This is a work in progress. It is gonna be a little longer than I normally post, but did this story by request so I hope you enjoy. Let me know what you think....Thanks

Standing outside the club, the breeze blowing through your hair and around you. Glancing up at the small gecko that they have on the sign, the lights shining around it. Your eyes being drawn across the street and the highway just barely down the road to the skyline. The lights and neons that highlight Dallas at night shining brightly against the darkness, the haze around them looking like a constant battle. Glancing down at your watch and seeing that you still have almost 10 minutes before they open the door. Your mind wondering if you will see him here again, and even going back as far as to the first time you saw him.

It was your first time to come to the club, your cousin talking about you both going all week. Knowing bits and pieces of about it from hearing people talk about “The Church”. But nothing they said was enough to prepare you for when you finally got in. Both you and your cousin dressing for the atmosphere, the dark surreal environment that will be found once you step through the door. Your cousin standing there in a blood red dress, the curves of her breasts showing through the heart shaped opening at the top of her dress. The black choker tight around her neck with a red stone setting right in the middle of her neck. That night you had worn a black dress that fit to your curves, tight enough to show that you had an incredible figure, but hiding enough to remain a mystery.

As you walked through the door of “The Church”, watch as the door girl was stamping the hands of the people old enough to drink, the rest just paid and went through. Glancing around as you slowly made your way through the double doors, the winding staircase first filling your vision. The red carpet overlaying the black material, as it followed the curve of the wall up to the second floor. Finally getting the stamp on your hand, you see the foyer of the club. A short bar right along the right hand wall, the staircase going up over the top of it and disappearing. Right in front of you another bar longer than the first, stretching across almost the entire wall and going into the room to the right. To the left, a few red couches setting against the wall and two round tables. At the end nearest the bar is a long table, its little lights illuminating the articles resting on the soft velvet cloth. Following your cousin over, you notice all the different jewelry that is laying there.

Reaching down and holding a few of the pieces against your skin, admiring how they look and add to beauty. The mirror reflecting the sheer beauty that is admired by all of the guys everywhere you go. One piece catching your eyes, the choker designed after an Indian necklace. The white bone material in sharp contrasts to the black stone feather that is hanging from the front. The double strands tight around your skin as you cousin helps you to hook it around your neck. With great reluctance you remove it and place it back on the black velvet, the amount on the tag is staggering for the one piece you would give everything to have. Turning your back to the table, your eyes finally come to rest on the dance floor off in the distance. The room that the big bar disappeared into looking like a half circle, the straight wall ending in two banisters running up to the curved second floor. At the base of each one a small circular dance stage, the brass railings going around the edges, and a solid brass pole right in the center of each one. The big crescent dance stage centered between the two smaller circles. Framing the dance floor, a stretch of red carpet about 5 feet wide before another set of brass rails. Laying behind them the round tables with the solid couch against the wall, chairs sitting with their backs towards the dance floor.

Following their curve your eyes see the DJ’s booth, the cage painted black as night, a subtle hint of a light being able to be seen even from all the way across the room. Your eyes finally flowing upwards to see the curvature of the second floor, the tables lining the edges and above the booth for the DJ you can see there are some more of the blood red couches that people are already congregating on. The dance floor already starting to have people heading out onto it, their smooth movements flowing with the music that is reverberating through every. Your cousin grabbing your hand and pulling you to the first of the smaller circles closest to the bar. You both sliding quickly under the railings as a new song starts. Glancing down as you see single people and couples start slowly swaying to the music. Closing your eyes and feeling the tempo building inside you, your hands slowly sliding along your sides. Your hips swaying seductively like the music that is playing. Moving your hands and body, as you would envision a phantom pair sliding around your body. Never touching the most vital areas, but just teasingly to tantalize every fiber of your being.

As the music flows into your body, never even thinking about when on song stops and another starts. The night just starts flying by, your body coming alive like you haven’t felt it in a long time. As another songs starts, you hearing the words reverberating through your mind. Your eyes catching something that holds them like staring into a burst of fireworks. Seeing him as he is walking across the floor. The crowd seeming to melt away from him as far as you are concerned. The muscles moving so perfectly under his pale skin as he continues to walk across the floor. Your eyes trailing up and down his body, gathering every single detail and engraving it into your mind. The tight leather pants hugging his legs and his ass, the curves further enhanced by the smoothness of the material. His muscled back and arms wrapped in the black electrical tape, curving back and forth to highlight every subtle movement. The blackest hair you have ever seen hanging down just a few inches from his shoulders.

Never even noticing that you had stopped dancing and was staring at him, something about him making your legs weak. But even more, a feeling building strong even deeper inside you. Feeling your breath quickening, your heart beating faster and faster. Your whole body feeling like electricity is flowing through it. Feeling something that has you complete surprised. Just the site and feeling you get from looking at him, your juices start slowly seeping through your panties. Staring more intensely as your tongue slides across your blood-red lipstick. Envisioning how it would feel to be held in the tight steel coils of his arms, the tight smooth body pressed tightly against you. Your breath catching in your eyes as you see him turn, even across the room you feel that he is looking straight into your eyes. Seeing the lust and desire showing in them, the mischievous smile that crosses his lips making you wonder if he can sense how wet you already are.

Continuing to be riveted with his piercing gaze, you watch as the new song starts he starts slowly sliding to the music. Your body starting to move without you even realizing it, your hands sliding over your body as if he were standing behind you and they were his hands. Feeling the outline of your panties where they flow from between your legs in front, the smooth hairless skin underneath feeling like it is being shocked with every little touch. One hand slowly sliding back and forth along the edge of your panties, the other sliding slowly upwards to feel your hardened nipples through your dress. Your body reacting to the touches as your hands bringing the intensity closer and closer to the surface. Your fingers catching one of your nipples tight between them through the material as you press hard against the front of your dress. Your fingers finally slide across your hard clit and you feel like you are going to fall over as your orgasm starts. As your eyes close, feeling your juices flowing down through your panties and down your legs. When you open them, your hands still touching your body, but looking around you can’t find the person that brought those feelings to you. Looking all around the dance floor but not able to spot him, then the realization hitting you of what just happened. Wondering if anyone was watching you, you slide down off of the dance floor and head to the restroom to clean up.

To be continued:::::::::

WOW sexy story Dallas!!!!!! Can't wait to read more!!!!!!!!!

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Si à travers nos veines coule encore le sang...
Si dans les jeux d'enfants on entend encore l'accent...
Si nous sentons encore l'espoir de nos grands-parents...
Si dans les voiles du large souffle encore le vent...
Y'a jamais eu de Grand Dérangement.

mmm, this is off to a good start :)

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Though dreams can be deceiving, like faces are to hearts; they serve for sweet relieving when fantasy and reality lie too far apart.-Fiona Apple

Verrrrryyy good story Dallas! I love the details - kind of gothic. I can't wait to read more :) :) Thank you!

This is wonderful Dallas! You write very well.....I can picture everything vividly! Can't wait for more.......!

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Minds are like parachutes. They only work when they are open.

~Thomas Dewar~

Great start.....looking forward to the story.......keeps me in suspense...and you know how I love torture:p

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The practice of putting women on pedestals began to die out when it was discovered that they could give orders better from there.~ Betty Grable

If I wanted your opinion, I'd remove the duct tape and ask you for it.~ Me
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One man's dream is another man's nightmare~~~~> §¤ Lilith ¤§
~>My Scribbles<~
==>Gone Shopping<== ~Just a Quickie~ *~A Celebration Vacation~* ~Surprises~ Sleeping With the Window Open
What Did You Do Today? Self Defense Class ~Short Sweet Snippets~ § Summer Spin § Story Challenge Submission Pajamas

So are you just going to leave everyone hanging. Dallas continue the story.

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I have great abs, some men have six packs I have a keg!

You have got to finish this one. What a great start!

Part 2...........

Standing in the stall, your mind replaying what had just happened. The feelings that had overcome you so suddenly and intensely. The incredible feeling of knowing that you had just had an orgasm while who knows was watching you. Just thinking of it all, making your lips swell with passion again. Feeling your juices starting to flow, your fingers pull your panties to one side. Catching your clit with your fingertips, rubbing it softly as your mind can still see his ice blue eyes entrancing your body. Remembering how it felt to have their piercing gaze seeming to look deep inside you, ever touch envisioned as being his against your body. The hard nub of your clit quivering as your fingertips barely touch it, as your other hand pinches your nipples hard through the soft material of your dress again. Catching your bottom lip in between your lips as your body anticipates the coming release. Seeing in your mind as his hand slides down from your clit to your swollen lips, your thrust two of your fingers deep inside you. Your tight muscles tight around them as your back arches to push them even deeper inside.

Wishing it was his fingers inside your wet pussy, and his teeth nibbling all over your lips and body. As your fingers slide out, pressing another one against the first two. Pushing your lips apart as you push all three fingers inside, feeling them stretching your lips apart as they slide in and out. Savoring the feeling that is building inside you, your mind can still see his gentle sway. His every movement on the dance floor being felt like it was right against your body. The feelings building again inside your wet lips as your body sensations build and build. Your thumb sliding up to your hard throbbing clit as you press hard on it. Your back arching even more from the sudden rush of ecstasy that is enveloping your every sense. Your eyes squeezing shut as you feel your muscles tightening around your fingers, the hot sweet juices flowing down over them. Drenching them and your hand as your legs wrap around your hand, holding your fingers deep inside your hot wet pussy. Your clit throbbing against your thumb as you feel the sudden release. Your head thrown back as you savor the incredible rush again of your orgasm. Every muscle in your body quivering, as you just sit there basking in the afterglow. Holding them there deep inside your lips, as the warm juices drip from your hand. Finally pulling them slowly out, the suction of your desires trying to keep your fingers wedged inside. Standing up as you let your panties finally slide back into place, their soft material feeling like electricity against your clit and wet lips. Straightening the black dress, you bring your fingers up to your mouth. Letting them slide one at a time in between your lips, savoring the sweet juices that are coating them. Envisioning that it is his cock that is sliding between your lips, coated in your juices as you lick him clean. Even though he never said a word to you, you can almost hear him calling your name from a distant place.

Suddenly you are back in the real world, your cousin asking you if you are alright. Realizing that it was her that you heard calling your name. Just like always, the thoughts you have of him constantly, you can feel your juices starting to soak into your panties. Your lips swelling with the desire you have to see him again. Every time you have been to the club since that night, you always get incredibly aroused with just the thought of getting to see him again. Yearning for so much more but never having the chance. This night though you could almost feel it in the deepest part of you that he would be here. So this night you wore the most sensual outfit you could. The blood red colors highlighting your curves and breast, along with your full rich lips. The dress tight around your hips, the heart shaped opening that lies underneath the choker exposing the inner curves of your smooth breasts. The point coming to almost directly between your hardened nipples. The red highlights that you have in your hair topping the ensemble.

You have felt the burning desire all night, it intensifying when you finally got to the club. Underneath the tight smooth material you can feel it touch everywhere against your bare skin. Finally the doors slowly swing open, the blackened wood seeming to intensify the excitement, as you know that you will be inside the club in a few moments. As you slowly move forward with the line, seeing the man standing at the door. Watching as he takes each persons id and verifies it, then stamps their hand, till you feel the rubber stamp pressing against the back of your hand. The ink almost matching the color of your dress. Finally paying your admission and walking in. The black heels clicking on the floorboards as you cross to the furthest bar. Watching as you walk but knowing that he would not be there already but still you are hoping. As you get your drink, the liquid in the clear glass making the black of your nail polish seem even deeper. As you walk back to the stairs, following their curves up to the second floor. Choosing a location for the time being so that you can see most of the club floor.

As you sit down on one of the couches, pressing your thighs together to feel the electricity as they press against your lips and clit. Taking little sips of your drink as you hear the first song of the night start. The music lifting your being as your drink starts to work its way through your body. The thumping of the bass speakers being able to be felt through the floor and into your body. As the first song is finishing, the waitress coming by and getting your order for the next drink. As she comes back with your drink, you just sit there and slowly sip on it as the music continues to play. Finally after you have finished it, the warmth from your thoughts and the drinks making you feel incredible. You walk to the back stairs, slowly coming down to the backside of the dance floor. Watching the few people that are already on it, as your body starts to slowly sway to the erotic music that is surrounding you. Making your way to the center of the floor, your hands start to slide up your body. Your hips just barely swaying as your hands continue upwards, sliding up to your firm breasts. Cupping them as if someone was standing behind you, the palms cradling the underside. Your fingers seeking out your nipples and pinching them lightly, feeling them throbbing to feel his hands and mouth on them. Letting them slide even further upwards to slide across the smooth skin of your neck, your nails just barely scratching the flawless skin. The light pink marks showing barely on your skin, as your hands continue going up till your fingers slide through your hair.

mm, I can picture this all in my mind.. very hot!! :) Hope there's more to read soon!

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Though dreams can be deceiving, like faces are to hearts; they serve for sweet relieving when fantasy and reality lie too far apart.-Fiona Apple

Boy it's about time. You aren't just stopping there.

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I have great abs, some men have six packs I have a keg!

Fantastic...........hurry.... more

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The practice of putting women on pedestals began to die out when it was discovered that they could give orders better from there.~ Betty Grable

If I wanted your opinion, I'd remove the duct tape and ask you for it.~ Me
<~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~>
One man's dream is another man's nightmare~~~~> §¤ Lilith ¤§
~>My Scribbles<~
==>Gone Shopping<== ~Just a Quickie~ *~A Celebration Vacation~* ~Surprises~ Sleeping With the Window Open
What Did You Do Today? Self Defense Class ~Short Sweet Snippets~ § Summer Spin § Story Challenge Submission Pajamas

Wow!!!!!!!!!!!!! More please ;)

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Si à travers nos veines coule encore le sang...
Si dans les jeux d'enfants on entend encore l'accent...
Si nous sentons encore l'espoir de nos grands-parents...
Si dans les voiles du large souffle encore le vent...
Y'a jamais eu de Grand Dérangement.

And I put my "MORE" request in as well! Mmmmmmm! Don't leave us hanging too long DL! I dunno if I can take the suspense!

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Minds are like parachutes. They only work when they are open.

~Thomas Dewar~