ASHER RICK

Part three

I was fascinated with the juices on my finger. It was sleek, so wet. I just had an orgasm while thinking of my mysterious-un-faced boss. How crazy did that sound?

I felt naughty. Well, I have been very naughty. I only did it behind closed doors though. I played with my body but I hadn’t really penetrated deep, so I could say I was still a virgin. A very brattish, dirty-minded virgin. I laughed inwardly.

I heard someone shuffling outside and I knew it was Jess. I quickly cleaned myself, drying my body with a towel, and one on my hair.

When I came out, Jess was impatiently sitting at the edge of my bed.

"I thought you'd be here before me. You sound so excited. I imagined you at the door ready to rock the hell out of the bar we'd be in,” I smirked at her, knowing that it was expected to happen literally and figuratively.

"Yeah, I'm so excited. Hon, I need it.” She dreamily said as excitement swirled and twirled in her eyes, "The boss hired me. He was hot like, damned hot, I could spread my legs open for him to do as he pleases.” She preachified. I rolled my eyes at her silliness and walked to the closet to choose a dress.

"But Jess, don’t defile him. It will be strictly business. Do not mix your job with your dirty pleasure. You might end up brokenhearted but... satiated,” I quipped, chuckling.

"Yeah, I know but that idea is so appealing.” Her brows danced suggestively. I could only laugh at her malicious intent.

"I’ve got to get ready. Wear your sexiest attire, hon. Let’s enjoy tonight.” She said and winked at me.

I busied myself, applied light makeup, and a bit of blush on. My lashes were already long but I like putting on mascara to make them more prominent. I chose to put on the light pink matte. Deciding on the dress, I opted for the skimpy gold black sequin dress with a sexy V-neck. It was backless.

I felt sexy. I was then conservative about my interview attire, but not at all when going out to nightclubs. I did not bother wearing a necklace.

The dress was already eyecatching, you could add my skin to it. The silent allure added the final touch to the three-inch gold slipper sandals I chose to wear tonight. Tadaaa. I was ready and good to shake a leg and pirouette.

I went out to see Jess trying out her sandals. She was more confident wearing high heels than I did. She nailed it most of the time, like now, she was wearing a rose-gold sequin mini dress. She looked breathtaking.

Her eyes found mine. ”Oh, you’re stunning. I can’t wait to see men drooling at you, Hon.” She exclaimed.

"You don’t look bad yourself. If I were a man I would jump at you and ravish you in a nanosecond,” I retorted hotly.

We giggled audibly and high-fived. I felt free and untrammeled every time we did this special time we had together. We didn’t do much clubbing. Truth be told, we both find pleasure in it but have never gone beyond having fun. Here we come!

*****

The club was packed. People were oblivious as they danced to the music. The moment we stepped in, some eyes were on us. Who wouldn’t spare us a glimpse anyway? Even unattractive women in those skimpy dresses we were wearing wouldn’t be spared by those malicious and disgusting s****l stares from ogling men in the club.

Jess smirked and put her arm on my waist. She led me to the bar counter. She said we needed a shot before dancing the night away, to which I feverishly agreed. At any rate, it still made me a bit nervous.

"What can I offer these beautiful ladies for a drink?” The bartender inquired and flashed us a dashing smile. He was handsome but hmmm. Not my type.

“I’d like to have the Melon Patch with a slice of orange, please,” I smiled at him. He paused for a moment and just stared.

"And I’ll have Lavender Collins, Babe,” Jess waved her purse dramatically in front of him, which awoke him from his musing thought. It was weird, but there were times when I affected a few men that way. They were dazed for seconds, which was weird though, it was just a smile. Most of the time, I just shrugged it off.

After a shot or two, Jess dragged me to the dance floor. We danced to our hearts’ content, pouring our emotions into every move as we danced, swaying, grinding, and rotating our hips to every beat.

She held my hips and ground hers on me. I did the same. Her hands moved just below my breasts. Giggling, I bodily held her hands and swayed rhythmically from side to side. Anyone who was watching would have the biggest turn-on in their lives.

I turned to face her, held her hands, and ground seductively. Our eyes met and we simpered freely, totally laid-back.

Someone appeared behind Jess and gripped her hips. She stiffened and turned around. I was still dancing, giving her a knowing look on my face as I watched them.

The man was a devil himself. So prepossessing and masculine. I winked at her. I knew she got the message. She was now dancing with that stranger, the unmistakenly panty-dropper stranger. I bet Jess would be coming home panty-less.

I was laughing internally. Amused. Go, girl.

Jessa was in her world with that guy now, so I took my time and headed for the bathroom. My bladder was screaming bloody murder.

I strolled my way to the loo and bumped into some people who were also blasting their peak of euphoria. Some were making out, groping, and grinding.

I turned to the corner where the bathroom was but before I could, someone stopped me and embraced me from behind. I tensed up, too surprised to react.

His hand wormed around my stomach under my chest and harshly pulled me close, making me gasp for a short breath. My heart hammered profusely in my ribcage, however, there was something about this situation. Something arousing. The stranger smelt good.

"Where are you going?” He whispered with a voice so deep and husky that had my skin prickling. I wiggled to get away from his grip but it was useless.

"I would suggest you stop that or you’ll be surprised at who you’ll rouse down there?” He was blunt. I understood what he meant as crystal clear and as plain as day.

I deliberately grazed his clothed manhood when I wriggled the second time. Two could play this game. I was ashamed of my behavior, but I found it entertaining. Just for this night, it wouldn’t hurt. This man gave me the thrill I needed for tonight.

He then pressed his body to mine with more pressure to bear on.

“I know what you’re doing, doll. Don’t tempt me.” He warned, but he sounded restrained. So I affected him. My slutty-self was dancing.

"Let me go,” I willfully squirmed again. He groaned. His hand around me loosened. Now is the time! My arm smote, elbowing him. He didn’t see that coming. As I felt him lurch backward, I ran fast to the restroom, internally giggling. I didn’t think he would let me go either and my bladder was already screaming hell. My heart was thumping from excitement. I had never done that before. I could not deny it but I had such a good time.

I immediately emptied my bladder and smiled, having never been so happy to feel the relief. I cleaned up and washed my hands. Smiling, I looked at myself in the mirror. I seemed to be so untamed; my hair cascaded wildly, some strands of my dark brown hair fell unrestrainedly on both cheeks. I tucked them into my ears. My emerald eyes were shining with bitchiness. I just felt strangely sexy tonight.

The man sprang to mind. He must have taken the hint by now. I knew he left.

Shaking my head, I wanted to laugh at the situation. Well, I, without a doubt, enjoyed it. Glancing at myself one last time, I swirled around twice and giggled like a child at my reflection. I finally decided to go out.

Uh-uh... He was there, leaning half of his weight on the edge of the table. A bottle of alcohol in his left-hand which was tucked below his right arm while the latter hand was on his chin tapping it with his forefinger. He seemed amused. I might not have seen his face, but I knew it was him. I had it in my gut.

His eyes were deep. I couldn’t tell the color yet because it was slightly dark, and from the illumination in the background, I could hardly ever tell. His thick eyebrows always seemed to be frowning, but it made him more attractive. Intimidating. His straight-edged nose was very prominent on his face, his lips were full and thick. It screamed, "kiss me". God, the man was a work of art.

I was gaping at him, I realized.

I thought he was gone.

Clearing my throat, an idea sprang into my mind.

"Can I help you?” I inquired innocently.

" My, my, my...My little vixen is ready for an amnesia game,″ he sneered at me, slowly making his approach. "would you like me to remind you? I know you enjoyed it. You want it.” There was so much confidence and sensuality lacing his voice.

I would be a complete liar if I denied it. His steps were light and measured, edging me like I was his prey, making me take a step backward and when he reached me, I choked a gasp when his arms instantly enveloped my figure.

“You want me,” he huskily whispered to my ear, so close I could almost feel his lips sending a delicious shiver running down my spine. He clutched my hip with his right hand while his left hand held the bottle he took from the bartender.

He swayed and pressed his body dangerously close to me, and oh my...I was not innocent of male erections but to personally and consciously feeling it now? Oh, it felt strangely good. What!

I stood stiffly still, unable to move. I was still processing what was happening when I felt his hand moving slowly from my hip around and squeezed my butt. That was what awakened me from my state.

I pushed him so hard that he staggered back and hit his hip on the edge of the table behind him, but was quick enough to lean, avoiding a miserable fall.

“Stop! You..you just touched me. Pervert!” I spoke haltingly, my heart was pounding erratically. I made a quick turn to find Jessa but before I could, I was pushed hard onto the wall. If I hadn’t rested my hands on the wall, my face would have kissed it painfully.

He clasped my hair gently and turned me, so he could incline my face and whisper.

“Pervert? Do you know what would a pervert man do to a woman who plays innocent yet sexually promiscuous?” A groan escaped me when he licked that sweet spot behind my ear.

The tingling sensations rushed straight down to my lower abdomen and, sadly, it hit right to my core.

“Hmm...I bet you are wet now, huh? Doll? or do you want me to find out?”

Before what he said registered in my head, I gasped and sucked a lungful of air when he boldly cupped my panty-clothed püssy. He moaned.

“Hmmm, drippingly wet.” His husky voice seemed to have all the control I had over myself. It felt so wrong but I could not deny how aroused I became. He swiftly moved the fabric to the side and dipped a single digit, which elicited a needy moan from both of us. Fück!