Lost in the Game

"Take me here," I whispered in his ear.

His musky scent enflamed my senses creating gnawing desire within my womb. He leaned in towards me and then his intense ginger eyes lost me and caught something new. I followed them to a red haired beauty, who stood across the room.

Her blue eyes were dead set on his lean hard body. I watched her as she moved closer towards us.

"She's mine."

"Her? She's not nearly as-" I began.

"No, she's mine. I want her. I'll win her before the nights through," his velvety voice cooed in promise.

He left me standing alone and cold. He approached her from an angle. Her head tilted in curiosity for his sweet words. I couldn't hear him, but I could definably see them. Her soft pale hand gently stroked his muscled arm. Her breast were pushed up and she neared him by the second. She laughed at his words, then whispered things into his ear.

I watched them with keen dark eyes in the shadows of the dimly lit night club one for only the extremely wealthy. The kind of club that caters to those who have too much time and way too much money. The kind of club where one would meet a handsome stranger and never be seen again.

"A drink, Miss?" a uniformed waiter asked.

"Yes, please," I said taking a crystal glass of golden champagne.

The waiter walked away and I noted that he was no longer talking to the red-haired beauty. She was sitting on a dark colored sofa a few feet away from me. She was eyeing me hungrily. Curiosity got the best of me as I approached her, I wanted to know why he chose her tonight.

I sat down beside her and smiled, my plump red lips working.

"Hello," I whispered, unnecessarily.

"What?" she said, moving closer towards me. I could smell her sweet perfume; a mixture of lavender and vanilla.

"I said hello. You look beautiful tonight," I quietly flirted.

Her small pink lips spontaneously burst into a smile. It didn't illuminate her face or eyes; in fact, it did little but change the shape of her lips.

Her eyes were a crystal blue but when I looked into them, there was nothing underneath. Her skin was a pale white with small freckles that sprinkled about her cheekbones and nose. Her body was small and petite with small lumps for breasts and a small bottom that curved in just the right spot. She donned a dress of emerald green that clung to her curves and plunged at the neck to accent her small breasts.

"Thank you," she replied, scooting closer to me. "I'm new here. Just moved into town. Why don't you welcome me properly?"

I almost laughed at her request. She was not even attempting to be subtle.

She pushed her breast into my empty hand then took the glass of champagne from my other and placed it on the table in front of us. We were in a secluded corner, though not entirely secluded.

"You're lovely," she whispered, before moving her hand up my thigh underneath my black fitted dress.

Her long pale fingers met the hot spot in between my legs. I pulled her into a kiss. It was soft and slow at first, I simply wanted to taste her. She tasted like champagne minus the bubble. Her lips started to move more fiercely on mine as her hand began to move more quickly between my thighs. My breath caught as I came.

I pulled my mouth away from hers.

"Lola," his smooth voice interrupted.

I turned towards his voice. She removed her hand out from under my dress and smiled at him.

"Hello, again," she purred in his direction.

He gave her a cheap smile. Then reached out for my hand.

"I'm going to have to steal her away from you now," he informed her.

She frowned. "I was hoping you'd like to join us?"

"We're leaving, I'm sorry," he replied, pulling me up and away from her.

I followed him out into the cool autumn air. He pulled me along until we reached a small ally on the side of the building.

"I want you," he whispered.

I smirked.