THE CHASED OR THE CHASER

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(LISA)     Loud music pulsated along the exposed brick wall of the club as the beat gave off the sensation that the building itself was humming from the music with the colored lights dancing with it. It influenced the population of the sweaty bodies of everyone swaying and gyrated like puppets to the beat, controlling their movements and accelerating pulses causing frantic heartbeats; making those inside pant like dogs in heat as the alcohol stained air was heavy.    The multicolored flashing lights on the dance floor were not bright enough to reach beyond it, leaving few areas completely untouched in pure darkness with the exception of dim over head lighting in booths.     It's very crowded tonight, the weather is slightly chilly outside but once the music is thumping in your rib cage and you're on a floor thick with sweat and spilled liqueur; with other grinning humans all bouncing to the same beat, making one want to loose themselves. You'll want to go back for fresh air.    I can feel eyes on me. I know this kind of feeling very well because people tend to look at me every time.     "You don't look like you belong here." A voice addressed me practically shouting over the music to grab my attention.     Looking up, once my eyes have adjusted to the darkness, my gaze fell upon a petite yet curvy brunette with stunning black eyes who continued to approach me. She couldn't have been any taller than 5'6 as the heels on her feet added to her height. She was inching closer to my normal spot as I sat perched in the booth located near the V.I.P section of the club, hidden within the comfort of the shadows.     I said nothing to the girl as I held a discouraging glare waiting for her to continue with an explanation. It was clear that she was uncomfortable.     "I mean... uh, you--- you look like you belong in some book store café or a coffee shop. Not a club like this." The brunette spoke explaining her previous statement with a stammer and a kind of scared look.     "Is that so?" I replied with a dull and bored tone giving off the clear notion that I wanted to be left alone so that she would leave as I was uninterested in her presence. She didn't. In fact, she started fidgeting with the fabric of the black dress she is wearing right now, my eyes watched the girl waiting to see her next move. If she would give up and walk away or continue this little game of cat and mouse.      Inevitable, the young woman was soon sliding into the booth, getting a little bit to close to me as she backed me into what could be considered the corner of the semi-circular booth I am in right now. I’m starting to feel irritated with what she is doing. I feel like she is invading my own space.     "I'm Momo.” She introduced herself whispering into my ear before pulling away and flashing a brilliant bright smile behind her full pouty Angelina Jolie lips. “You are?” She added when she noticed I’m not responding.     "Sure you are. Lisa." I answered arrogantly brushing the hair off the girls shoulder to her back as my lips hovered dangerously close to her.     "You have... uh… you have beautiful eyes and lips, Lisa." Momo complimented me as her hand held under my chin so that we can stare at each other.     Normally, I would have laughed at the girls tired out pick up line I constantly heard in a day’s time; which I will admit that I use every now and then. I wasn't going to complain. Not to be misled but even I admired my own eyes from time to time in mirrors to study and observe how black and beautiful they were, especially when I wore my long brown hair down, making my eyes shine.     "Thank you." I spoke nervously feeling a bit off edge as the small area started to feel warm, as it felt like I could literally feel my confidence draining from me.     A wicked grin presented itself on the girls lips at the slight change in my demeanor as she had me stuck in the corner, knowing that I had no way out unless I was to; A. practically give her a lap dance to freedom, or B. jump over the table like an uncaged animal. Little did she know what game she has started.     "So Lisa, do you come here a lot?" Momo asked, her hand residing on my knee while her index finger drew circles around the fabric of my jeans.     "Occasionally." I spoke clearing my throat.     "To read?" She asked nodding her head to the book I was reading before she had come up and interrupted me.     "Not all the time." I scoffed humorously keeping up my shy demeanor.     "If his place of encampment is of easy access, he is tendering a bait." She quoted stroking my cheek with the back of her hand before rubbing the flesh with the pad of her thumb while looking straight into my eyes. "Wait, you know Sun Tzu?" I asked a bit impressed. "Well, not personally. No." She answered with an infectious laugh.     "Too bad." An intense moment quickly passed between us as not a word was shared as we both were well aware where this encounter was leading. The only question is: who was going to make the first move?     "So, any particular reason you come here? Besides the great literature choices." Momo asked, her hand going further up my jeans before resting on my thigh.     "Hunting." I spoke with a playful tone in my words as the confidence came back now knowing what Momo want and what her intentions of the night.     She laughed, "Do you like to chase or be chased?"     "Depends." I answered swallowing the impatient lump in my throat.     "Well then... how about we chase some shots, Lisa? On me." She winked before turning to signal a waitress right behind us.     "Oh no. Tequila and I have a history of making bad decisions." I protested as the waitress set down four glasses of the throat burning liquid. Not even bothering to ask for I.D. This club had such a shitty concern for the underage crowd. One of the reasons why this club is crowded almost every night.     "To bad decisions." Momo giggled with a smirk on her lips as she rubbed the salt along my neck and lime between her lips before clinking her glass to mine. Tilting her head back and raising her hand to swallow the transparent drink, her tongue running over the pulse point of my neck caused a shiver along my spine before smacking a wet sticky kiss just under my ear.    Her lips is ultimately finding mine, sucking the juice from the lime that started to run down both of our chins. Momo's skilled tongue started licking the flowing tart juice as she took the lime out from between my lips as it caused a barrier. The brunette's soft lips connected with my own once discarding the fruit while she held my neck with the palm of her hand that wasn't on my thigh keeping me in place.    Maybe it was the atmosphere in the heat of the moment since I knew it wasn't the tequila, but I had strong feeling coursing through my entire anatomy that tonight, something was going to happen, and it was either going to be extremely enjoyable or another bad decision. Continuing my focus on the girl in front of me, I could still taste the salt and lime present on her lips and tequila on her tongue, sucking it gently while my hands were entertained around the slit of the dress that exposed her waist.     Slowly, I slid my hand down the girls strong body graduating lower before reaching the hem of the dress, bringing it over her knees. Her fingers clawed at the skin of my neck when mine danced across the fabric of her silk panties, letting out a gasp.     "You okay?" I asked departing from the kiss, finding this moment funny and how it had turned so quickly as my shy disposition had disappeared. Momo said nothing and just nodded as her breathing was rough and mismatched. Placing a few more kisses to the girls already swollen cherry red painted lips until moving my own to give their attention to her soft neck; kissing and licking the ample flesh, biting down gently to graze the tender area with my teeth knowing I was bound to leave a mark if I continue.     "Mmm Lisa." The girl moaned creating a devilish chuckle to escape past my lips as her chest rose and fell while she tried to speak, contemplating her next words.     My fingers still playing with the sensitive bud hidden beneath the damp fabric as I was barely going to any lengths of teasing yet she was already wet. She sighed once more, her voice dropping an octave as I pressed two fingers harder against her core; she was ready to come undone with a little more help. Knowing it wouldn't take long was a bit displeasing that the girl would reach her blissful moment quickly.     That is if I let her reach it.     As fast as this situation started and quickly progressed, it was brought to an extreme halt when my cell vibrated in the front pocket of my black skinny jeans. The sudden vibration added more pleasure as the feeling danced along her hips like it did to mine before I had to retreat from our heating make out as I grabbed the device. Which only allowed Momo to latch her lips to my neck while I read or tried to read the message in the dim lighting on my cell. It was a text from a buddy of mine, Jisoo.     Jisoo:     MHS grad party at Jennie Kims place. You know the address.     My eyes were practically gleaming at the unexpected gift to leave as it had answered my earlier thought of the poor girl devouring my neck wouldn't get her happy ending tonight.     "Oh s**t, I'm sorry... I got to go. I’m really sorry, Momo. This was fun though." I said with a fake tone of sincerity and concern in my words as I delatched the brunette's lips from my neck and leaving her sexually frustrated that she would have to find another to satisfy her. Just like many others who dared entered this little game of seduction with me. Feeling empowered by the events, a sick smile came to my lips knowing that my little charade of seeming off submissively sweet and innocent kept playing off after two years of being another player of a never ending interesting game; especially with college starting in the fall I knew this game would only continue to be exciting.     Grabbing my leather jacket from the coat room, I winked at the attendant as she removed it from the hook handing it back as I pulled off the dorky sweater that I sported over a crisp white button up as part of the act to seem like I was out of element. Exiting from the entrance, I took the keys from my pocket approaching my baby park across the street in the lot facing right in front of the building.     Unlocking the door of my slick black classic 1964 Mustang convertible purred as I turned the key in the ignition before placing it in reverse and pulling out of the parking lot. I headed towards my next destination when the tires met the tare of the road. I can only imagine the expressions of shock that will overcome some of my former classmates when I pull up to this party.     It has been years that I have actually been to a party that was hosted by any Melbourne High School student since transferring sophomore year.     This should be fun.
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