I turn to her once she parks. “Come in for a little while,” I say, not wanting this date to end.

  She studies me for a moment while she thinks it over. “Yeah, okay. I’ll come in for a little bit,” she agrees.

  My heart leaps for joy in my chest. Not that I’m expecting sex or anything, but maybe some making out while I round second base would be nice. I’ve been waiting so long to get my hands on her perfect little body. We get out of the car and head into my place, letting her walk in first. Once I have the door shut and locked behind us, I take her hand and pull her to me. She comes willingly, placing her hands on my chest. I capture her mouth with my own as I wrap my arms around her. She melts against me and moans softly.

  “No sex on the first date, Calvin,” she murmurs against my lips.

  “I wasn’t expecting sex,” I mutter, kissing my way down her neck.

  She tilts her head to the side to give me better access. I hum my approval as I lick and suck on the sensitive skin just under her ear. Her nails graze my scalp sending shivers down my spine.

  “There is something else we can do, though,” she purrs seductively.

  “Is that so?” I ask, lifting my head to look down at her.

  She shoots me a sexy smile. My heart lurches in my chest. Damn her and her gorgeous smile. Wow, I am in deep already. She has me in her clutches and honestly, I don’t want her to let me go. She’s the only woman that has ever made me break my own rules, that’s got to mean something, right? It just seems that every moment I spend with her is sending me further and further down the path of no return.

  She tugs me over to my leather armchair and shoves me down onto it. Okay...where is she going with this? Instead of dropping to her knees as I almost expect her to, she walks around the coffee table and sits down on the couch, lounging back against the corner. My eyebrows rises in curiosity.

  “Have you ever masturbated in front of anyone before?” Charlotte asks, catching me off guard, making me almost come in my jeans.

  “Ah…I can’t say that I have,” I answer after clearing my throat.

  “I think we should try it, it’s pretty hot,” she murmurs, her heavy lidded eyes watching me.

  “So, you want me to jerk off while you touch yourself?” I clarify. Yes! Fuck, please say yes!

  She bites her bottom lip and nods, her desire-laden gaze raking over me from head to…crotch. Shit, I think my Pinky is a freak in disguise. I like it!

  In my head, I’m screaming like I have just received the best fucking present in the entire world. “Okay, we can do that,” is what I say in what I hope is a calm tone.

  Charlotte smiles seductively at me and stands in front of me, just out of reach. She dips her thumbs into the waistband of her skintight leggings and begins to peel them down over her asking-to-be-grabbed-onto hips and down her taut thighs, revealing the tiniest pair of panties that I have ever seen. I lick my lips. I want to cry over the fact that I’m about to see her naked. My cock immediately jumps to attention, pushing at my zipper, wanting out. She then slowly and torturously pulls her sweater over her head to reveal her pretty, baby blue lace bra that is cupping her milky white breasts to perfection. I wish I were her bra right now. They match her eyes perfectly and I can’t keep mine off her. I respond by yanking off my own shirt and tossing it aside. She lets out a soft moan as her eyes hungrily scan over my chest and abs.

  Her panties – otherwise known as the tiny scrap of material that is keeping me from heaven - are the next to go. Holy mother of God! The woman is flawless. Her skin is pale and creamy, and I can only imagine that it is as soft as it looks. The she-devil then sits back down across from me and spreads her legs wide. A low groan escapes my throat. She’s bare between her legs and the prettiest pink that I’ve ever seen. It takes everything in me not to go over there and bury my face between her parted thighs. I undo my jeans and shove them down to my ankles, letting my painfully throbbing cock spring free. Charlotte gasps then smiles wide.

  “Mmm, you’re a big boy,” she purrs, her eyes locked onto my dick.

  I smirk, feeling my ego inflate a bit. It’s always nice when a woman calls you a big boy. Guys are weird like that. We like women to notice if our junk is big or not. Ya know, penis envy and all that shit. Something of which I don’t have, just so you know. I take myself in my hand and start stroking slowly.

  She reaches down, sliding a finger through her slick folds. She gasps softly, her eyes rapt on my hand and cock. I can’t blame her, my eyes are locked on her pussy and I can’t look the fuck away. Now I understand why she thinks this is hot, because it fucking is!

  Another moan bubbles up my throat. My cock weeps, and I spread the natural lube around the head. My breath hisses out…shit, I might not last as long as I had hoped. Charlotte uses her free hand to unhook her bra in the back; it pops free and she tosses her bra aside. Fuck me! Those are the most beautiful breasts that I’ve ever seen. They are full and perky with a dusky pink nipple. My mouth waters with the need to pull one of her nipples into my mouth. I need to get my mouth and hands on those perfect tits of hers.

  A sexy flush creeps over Charlotte’s high cheeks. Her eyes are heavy lidded and smoldering as she watches me. She suddenly gets to her feet and starts toward me. Maybe she’s changed her mind? She climbs onto my lap, her legs straddling my thighs. Following my first instinct, I reach for her hips but she slaps my hands away.

  “No touching,” she hisses.

  I realize that she hasn’t changed her mind, but wants me to keep jerking off with her in my lap. Jesus. My balls pull tight and my abs clench. I’ve never been so turned on in my life! I blow out a harsh breath as I struggle for control. This woman is going to make me come like a greenhorn. I watch her as she rubs circles around her clit, her breath coming faster. I reach down with my other hand to cup my boys as I speed up my stroking, focusing mostly on the engorged head, which is the most sensitive.

  Then she goes and does it, she slips her finger inside of herself. Her head falls back, those pouty lips of hers part, and a moan escapes her. Her thighs tighten and tremble around mine and I friggin’ lose it. I grunt and hiss as I shoot my load all over my chest and stomach. Sonofabitch! Charlotte’s body vibrates and her free hand clamps onto my thigh. I can only assume that she is coming, too. I have never seen anything more beautiful. Slowly, her body relaxes and she sighs, dropping her chin to her chest. I have to admit that that was the best self-pleasuring experience that I’ve ever had.

  “Damn, Pinky, that was hot,” I pant.

  She lifts her head and smiles lazily. “Told ya,” she murmurs.

  Charlotte

  Did we really just do that? Yeah, we fucking did! And it was insanely sexy. Calvin has the best body that I’ve ever seen on a man in person. All of those hard rippling muscles. And his cock, my god, it’s beautiful - long and thick. I’m actually tempted to fuck him right now, screw it being the first date. But I will refrain. I really don’t want to look like a hoe.

  I lean forward and give him a languid kiss. I can’t believe that it took me so long to finally be with him. I can be so stupid sometimes. I clamber off his lap and go in search of some tissues. I find a box on the end table next to the couch, grab them, and turn back to Calvin, who is watching me intensely. I wonder what he’s thinking? I walk back over to him and hand him the box. His chocolate eyes stare into mine for a moment before he takes the box from me. He finally breaks eye contact and starts to clean himself up.

  As he is doing that, I start pulling on my clothes. I just pull my sweater over my head when I feel him press against my back, his mouth dropping to the crook of my neck as his arms wrap around my waist.

  “Do you have any idea how fucking gorgeous you are?” He whispers quietly. “You are the most stunning woman that I’ve ever laid eyes on.”

  I smile and close my eyes. “You probably say that to all of the ladies,” I tease.

  He shakes his head. “No, only you.”

  I’m momentarily speechless by the honesty in his tone. Well, shit. What do I say to that? “Thank you,” I murmur, probably sounding so lame.

  “You’re welcome. And thank you for a wonderful first date. I must say, it was one for the record books,” he snickers.

  I elbow him in the gut, making him grunt. “Shut up.” I chuckle.

  He straightens and turns me around to face him. “Honestly, I really enjoyed myself,” he says sincerely, as he strokes his large hands up and down my arms.

  I smile. “Yeah, me, too.”

  “We can do this again, right? My turn to treat.”

  I nod. “Most definitely.”

  “Great.” He smirks and gives me a peck on the lips. “Now, I really have to get ready for work. You are welcome to stay and keep me company while I do.”

  I agree to stay. I follow Calvin into his bedroom where he pulls out clothes to wear and lays it on his bed. I hang out on his bed while he takes a quick shower. He comes back into the bedroom in just his towel and I seriously have to fight back the urge to jump him. All that sexy caramel skin on display is too much for me to handle. He must sense my arousal because he dresses quickly. I think he’s trying to behave, too. When he’s all ready to go, he walks me out to my car, kisses me stupid, then sends me on my way. Damn, what is this guy doing to me?

  Chapter Eight

  Charlotte

  It’s been a few weeks since my first date with Calvin, and I am strung out. I mean seriously addicted. We have gone out a few more times, but nothing major – grabbed a coffee before he went into work or a quick bite during my lunch hour. He hasn’t even done more than kiss me those times we’ve met. Sweetly. Not that I am complaining because just having his lips on me is body tingling. But I want more. I need more. Anywho, like I said, nothing to write home about. Of course, it doesn’t help that we keep different schedules since he works most nights. Actually, he has asked me a few times to come to the club while he is working, but I feel a little weird about it. I don’t know.

  This week seems to have dragged ass. With Eddie out of the office, my stress level has risen considerably. The villagers are getting restless with the fact that this ass dweeb is bogarting all of Eddie’s attention and they are taking it out on me. I really could use a drink – or a good screw. Maybe it is time to visit Calvin at Club M after all.

  I find myself staring at the clock all day. Now that I have decided that I am going to see Calvin at the club, the minutes are crawling by. I mean seriously. Every time I look up, it has only been a few minutes. It has to be five o’clock somewhere, right? Fuck it, I am out of here!

  I make a quick stop at my place to shower, freshen up my makeup, sweep my hair up into a messy but sexy French knot, and change into something a little more…revealing. I decide on a black leather mini with my gold lamé backless silk shirt. And when I say backless, I mean no bra wearing, sticky-tape-required backless. My front is completely covered, demure even. But when I turn around… va va va voom! The only material you can see is the waistband, it is only being held up by a thin gold chain stretching across my shoulders. Calvin is going to freak when he sees this! If he can see past my leather clad ass.

  I slip into my prized pair of gold Jimmy Choos and do a once over in the mirror. Something is missing. My lips! I grab a shimmery gloss, my cell, and keys, then head out the door. No turning back. Tonight’s the night. Nothing and nobody is going to stand in my way. Not even myself.

  I delicately slide into Daisy, making sure not to moon anyone in the process. Oh yeah, I figured that since I am unable to wear a bra, I might as well go completely commando. And I have to admit, I am feeling a little freaky. Sexy, but freaky. I get myself situated, making sure I am decent, and then head to Club Masquerade. I am so nervous that I almost forget to call Monica to put myself on tonight’s list. Even though Nick, Delilah, Parker, and I all have VIP status, we are still supposed to call ahead so that our nametags are ready and messenger devices are available and programmed with our numbers. While on the phone with Monica, a little idea pops into my head and I run with it. Thankfully, she is all for foreplay and she goes along with it. I give her my new name and number and tell her I will be there in a few.

  Still Charlotte…

  Every time I walk through the door at Club M, it feels like the first time when I was here with Delilah. It is so impressive; it takes my breath away, just like its owner. I hope I can say the same thing about what he’s got in his pants later! I spend a few extra minutes plotting with Monica, and then head in through the solid wooden double doors. The first thing I do is pull off my nametag. I have no interest in anybody messaging me tonight, so there is no point in wearing it. I don’t want to be disturbed during my mission. I walk the perimeter making sure that he doesn’t see me, and then slide into a corner booth, out of sight. I scan the room trying to find him, but it is so large, like a grand ballroom, that it takes me a solid few minutes to spot him. To say that I am not pleased is an understatement.

  Calvin - my Calvin – is leaning against the bar, his back to the room. I don’t need to see his face to know that it’s him. His broad shoulders, muscular back, and that ass. I could pick that ass out of a line up. Oooh that would be awesome! How can I make that happen? But the leggy red head hanging on him is certainly not a welcome sight. Maybe my plan is stupid. Maybe I should have taken him up on his offer to visit weeks ago. I see Calvin turn to her and smile. Not a panty-melting smile, but a nice smile. A polite smile. I’m not close enough to see if it reaches his eyes, but I doubt that I would be able to tell anyway with his mask. But it is a smile, nonetheless, and I am heartbroken. I feel like such a fool. Just as I feel my insecurities and past issues creeping in, I see him gently grab her hand – gasp! –and then slowly lower it from his arm, placing it lightly to her side. I think he is trying to give her the brush off, but I don’t think she is getting the hint. She tries to touch his chest this time, and I am standing up out of the booth quicker than necessary. Just as I am about to approach this desperate slut – effectively ruining my seductions plans for the evening – I see him shake his head at her and remove her hand again. This time, she gets it and walks away with a pouty face. Desperation is not her color.

  I watch him walk around a little bit, making sure that everything is running smoothly and that the guests are enjoying themselves. My mood elevates when I see him on the dance floor walking toward the band. He is snapping his fingers and bopping his head back and forth. I guess I picked swing night because the band is playing Zoot Suit Riot. He looks so sexy and so relaxed. He is wearing a black button down dress shirt and charcoal gray pants that are molded to his ass so closely that I may start drooling if I don’t look away. Shifting in my seat, trying to calm the pulsing between my legs, I get my shit together and send him a text.

  Golden Cha Cha #666: Hey, sexy. U look lonely. Want some company?

  C- dog #413: Depends on what kind of company u are offering

  Golden Cha Cha #666: Only the best kind, of course

  C- dog #413: I am a bit lonely :( Someone to warm my bed would be nice

  What? Is he fucking kidding?

  Golden Cha Cha #666: Would anyone do? Or is there a certain someone u are waiting for?

  I start chewing on the skin around my thumbnail waiting for his reply.

  C- dog #413: Wouldn’t mind checking the validity of your moniker...

  I release the breath that I didn’t even realize I was holding. I guess the “dog” in his nickname isn’t just for show. Time to kick it up a notch.

  Golden Cha Cha #666: Maybe if u take me up to a room u can find out for yourself

  C- dog #413: Room 2B. 5 min

  Oh, he is going to fucking pay for this. I came here for a good screw, needing to relieve all of this stress from work. I guess a good fight will do the same trick.

  Golden Cha Cha #666: You got it, hot stuff

  I wait a few extra minutes to make sure that he gets there before me. Admittedly, I have to take that extra time to calm myself down and think things through. I am beyond pissed at the player, heartbroken by my lover, and disappointed as a friend. I know that we never really defined what we are, and we never discussed exclusivity or monogamy, but I guess I just assumed that while we are dating and getting to know each other, that other sexual encounters would be off limits. I feel like a fool. I grab my purse, the messenger, and head to room 2B.

  When I get upstairs, I see that Calvin has left the door open a crack for me. Well, not me exactly. I guess that few extra minutes served its purpose on this front; it hasn’t, however, cooled me down any. He is in that room, just on the other side of that door, waiting for the girl with the golden cha cha. Boy is he going to be disappointed.

  I take a deep breath, straighten my spine, stiffen my shoulders, lift my chin, and confidently –even if I am faking it – walk through the door of room 2B. I slam the door behind me and turn quickly on my heels, ripping off my mask.

  I see him approaching me quickly, his mask already off. Damn, he is sexy. I point my finger at him and speak sternly. “Who the hell do you think you are?” I bite out, gritting my teeth.

  He keeps striding toward me until his mouth is covering mine, my back thumping against the door that I had just slammed shut. I am lost in his kiss. All rationale leaves my brain and my body betrays me. His large hands grab my arms, sliding them above my head as his right one locks both of my hands together in his one. His left hand begins to drift down my body past my beaded nipples, which have nowhere to hide in this blouse, and latches onto my hipbone. His hand is so large it practically encircles my entire waist. He has one muscular thigh between my legs and I am completely pinned against the door, my body buzzing in anticipation of what he will do next. In this position, I can feel his erection leaning against my stomach, and he is rock hard. Take me, taste me, screw me, I chant in my head.