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Subject: STORY:  Consenting Adults, Part 2/3


     We had decided to go to a nightclub that we'd been to only  once
before, a place called the Plantation. It had a nice band, a  spacious
dance floor, and a reputation as a meat market. In other  words, it was
the perfect place for our plans tonight.
    About 45 minutes after Daniel had left, I pulled out of our
driveway and headed south, toward downtown. By this time, I was  almost
dripping wet from being so aroused.  I resisted the urge to  slip my
hand beneath my dress to masturbate myself.
    It was almost ten by the time I found the Plantation. The  parking
lot was packed, so I pulled in front of the club to use  their valet
service. An attendant opened my door, and I stepped  out. Several
gentlemen standing near the door stopped talking as I  left my car. I
think I must have made a good impression on them; I  could feel their
eyes boring into me as I took the ticket for my  car.
    One of the men, a young man in a black suit, held the door  open for
me as I walked up the stairs. "Goddamn, you look good."
    I ignored him, just held my gaze straight past him as I went
through the entrance.  I knew Daniel wanted me as The Ice Queen  this
evening, but even if he didn't, I was damned if I was going  to be too
easy.When I got past the entrance, I could see that the  place was
packed. There wasn't an empty seat to be found. I looked  around, trying
to appear as confident as I could, and noticed  Daniel sitting at the
bar. I caught his eyes and nodded; he  returned the nod.
    After marshaling my thoughts for a few seconds, I decided to  circle
the bar, maybe find a recently-vacated seat. The crowd was  pliable; the
men seemed to go out of their way to catch my  attention, and the women
- well, most of the women just plain  ignored me, except for one or two
who threw me an icy glance. To  them I just smiled. This is going to be
fun, I thought to myself.
    As luck would have it, I found an empty stool and quickly took  it.
I waved a bartender over. As she approached, I took out a pack  of
Virginia Slims 120s and my cigarette holder. I inserted a  cigarette
into the holder.
    "Here, I'll get that," she said, and ignited a lighter. I held  my
cigarette to the flame as she lit it. "What can I get for you?"
    I thought for a moment. "I'll have a martini."
    As she left, I looked around the room.  Several men were  trying to
make eye contact with me. I ignored them all, reminding  myself, you're
supposed to be an ice queen, dammit!
    The man on my right put his hand on my forearm and pointed to  a
well-dressed gentleman sitting at the corner of the bar.  "I  think he
wants to buy you a drink," he said.
    I took a long, luxurious drag on my cigarette holder and  looked up
at him. "What do you want?"
    "I want to fuck you," the man said, not missing a beat.
    Right then, I thought to myself, this is the one.
    "Why shouldn't I just slap you?" I asked, blowing a thin  stream of
smoke upwards.
    "Because," the man said, "you want to get fucked." He finished  his
drink, motioned to the bartender for a refill.  "Do you need  another?"
he asked me.
    "Not yet," I said, and sipped my martini. I'd noticed his  wedding
band; he'd made no effort to hide it. "Are you usually  this crude?"
    "As a matter of fact," he said, "I'm not."
    "How do I merit this particular honor?" I asked him.
    "Well," he said, "apart from being the most spectacular woman  here
tonight - and looking good enough to eat, I might add -  you're putting
out a message that says you're just trying to find  some meat."
    I took another drag on my cigarette, watching  him intently.  "My
name is Cheryl. What's yours?"
    "James," he said, "but it doesn't matter." He nodded toward  the
dance floor.  "Let's dance."  He stood and held his hand out  to me; I
took it without thinking, and followed him out to the  floor.
    On the dance floor, he held me closely, his hands toying with  the
small of my back and my ass. Men from around the room looked
disappointed that they hadn't asked me first. The touch of his  cheek
brushing mine, as Daniel watched, excited me. It wasn't long  before he
was gently pressing his groin against mine. I was  fighting to control
my gasps as I felt his firmness growing  beneath his slacks. My face
burned at his brazenness, this openly  sexual gesture, but soon in
excitation, I was brushing my mound  against his hardness. I could feel
my nipples tingling against the  material of my dress, erect and
rock-hard. His lips followed the  line of my neck, causing me to shiver
with pleasure. I tilted my  head back, offering my neck to him, and felt
those soft, warm lips  bearing against me. James whispered, "Do you have
some place where  we can go?"
    "Don't you have to go home?" I asked, my voice trembling  lightly as
I remembered his wedding ring.
    "My wife's a pharmaceutical sales rep," he said softly. "She's  in
Chicago until Tuesday at her company's headquarters gathering."  He'd
remembered my own ring and had no reason to lie.
    I allowed him to press me closer. His skin radiated a heat  like my
own. The female singer's long, slow melody of adulterous  longing seemed
dedicated to our intertwined bodies. James put his  lips to the shell of
my ear and whispered - desires. What he'd do  to me if we were alone;
how he wanted to feel my nipples between  his teeth, how he wanted to
look into my eyes as I came. By this  point, I was his. I brought his
hands up to the heavy undersides  of my breasts, let him feel the heat,
and the softness. He told me  more things, degrading and horrible and
extremely arousing things.
    I told him things as well: How I liked to be tied and gagged,  how I
wanted to be with two men, how I liked to dress like a slut  and tease
men. Submission fantasies, dark hidden thoughts. I told  him how I
wanted to seduce another woman.
    That excited him immensely. He pulled me tight and kissed my  open
lips. "God, I'd love to see you on top of another woman,  Cheryl." His
hands slid down my chest, and he subtly slipped his  fingers underneath
my dress. He quickly found out about my lack of  underwear; he traced my
mons and brought his finger out.
    I smiled, opened my lips, and let him slide it into my mouth.
    When the song ended, I pressed into him and we kissed again.  His
breath felt hot on my neck, and I lied, "My husband's at a  convention.
We can go back to my place."  His swollen cock was now  massaging my
clitoris, and my body was responding involuntarily.  By this time the
dance floor was almost empty, but I was oblivious  to it, to everything
except the sensation of James and the  knowledge that Daniel was
watching excitedly.
    James looked into my eyes. "Let's get out of here."
    I was breathing heavily, my eyes slightly wild. My throat  throbbed,
choked  with increasing  desire.  "All  right," I  whispered, "let's go
to my place."  I paused, thinking for a  moment. "I need to go to the
ladies' room first.  I'll meet you  back by the entrance."
    James nodded, then went to the bar to tab out.
                  * * *
    I made my way through the crowd until I was at the bar,  standing
next to Daniel. He sipped his drink and said, "I think  you're making a
good impression."
    I caught the bartender's attention and ordered a martini.  Without
looking at Daniel, I asked, "Are you getting off on this?"
    "Incredibly," he said. "Are you?"
    "Oh, yes," I said. "I think I've wet myself about three times
tonight."
    Daniel sidled closer. "Yum...is he the one?"
    I nodded, taking my cigarette case out. "Definitely."  I  inserted a
cigarette into the holder and held it to my lips as  Daniel lit it for
me. I looked over at him teasingly. "Are you  okay with this?"
    Now it was his turn to nod. "God, just seeing him with you on  the
dance floor almost made me come."
    "Really," I said, taking another drag on my cigarette holder.  "You
are enjoying this, aren't you? Seeing him kissing me, putting  his
fingers in me -" Just talking about it was making me warm and  moist
again.
    "Has he told you what he wants to do with you?"
    "He's said what he's going to do to me," I said, "if I give  him the
chance."
    "Are you?"
    I smiled again and took a long, luxurious drag on my cigarette
holder. "I will if you want me to."
    "I want you to."
    "In that case," I said, looking at Daniel's watch, "you'd  better
get going. I - I mean, we - will be leaving in a few  minutes." "Got
it," Daniel said. He motioned to the bartender for  his tab. "I'll see
you back at the house."
    "Good," I said, smiling, and gave his thigh a squeeze. "I hope  you
enjoy the show."


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