The Burlesque Lounge

Charlie~

Oh, he was good. Damn good. She was drowning in sensual feelings brought on by the man who stood in front of her and had her pinned to the wall. His voice was dark, deepened by lust and want. His question slithered through her mind. It was blatantly obvious why he waited. She was sharply aware of his fingers pressed against her panties, rubbing back and forth seductively.

He was good-looking, his voice was doing alarming things to her nervous system, his mouth and hands were turning her into a whimpering puddle. When was the last time she had had sex? It seemed like forever right about now. She couldn‘t blame her response to him all on that fact, however. He was incurably sexy in her book.

Her body arched against his, pressing them tighter together as his fingers slid past the soaked material of her panties and sunk into her wet, craving heat. His voice in her ear was husky, playing with her senses. Her vision became slightly blurred as those inner muscles in her sopping pussy tightened around his invading finger.

He kept her off balance by using his other hand to taunt her erect nipple through the material of her dress. His eyes silently demanded that her own focus on his. She was pinned against the wall by his body, her body invaded by his finger, his other hand doing wickedly delicious things to her nipple and she was letting him. She had a sinking feeling that wasn’t all she was going to let him do to her.
 
Starlin

He applied even greater pressure with the thumb and forefinger, pinching the fabric that covered her taut bud, while his middle finger squeezed through the tight walls of her sex and began sliding in and out of the wetness. He loved how her body was reacting to his actions. It aroused him even further. Their bodies clung to each other while he slowly fucked her using his finger, watching the expressions on her face and the look in her eyes at the same time.

His hand moved to the other breast and played with her nipple once again, before sliding up to her shoulder and slowly pushing the black strap down her arm. Charlie's head dipped as his teeth sunk into the flesh just behind where her neck and shoulder met before his mouth traveled up the side of her neck and emitted a low grunt in her ear. His finger thrust all the way in, and back out, never leaving her lips entirely as she coated his hand with honey, slowly but surely.

He loved the way her body arched between him and the wall. His finger withdrew as he pressed three of them against her folds and rubbed her in a somewhat lewd manner. His other hand slid behind her neck before finding the zipper at the back, before his own body eased the pressure slightly, creating space between her and the wall. The sound was tiny and raspy as a part of her upper back was exposed. His mouth hovered over her ear.

"I'm not able to decide whether I should undress you or fuck you with your clothes on. You look mighty sumptuous and tasty in this little black thing."

His hand slid further down her back and over her ass cheek, giving it a hard squeeze as his fingers dug into the plumpness, his head leaning back at the same time, mouth brushing against her lips before claiming them, tongue thrusting inside to taste her once again. Fingers moved away from her stickiness as his hand emerged from under her dress and moved between their lips just as the kiss broke. The glistening digits idly brushed against her bottom lip while he stared into her eyes hungrily, his tone controlled and husky.

"Mighty tasty."
 
Charlie~

The pressure on her nipple increased. It sent an electrical charge down into her womb, making her pulse there. She throbbed. She ached. She needed. His finger moved inside her, making those feelings intensify. His fingers eased the strap of her dress from her shoulder, giving it a push so that it slid down her arm. His seduction of her senses increased as she felt his teeth press into her flesh at the base of her throat. The low masculine grunt in her ear made her squirm against him. If his finger was any indication of he actually fucked? She was going to be in dire trouble.

His whispered words broke over her. The thought of him fucking her in the dress or even getting her out of it, made her head duck, her teeth finding the top of his shoulder, sinking into material and flesh. She managed to slide one between their tightly pressed bodies and cup his stiff cock in her palm, pressing against it. His lips reclaimed hers and the death grip she had on his forearm eased away as her hand slid to the back of his head.

She may well rue this moment later, but right now, she was fast becoming a desperate, drowning woman and he was what she chose to cling to.
 
Starlin

Charlie moaned softly and arched against her body as her fingers found the pulsing heat inside his trousers and cupped it, while her teeth dug into his flesh. He took a step back and grabbed her roughly by the arm, his hand sliding up towards the shoulder and turning her around, his other hand moving away from her soaked panties. His gaze was full of hunger and a primal lust as he grunted, her face turning away from him, both hands grabbing the shoulders and pushing her dress down over her upper arms, enough to uncover the top of her chest. He pushed her against the wall with one hand against the back of her neck, and the weight of his own body, while the other palm slid down her partially naked back before pivoting to slide down over the back of her thigh and up over the firm globe of her ass cheek.

"Stay."

The black material rode up further as his hands shoved underneath and hastily grabbed her panties by the waistband, tugging them down her thighs, until they were hanging somewhere around her knees or ankles. He didn't care. The trousers were unbuckled and unzipped as they pooled at his feet. He didn't waste any time as the already erect manhood slid against her inner thigh, his body pressing against her back once again, the dress sliding down against his pelvis and his hand grabbing the base of his shaft. He let the engorged head rub against her slit slowly while his other hand left her neck and moved around her side, finding her breast, partially clad under the dress which was hanging open in the front.

"I think you are dripping enough to be fucked now."

The air around them was warmer than ever. Even though no apparel or footwear had been removed from their bodies, both were heated to a point of no return, at least until they collapsed into a orgasmic heap. Her dress was now a bunch around the waist as Charlie maneuvered his fingers over the soft curve of her breast and cupped it, his prick sliding back and forth against her lips from behind as his pelvis pressed against her fleshy buttocks.
 
Charlie~

He whipped her around, forcing her to face the wall. Her dress was yanked down over her arms until her chest was mostly exposed to his view, not that he was going to be viewing anything. Most of her bared breasts were pushed against the wall and she was held there by his hand on the back of her neck.

Up until this point he had been the one doing all the talking but his next word snapped her awareness out of the sexual haze he had spun around her.

“Stay.”

She growled low in her throat. Her palms made contact with the surface of the wall as she tried to shove back and away from it. She turned her head to glare back at him.

“Stay? Do I look like a dog to you? I know I’ve been called a bitch befor---”

Her words were stalled abruptly as she felt his hand shove under her dress and hastily latched onto the waistband of her panties and tugged them roughly downward. They collapsed down around her knees, where they held for an instant, then slid down to her ankles.

She heard and felt movement, the harsh rasp of his zipper. She felt the hot, hard, smoothness of his cock against her inner thigh. Her fingers curled against the wall. She felt the weight of him pressing against the back curve of her body and she breathed out a soft sound that suspiciously sounded like a moan. Those damn hands of his! One guided the length of his cock between her thighs, letting the engorged head rub against her opening, teasing her. His other hand found her breast, squeezing it. The material that had clung to the peak, slipped free. Her ass arched back against him, grinding into him.

“Then fuck me.”
 
Starlin

He ignored her first comment, roughly pulling her panties down towards her ankles and pressing himself against her, his hardness pulsing against the wet heat of her sex. Her breast felt like jelly against his fingers, but with a firmness to it. Her nipple hardened against his palm when he squeezed it. He was breathing down on her neck now when she spoke the next words. He had been waiting to fuck her all evening. There would be no more teasing. He needed it just as much.

"Not a dog. Maybe a wild, sexy kitten."

Charlie whispered just before the thick velvety head pushed past the wanton folds of her pussy as she hungrily thrust her ass back against his pelvis. The shaft followed it closely as his hips thrust forward. Head dipped back for a moment. Body arched slightly. His fingers gathered around her taut bud and pinched it hard as she swallowed the entire length of his dick inside her tightness, squeezing the steel rod with her muscles. His mouth moved close to her ear once again once he was buried into her depth completely.

His teeth dragged along her skin, from her ear towards her jaw and then down her neck. The thrusts were slow and deep at first. Her pussy felt like warm liquid softness that engulfed his thick hard manhood each time he pressed into her. Her eagerness aroused him further as his hand reached around further to pinch her other nipple that was now completely exposed. Eventually his hand slid up from between her breasts and the wall and went to her neck as he began to increase the speed at which he was thrusting. Her breasts crushed against the wall, his weight sandwiching her, while his fingers lightly cupped her neck for a moment before moving up to twist her face to one side and whispered in a hoarse voice.

"But I do intend to fuck this kitten as if she were My bitch."

He pressed his mouth against hers roughly as his head leaned in and tilted, her jaw gripped between his fingers.
 
Charlie~

Never judge a book by its cover.

There had been an air of a stalking jungle cat to Charlie. Starlin wasn’t totally surprised. But what did surprise her was her reaction to him. She had gone from feeling in control to having none of it. It had shifted just that quickly and she wasn’t fighting it. Didn’t want to.

The swollen head of his cock pressed into her folds. She moaned at the contact. Damn, he felt good. His hand wandered back to her breast. His fingers pinching her nipple again. Feeling him slide his length into her with the sensation of fingers at her nipple, made her contract around his solid length, rippling along it. She could hear her own static breathing bouncing off the wall and back to her own ears.

Her sanity was fast leaving her for fiery lust. His teeth on her skin fueled it. She was a sucker for teeth on her skin and a man’s heavy whisper, laden with lust, in her ear. Fuck. His fingers on her jaw, twisting her face toward the side, hearing the ragged edge to his voice before his mouth sealed over hers again, damn near jettisoned her right over the edge of passion’s precipice. He was lethal to a woman’s senses. This woman’s senses at least.

There were a lot of things that could be worse, at that moment, then being his bitch.
 
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Starlin

Their tongues danced to the tune of lust. Hearts began to pound. Bodies started heating up even more than they were before, grinding and bucking against each other. Lips crushed and sucked hard while they tasted each other with howling urgency. His lips moved away from her mouth, eventually, with a lingering passion and panting breath, hand left her jaw only to slide around the front of her breasts, his forearm pressing against them diagonally, elbow over her belly, fingers reaching towards the shoulder as he grabbed her body and pulled it back against his chest.

Her other set of lips were being pierced by the thickness of his cock, sliding in and out of her with merciless, efficient strokes, getting coated with her juices. Charlie's other hand brushed away the gorgeous red hair from the back of her neck, his own head tilting and mouth pressing against her skin, teeth digging into the flesh there for a moment before retreating with a low primal grunt.

He dropped his hand between the front of her legs, fingers not wasting time before they curled just above where his shaft was disappearing into her wet and wanton folds, and rubbed her slowly in a circular fashion, trying to entice the little pearl out. His strokes didn't relent as hips continued to move back and forth as well as at an angle, driving his engorged head all the way against the back of her walls and into her womb. She was tight. Sexy. Dripping with sensuality. The delicious sounds from her mouth, the way she controlled her muscles even while being dominated by his actions and the way her curves responded to his thrusts made him throb inside her with pleasure.
 
Charlie~

The vortex of swirling lust and need swallowed them both, dragging them down into its depths. Breaths intermingled. Which was hers? Which was his? Hearts beats were strong and fast, one echoing the other.

She shoved her hips back against his pelvic region and ground her ass against him. His mouth and teeth scored her tender flesh, making her pant even more. Fingers slid between her legs, searching for that pearl of pleasure. They found their mark without too much effort. Her body jerked as he rubbed it delicately but firmly.

He stroked her, sawing back and forth, burying himself deep inside her and then withdrawing to the point of removal before thrusting heartily back inside. She stroked him, pushing her hips back against him before retreating, sliding along his length, sometimes slowly, enticing him to claim her depth again with male eagerness.

“Charlie. Oh god. Harder.”

Her voice was a ghost of whimper.
 
Starlin

She squeezed him each time the length of his rod slid past the velvet cushioning of her pussy, making him arch against her and moan in pleasure. Gawd she was good. Even while being fucked like that. Being pushed against the wall and taken from behind with all her senses triggered and getting pushed towards the edge. He was on his way, with her, towards that edge. The arousal pressing against the entrance to her womb as his pelvis bumped against her buttocks time and again.

“Charlie. Oh god. Harder.”

Yet again, her whimper made him growl. His face slid next to hers, on one side as his cheek brushed against just above her ear and then the side of her head. They both breathed against the wall as he thrust forward. Deep. All the way. And remained there for a moment before retreating, almost all the way except for the thick tip that was engulfed by her lips and slid back into her cave of passion again to ram against the back wall.

One hand remained against her clit, rubbing it slowly but surely while the other hand went to the back of her head and grabbed a fistful of hair, yanking it back this time. His mouth was against her ear as his head turned. A horse whisper in her ear.

"Are you My bitch, Starlin?"

He wasn't sure what had come over him. She was far from being anybody's bitch. At least in his eyes. But they were in a different zone at the moment. And his primal senses were way too heightened for him to care. Right at that moment? She was His bitch. And he needed to hear her say that. The thrusts did not stop for a while after that. His cock never withdrew from her pussy more than half way as his body shoved her against the wall, one hand rocking waywardly between her pelvis and the concrete, the other hand holding her hair firmly in his grip, making her upper body arch like a bow.
 
Charlie~

She felt a pang of pain reverberate through her body as he slammed into her, to the root. It was stingingly sweet and thrust her ever closer to that jagged edge. She felt her lower body relax slightly as he held still, buried deep in her. That relaxation didn’t last long. Her body tightened as he withdrew and thrust strongly back into her, feeling him hit the back wall. She squirmed against the wall. The whole time, his fingers didn’t cease their attention to her sensitive clit.

“Are you My bitch, Starlin?”


She would have said anything, repeated anything he wanted, so long as he didn’t stop fucking her. He kept barreling into her. Her upper body arched away from the wall. Common sense or logic held no place where she was at. Only need. Craving.

“Yes… yes..yes…”

She slammed her hips back against him, pinning herself on his cock.

“Just….don’t… stop….please….”
 
Starlin

He could feel her dripping over his cock as it arched up inside her tunnel, sawing harder and faster where her dancing legs joined. He did not let go of her hair. Not yet. His teeth sunk to the flesh between her neck and shoulder, once again, before his head dipped back in a groan of pleasure. She was eliciting sounds out of his throat that he had long forgotten. It had been a while since he had fucked a lady in this manner. Since he had fucked anyone, in this manner.

He wanted more. He needed more. He needed to see the look in her eyes as they stared at each other just before being pushed over the edge. But not right now. Right now, they were in a vehicle sliding down a hill, without any brakes. The only way they were going to halt is by crashing down together. He heard her plea. He had no intentions of stopping. He was going to push both of them over that ragged edge and make them collapse into a heap of panting souls.

"Cum...for me...doll."

His sentence was broken. Words were spoken while he breathed heavily. His fingers pressed firmly against her throbbing little pearl that had come out of it's hiding. His hand finally let go of her hair, but momentarily, only to wrap around her chest and twist each of her nipples a few times before he yanked her head back once again and growled in her ear, while pummeling inside her with ruthless, powerful strikes, making her squirm, whimper, and jerk while drowning them both in sweet ecstasy.
 
Charlie~

She felt herself on that edge, on the brink of falling off. His words, they just did something to her. They catapulted her over into sweet oblivion. Her hips that had been working in sync with his, hastened as her body took over the pilot’s seat. She, herself, was merely a passenger as her body spiraled into the vortex of pleasure he had whipped up between them.

Her hand came back, grasping for his hip. Something to hang on to. Something to bring him tighter against her.

“Charlie…” she managed to rasp out, “Cum with me….”

A plea. She didn’t want to journey alone. A sound of raw, heated, yearning was torn from her throat. The roar of her blood assaulted her ears. Her heart pounded in her chest. Her breathing was so fast, she couldn’t breathe.

Then… breath held. Heart had stopped. Every fiber in her body went deadly still. It lasted a second, maybe two. She felt suspended in limbo. Her body suddenly jerked in his grasp. Tremors engulfed her. Her senses plummeted then soared. Her body’s muscles clamped and released and clamped down upon his cock, again and again. They rippled and tightened around him. Milking him with the force of her body.
 
Starlin

He felt her fingers reaching for his hip. Her words didn't do anything but encourage him. He continued to drive himself in and out of her with unbridled passion for another few minutes, his hands all over her body, sliding from her clitoris to her nipples, holding her hair with her head yanked back in place to fingers reaching around and caressing her mouth, sensing her hot breath against them as they spread over her lips, dipping inside, palm against her jaw, while she purred like a wild little thing.

Charlie's body tightened. Muscles clenched. He felt the cum inside his balls rise as it sped through the shaft with lightening speed and burst out from the opening in the head, deep inside the wet heat of her sopping sex. He had no option but to moan and throw his head back and then forward over her shoulder, as she milked him into an orgasm, her own body shuddering and rocking against his, as the waves of pleasure swept through both of them together. The sounds in that little room reached a high before slowly drowning out.

The ferocity of his strokes declined, the rest of his body weakened, hips slowed to a grind. He was almost out of breath. Panting and still throbbing, buried deep inside her oozing warmth. Hands clutched her body tightly against him. Both of their foreheads were resting against the wall as his weight held her sandwiched in between.
 
Charlie~

Her eyes fluttered closed. She was still breathing heavily as her body relaxed against the wall. At some point she became physically aware of Charlie plastered against her back, his labored breathing in her ear.

She couldn’t move. She had no energy. Charlie had sucked it right out of her. Her muscles wouldn’t obey her either. They were lethargic and rubbery. If Charlie still didn‘t have her pinned to the wall, she was pretty sure she’d fall in heap on the floor.

Whatever else he may be? She knew one thing for sure. He was a damn fine fuck.
 
Starlin

Their bodies clung to each other. His cheek now resting against the side of her head. His breath calming down. They both needed a few minutes to recover and regain their composure before either of them could speak or move. Then, his head turned and lips brushed against her ear, blowing warm breath against it, before caressing down over her cheek, while he continued to hold her close against him.

Their bodies started to disengage slowly, as his semi hard cock, glistening with her juices, slid out leisurely and brushed against her inner thigh and then against her buttocks as he stepped back just a bit and pressed his body against her back. His fingers slid away from between her legs and moved up, first against his lips and then to her mouth, wanting her to taste the sweetness that he had just aroused inside her and tasted himself.

His other hand loosened it's grip and slid around her waist, holding her against him firmly, making sure she did not collapse. Then, his hand moved up to her shoulder and tugged on it lightly for her to turn around and face him.
 
Charlie~

She inhaled deeply and let it out slowly. Blood was finally returning to her brain. Her brain was still scrambled however. Luckily for her, she didn’t need to think.

He was withdrawing from her body. His fingers came up to her lips. She could smell herself on them. Her lips parted slightly, the tip of her tongue flickering outward briefly before he turned her around to face him. Her back rested against his arm and the wall as she lifted her eyes to his.
 
Starlin

His eyes were ready for her as she turned around and lifted her gaze. His fingers moved away from her lips just as she tasted herself with that light flick of her tongue. The two wet digits slipped right between his lips and over his own tongue, his mouth sucking them right in, only briefly before her womanly deliciousness disappeared inside his mouth from his fingers as they popped out. His palm cupped her cheek, fingers idly stroking while the thumb brushed against her bottom lip.

"Sweet."

His other arm held her clutched against him as her bare breasts pressed to his shirt, their softness like pillows against his chest. Her dress only a crumpled fabric around her waist, the heels on her feet still on while the only naked part visible of him were his legs. Her abdomen felt soft against his sticky, semi-hard maleness, peeking from under his shirt. Her raw feminine form against his masculine one as they stood in that dressing room, their minds naked and filled with desire, their bodies, not naked by any means, at least to the casual observer. Both mind and body however were slowly recovering from the orgasm.
 
Charlie~

Her eyes watched him as his fingers disappeared into his mouth. Knowing full well that the essence of her was on the fingers that disappeared into his mouth, made her feel somewhat self conscious. Why exactly, she wasn't sure. Reason was asserting itself in her brain. Her eyes never left his face.

Oddly, she aware of the naked tips of her breasts pressed against the fabric of his shirt. Oddly or so it felt to her, the atmosphere of the room still swirled with sensuality. She was bare to the chest, his pants were open, his legs bare. She could feel him against her lower body. He was still semi-hard, the evidence of their coupling still coating him.

The palm of her hand rested lightly against his chest. One part of her wanted to kneel at his feet and draw his semi-hardness between her lips, running her tongue over the length of him until he grew completely hard in her mouth. She wanted to feel him fill her mouth. Another part of her wanted to pull away, draw up her dress and leave. So many thoughts pushed against themselves in her mind. She wanted time to think but pressed against him, she wasn't about to get that time.

She wanted to go, but she didn't. What to do. What to do.
 
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Starlin

Charlie stared into her eyes deeply. There was a sweet sensuality along with an unfulfilled passion in the air surrounding them. The room had gotten even smaller than it was before. Nothing else existed in there, except the two of them. Their bodies clung to each other, not wanting to let go. He tilted his neck and leaned closer to press his lips over her mouth. The kiss was as intimate and lustful as it had ever been. With an unhurried swiftness to it. His fingers found the back of her neck before sliding into her hair and holding the back of her head in his palm. They tasted each other. Once again. In the afterglow of the fucking. When his mouth left her lips, it spoke.

"You want me to call that cab for you?"

It then moved slowly past her cheek, brushing over it lightly, and paused at her ear. He was aware of her palm resting against his chest. It was as if she was in two minds. Whether to push him away and get the hell out of there, or grab him closer and fuck him again. His tongue flicked against the earlobe before wiggling into the whorl. He nipped at the tender flesh before whispering in that same hoarse tone, as his hand dropped down her back and greedily squeezed her buttock.

"Or not yet?"

There was only one correct answer.
 
Charlie~

His fingers were an extension of seduction as was his mouth. Her eyes closed as his mouth claimed hers. He was giving her every reason not to end this moment. She was close to giving in. He had just taken her to the edge and tumbled over it with her. Yet, here she was, plastered against him, wanting to do it all over again.

“No. I can handle it. You just go.”

She barely got the words out. Wanting to blame it on a dry throat, she knew that wasn’t truly the reason. She was fighting herself. He was like a drug in her veins. He had gotten what he came for, hadn’t he? That wasn’t fair. She had wanted it too. She stepped back abruptly, letting her hands fall to her sides.

She didn’t want to be any man’s good time girl. She didn’t want to be any man’s kept woman either. There were certain things she wanted to achieve in this world and Charlie…. well, Charlie was a wild card. She knew next to nothing about him.

This had just been sex, that‘s all, just sex. Hadn’t it?
 
Starlin

That was her answer. He wasn't convinced though. She was struggling inwardly. He could sense it in her voice. A wild cat being tamed. She wasn't used to this. Being caught unaware in her own den, seduced, taken out for dinner, and then fucked by a stranger. He was still a stranger for her. It was only their second meeting. She hardly knew anything about him. She probably assumed he was here just to get into her pants and leave. He didn't blame her. He would have thought the same thing, if he had been in her place. That's what he had come there for. But there was more to him that met the eye. He wasn't interested in just sex when it came to this girl. He wanted something more.

"I'm sure you can handle it."

God she was so irritating and stubborn at times. It was a quality of hers he found extremely adorable. But again, he couldn't blame her. Not yet. Not until they had gotten to know each other better. Charlie's fingers left the nakedness of her buttocks and grabbed the bunched up dress around her waist, gently tugging it down her hips and attempting to smooth it out as best as he could in those quick few seconds as he leaned back and gazed into her eyes, their bodies still pressed close to each other. He took half a step back as both his hands grabbed the dangling shoulder straps and slowly pulled them up as the black dress once again hugged her sensual curves.

"But I'd like to walk you to the cab, since you won't allow me to take you home."

He took another step back, his eyes still staring into hers and motioned her to turn around in order to pull up the zipper on the back, while he quickly pulled his own pants up and buckled them, tucking the shirt in. As the zipper slid up her spine, Charlie placed a gentle kiss against the back of her neck, grabbed his jacket, and spoke as she stood facing the wall.

"Now pull up your panties and let's go."
 
Charlie~

Pull up her panties? Excuse me?

Okay, so she was standing there with them down around her ankles, her dress half on and half off. Okay, so she was a damn mess. She just didn’t get it. He could make her so damn hot and by the same token, he could set her teeth on edge. She bent at the waist, her fingers reaching for the silk puddled at her ankles. Damn him to hell.

Without speaking again, she got those panties tugged up, tugged on her dress though it didn’t need fixing and snatched up her bag that was on the floor. Whirling around, she snagged up her purse from the cosmetic table and threw open the door to her dressing room. Her heels made a soft tapping noise on the floor as she vacated her dressing room. Hitching the strap of her bag to her shoulder, she marched out to the bar, dialing her cell phone for a taxi.

Why she was letting him put her into the cab was beyond her. He was somewhere behind her, she knew. She could sense him there. Snapping the cell closed, she shoved it into her handbag and leaned an arm on the bar. There were still men on the stools drinking, giving her the eye. She ignored them.

Damn Charlie and damn her attraction to him. She should never have fucked him. Now he was truly lodged in her head. And she wasn’t liking it at all. She could smell him on her. No, not at all. Damn it.
 
Starlin

It had been an awkward situation for him. He liked this girl. They had just had sex. No strings attached. Not yet anyway. He wasn't sure what she thought of him. Well, he kinda did, but they still didn't know each other very well. He couldn't take her home. He respected her decision to protect herself. They couldn't exactly cuddle in that dressing room. What was a man to do? Screw all those feelings, Charlie thought. He'd worry about them later.

As soon as those words left his mouth, he knew what her reaction was going to be. It was a curse. That mouth of his. His brain sometimes didn't know what was going to come out of it. But it did amuse him in a wicked way to watch her simmer as she bent to tug those wet knickers that he had drawn all the way down to her ankles before fucking her, up, and almost storm out of her own dressing room, leaving him behind, not caring whether he followed her or not. He did. He knew she wanted him to follow her. All the way to the cab, if not home.

Charlie came up behind her and slid on to one of the stools at the bar next to where she was standing on his left. There was an empty stool on his right. He glanced at her and then at the bartender.

"A scotch on the rocks, please. And a tall glass of warm water with some honey and lemon, for the lady."

He spoke, nodding his head towards Starlin. As the bartender turned away, Charlie turned his head towards her and looked into her eyes. They could have scared any other man. His expression was soft and almost apologetic. He nodded towards the vacant seat on the other side.

"Have a seat until the cab arrives."

It was not a question. He kept staring at her.
 
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