at me, sometimes I don’t know where you are but I can feel you... staring at me.”
Cris could only stare for a moment, blinking with her mouth slightly agape. What the fuck? She tried to think of something witty to say but the only thing that managed to come out of her mouth was, “I’m in my office a lot of the times you come in.”
“I’m assuming that’s up there?” Red pointed to the one-way glass above the dance floor that gave everyone in the club a good look at themselves.
“You’re smart.” Cris winced internally, she had a tendency to come off abrasive when trying not to come off nervous.
The smirk that had been playing at Red’s lips since they first started speaking finally broke into a toothy smile. And just as quickly as it appeared, it was gone. “Mmph,” she said “take me there. I want to see it.”
Normally, Cris would take a girl like this to the bathroom, bend her over the sink, give her a good fucking spanking and maybe slip a finger in her ass for good measure, demanding things of her like that. But the look in Red’s eyes told Cris that she was not one to submit so easily, that she would have to work for it; so she let her hand go to the small of Red’s back once more and led her through the dance floor to the stairs.
As the pair made their way up the stairs the anticipation was really starting to make Cris sweat. Every time she blinked she saw behind her eyes all the fucked up things she wanted to do to this woman. She imagined pushing Red’s naked body face-first up against the glass with a fistful of her hair in Cris’s hand as the other hand held Red’s arms behind her back as she fucked her with the ten-inch dildo she kept in her desk for times just like this.
“Well, are you going to open the door?”
Shit. Cris hadn’t even realized they’d made it all the way up the stairs and were now standing in the walkway in front of her office door. As Cris fumbled with the key and opened the door, she looked over her shoulder to see Red looking at her expectantly yet knowingly. A bit too much so, almost as if she knew something Cris didn’t. Cris pushed the door open and stepped aside to let Red walk through first and let her eyes follow the sway of her hips as she watched Red walk through the door.
“This is nice, it looks and feels so much bigger than it looks from the outside.”
“It’s the glass, it opens up the room.” Cris watched as Red walked around the office, taking everything in. Red traced her fingers over the edge of the mahogany desk as she approached the gold-detailed bookshelf to its left.