The Beginning (6 page)

“So, um, have you been in here all night?” I don’t want him to know that I was looking for him.

“No, I just got here. I had a business dinner meeting.” His hand has not left my lower back.

“Oh, ok. I don’t think I saw you come in.” Shit. I don’t want him thinking I was looking for him.

That right corner of his mouth curls up, and he knows I was. Crap.

“I came in the back door.”

“Back door?”

“Yeah, they have a back door entrance from the alley that comes straight in here. Some people don’t want to be seen walking through the club and into this room.”

“How do they get a girl then?” There is so much I don’t know about this place.

“Look up here,” and he points to the ceiling. Right over the curtain line, you can see monitors that show the stage and various spots around the club. “When you see one you want, you flip this switch on the wall here, the champagne manager comes in and you just tell him who you like. He goes and get’s her, and then you wait.” I wonder how many times he has been back here, and with whom. I don’t know any of the other girls yet, but I am jealous already of his attentions towards them, past, present and future.

Just then, the manager arrives with the champagne in a bucket, two flutes, and a stand for it all. “Shall I open?” he offers.

“No.” Jonathan answers and reaches for the bottle. Before he pulls it out of the ice, he looks up at manager, who quietly retreats into the darkness. “That guys a creep.” He says to himself. Jonathan pops the cork perfectly, pours two flutes full, and hands me one. I take it and as I am still perched on the edge of the bench, keep one hand on my knee and hold my flute with the other. This is awkward, I don’t know what to say, I can’t take it and decide to ask about the note. I turn to my right to say something and Jonathan’s face is right there next to mine. As I was about to speak, my mouth is open a little, and he puts his lips right in front of mine, barely touching them and says, “You are so beautiful.” He kisses me. He holds his lips on mine for a moment, but not using his tongue, he pulls back to suck on my bottom lip for a second and then pulls away, and back to his place on the banquette. I am an ice cream cone on a hot summer sidewalk.

“Sorry,” he says. Why does he keep apologizing to me?

“It’s ok. I liked it.” He exhales, relieved. It occurs to me that it is possible that he has no idea know what he does to me, the flaming desire he ignites in my core. Like how last night made me feel, or how he made me feel when I saw him again, or how I want him to do it all again. I decide to be bold and show him.

I put down my flute on the small ottoman against the left cubby wall. In a swift move I stand up, pivot to the front of him, and pick up his left crossed leg at the ankle. I gently put it down on the floor. I then step in between his legs and look down at him, towering in my new heels and he is staring up at me with his cerulean eyes wide and waiting. I lean in and grab the backrest with my left hand, right behind his shoulder, I pull up my left leg next to his right thigh and with my right hand I grab my new long dress and pull the side up to the top of my thigh. I see his eyes flash down to between my legs. With my hem up, I am able to put my right leg next to his left thigh and straddle him on the banquette. I don’t sit fully down on his lap, but hold myself up on my knees and shins. I place both hands behind his head on the backrest and lean in to kiss him. Right before my lips met his, he swiftly takes both of his hands, scoops them around my waist, and holds my hips. His move was fast and takes another breath of mine away. He scoots to the end of bench, moves his hands to the middle of my back, pulls me towards him and onto his lap fully. I can feel his hard pleasure through his jeans. I looked deeply into his eyes, dancing with excitement, and he leans forward, dipping me. I am parallel to the floor and suspended solely by his hands. They are strong and firm on my back, and I felt safely supported.

“Lay your head back” he tells me and I did as he says.

Holding me up he leans his head down between my breasts and starts to softly kiss me up my sternum, when he gets to my neck he works up my throat and then over to just below my left ear. Stopping here, he kisses, licks, and sensually sucks on me. It makes me lightheaded, Jonathan makes me weightless and floating as he suspends me. I let my head fall back and his mouth crossed from my left to my right side; there he continues his pleasant oral assault. “aaaahhhhh” comes up my throat and out of my mouth. With his lips on my jaw, I can feel him smiling with my enjoyment.

His firm grasp with left fingers spread on my back holding me tightly, while he takes his right hand and moves it from my lower back to behind my head and he pushes it back up making us face to face. Holding my gaze, I smile at him, and he asks, “ So what kind of move was that supposed to be? A lap dance?”

Embarrassed, I say “Nope, I was making a pass at you.”

“Ah I see. Well Lenox, I was quite shocked but it was a very welcome advance.”

“One that you never let me actually make.” I pointed out, looking away.

“Touché” and with that he takes his right thumb and put the knuckle under my chin to bring my face back to his. He leans in, “you’re so sensual” and puts his mouth on mine.

A volcano erupts in my belly and I feel hot lava running through my veins. I open my mouth wide to let him take all he wants of me, our tongues meet in my mouth, and he twirls his around my teeth while I follow his with mine. Jonathan pulls me up fully with both his hands on my ass, and leans back into the backrest. I scoot all the up to his lap, with both of my thighs straddling next to his, and wrap my arms around him and thrust my hands into his soft dark hair. We continue to kiss deeply, and he holds me tight rubbing his hands up and down my back. His hands all over envelope me in a lustful hug that makes me scoot closer to him and with my dress hiked up around my hips, my new silk panties are directly on the crotch of his black jeans. I can feel him hard against the denim and me.

As we kiss, our bodies come together and rock and sway. Jonathan has his hand on the back of my neck and the other on my ass pulling me into him. I have tightened my grip with my thighs clamping them to his, holding on for dear life. He still has that perfect stubble from last night and it is soft and tickles my face as we kiss hard and deeply. Our tongues have a mind of their own and continue to circle and entwine each other. Both of us moan and growl when our groins touch with our rocking. I am wild with passion for this man. A man I just met whose side I don’t want to leave. What is it about him that makes me so attracted, so pulled, so desperate for his touch. I never want this kiss, this night, this feeling of being wrapped around him to end. But it does.

Jonathan pulls away, but keeps me in a tight grip. My hands are still in his hair, we are panting, staring into each other’s eyes, and he is grinning with a sexy glint in his eyes.

“Hey” he says.

“Hi” I reply.

We are enraptured and not letting go.

“What you do to me. What I feel when I look at you is nothing I understand.” He says.

“I feel the same. I was drawn to you instantly. But,” and I trail off.

Jonathan takes a hand off my behind and with the tip his thumb under my chin he says, “What?”

“Well, why did you apologize in that note? I don’t understand. Did I do something that made you feel like you owed me one? I was so confused.” The tone in my voice dips low.

He looks away for a minute and turns back to me, eyes deep and dark, but I still sink into them like the deep blue sea.

“I completely lost control with you last night. I let my thirst for you take over my rational mind and I never asked for your permission. I just went with my gut and took what I wanted. I wanted to taste you, all of you. I thought I owed you an apology for my hasty actions.”

I smiled at the honesty and the memory of his tasting me.

“Well, I am sure you could tell that my body was ok with your loss of control.” I smiled a big smiled desperate to show him that what he did was ok with me.

“Yes,” he smiled a big smile, “your body was very responsive. It was such a turn on for me. It only made me want you more. I thought about you all day. I tried to stay away tonight, but I kept thinking about you, wondering what you bought today, and I rushed my business dinner to sneak in here.”

He was here? Since when? “Why did you sneak in and when did you get here?” I asked.

“I arrived about an hour into your shift and I snuck in because I was hoping just watching you would be enough to satisfy me. But it wasn’t. I had to touch you, to smell you again.”

As he tells me these things, my stomach is doing somersaults. He nuzzles into my neck and re-grasps me tightly with both hands. I put my face next to his and slowly rub his cheek with mine. I feel him breath in and out deeply, taking in my scent. I feel the soft stubble on his face; I close my eyes and try to capture this feeling. Lock it away for when I am alone and thinking about him.

We are both jolted from our silent moment of memory keeping by a ring. “Ugh” he groans. It must be his phone, and I notice him grab two smart phones from his jacket. Two? He must be very important. I lean back so he can pull the phone to his ear and talk. As he does, he mouths “sorry” to me.

“Ellis.” His last name is Ellis. Jonathan Ellis. Strong, sexy. I like it. His face goes grim, his brow furrows and he stops looking at me and looks up.

“Uh huh, uh huh, ok and how many servers are affected?” I stare at him while he talks and watch that strong jaw I like clench firm. I move to slide off him and give him some space, but he grabs me firmer at my waist, looks at me, and mouths “no.” Delighted I stay put. I can hear another male voice coming out of the phone and Jonathan is just listening. I take my fingers and tuck, and re-tuck his soft black hair behind his left ear. He squeezes me to let me know he likes it.

“Ok, I can be in the office in thirty minutes.” He hangs up. He is leaving and I am deflated. My body slumps in his grip and on his lap. “I’m sorry kitten.” He kisses me softly on my pouting lips.

“S’ok” I mumble. Shit. This was going so well, I thought maybe even further than last night. He reaches over to put down his phone and picks up his flute of champagne. He holds it to my lips. “Here, drink, cool off.” With the words, he smirks with the right side of his mouth. He knows how turned on I was, he knows he had me melting like chocolate in his arms and with his tongue. He tips the glass at my lips and I drink thirstily. Then he raises the flute to his own lips. I watch him close his eyes and drink. It gives me an idea.

When he opens his eyes I stick my fingers in the champagne and rub them on my lips, “oops” I say, and hope he remembers what happened last night when I did this. He throws his head back and lets out a loud, “HA! Not this time my dear.” I crinkle up my nose and mouth into a semi-pout and get off his lap. Things were going so good and now he has to leave.

“That was intense. I don’t know if I have ever been so turned on so quickly by anyone. I could hold you and kiss you all night.” He tells me. “Your skin is so soft and supple and your ass fits perfectly in my hands. The way you clamped your thighs into mine was like a vice, and I didn’t want to move.” I blush and want to tell him I feel the same way. As I am about to try, he grabs my hands, turns my palm up, and gives me three soft quick kisses on it. “I have to leave. I’m sorry.”

He stands up, adjusts his jacket, states “I’ll be right back,” and he walked out of the curtain. I sit and wait. In a moment he comes back into our little cubicle, “Okay everything is all set and paid for. You can sit back here and finish the champagne, but I have to go, I am sorry.” He has returned to cool and calm. I do not want to look forlorn so I smile and just say, “Ok, thank you, good night.” He leans over, kisses my lips, turns, and walks back out through the curtain. Shit. He left again, but this time I was left with a sexual frustration that I didn’t know how to deal with. I grabbed my flute and poured fresh, cold champagne. I glug the entire thing. I moved and sat in the warm spot he had just left. I suppose I could masturbate in here. Probably not the first time someone has, but I decide to leave.

Right as I stand up to leave there is a whoosh and flourish as Jonathan rushes back in. He grabs me into a tight embrace and throws his lips on mine, prying them apart with his strong tongue. I pull myself into him by wrapping my arms around his lower back and as he kisses me, he runs his fingers up into my hair and grabs my scalp. He is inhaling me again, taking me all into him and I love it.

He picks me up and walks me backwards to the banquette, lowering to sit me down. Never letting me go, he shifts to the right and sits besides me. Using his left arm he turns me towards him, and I scoot my butt so that I am facing him, his lips and tongue have never left my mouth. With his right hand he pulls out from my hair, down the nape of my neck, strong nimble fingers scroll down my back and slowly over to my stomach. His touch is a jumper cable to my engine. In two short pulls, he has my dress up at my hips again and just as I think he is going to pull my underwear down, he slows his touch and his tongue to match. Very soft deft fingers are placed outside of my silk panties. He slowly rubs me outside of them, up and down, the rhythm of his fingers matching the rhythm of his tongue in my mouth. He pulls his lips away from mine, and up to my right ear. “Lenox, listen to me, I want you to slow your breathing down. Breathe in and out, matching the rhythm of my fingers ok?”