Breaking Into the Business (6 page)

He
laughed. “No. Would you like to dance with me?”

“I’m
not really a dancer,” I said.

“We
can find our own little spot in the corner,” he said. “I promise to guide you
through this.”

I
thought about that for a minute. What could it hurt? I mean, he seemed like a
nice guy and all and that would surely get the girls off my case. I thought of
Jeremy and my date with the author, but this didn’t really count as cheating
since I wasn’t attached to either man.

No,
I was a free woman, and I could do whatever I wanted. It was time that I
started living in the moment and just do whatever felt good right then. No
stressing about how stupid I might look or over think the dilemma of what was
best for my children. I would be happy for once and place my needs on the list.

“Sure,”
I said finally.

He
took my hand and led me away from the bar and onto the dance floor. His palm
felt warm in mine and I could feel my heartbeat picking up. When we stepped
onto the dance floor, I could see that it had gotten more crowded since I had
walked across. Greg led us over into a corner near the DJ booth and away from the
onlookers.

The
beat of the song was fast, but instead of dancing like the rest of the clubbers,
he pulled me in close for a slow dance. At first, I was confused, because the
song playing did not in any manner invite a slow dance, but he didn’t seem to care.
Both of his arms gripped the sides of my waist and he began swaying.

I
looked at my own hands as if figuring out where to place them. Finally, I
decided on resting them on his firm chest. He saw my hesitation and smiled
reassuringly at me.

“I’ve
never moved this fast,” I said suddenly over the music.

“This
isn’t fast,” he said. “We’re not doing anything.”

“We’re
dancing,” I noted.

“So
what?” Greg said. “It’s harmless.”

“But
we’re close,” she said.

“I
could be closer,” he offered.

I
didn’t answer, and he must have taken that for an affirmative response. Both of
his hands slid behind the small of my back and joined behind me. With a slight
force, he moved my body closer to his.

“How’s
this?” he asked.

Part
of me wanted to scream and run. How had I gotten myself into this? I wanted to
look at Pearl and Betsy so that I could motion for their help, but the majority
of my body resisted that small part. I stayed exactly where I was because I
knew that the greater part of my being felt that this was where I was supposed
to be.

We
danced like that for another three songs, never changing our tempo and shifting
closer together at various intervals. I could feel my breasts pressing against
the flat hardness of his abdomen. A sensation flooded through my body that I had
never felt with Frank.

Just
then, we passed under one of the fans and a chunk of my curls flew up and into
my face. Before I could do anything about it, he pulled one hand out from
behind me and used it to pull the hair back from my face. Instead of removing
his hand, he left it there next to my face. Somehow, his gaze became more
penetrating, and his eyes looked as if they would bore holes right through my
body.

From
what I had seen on TV and movies, most gentlemen ask for permission to kiss a
girl before they do it. Greg didn’t even bother. He leaned down and planted his
thick red lips against mine, like two forces of flesh colliding in a wet,
lustful embrace.

The
force against my mouth was hard, but each of his lips was gentle in the way
that they caressed my opening mouth. The embrace of our mouths lasted for an eternity.
When he finally pulled back, my mouth hung open for a few seconds longer.

“That
was nice,” he said.

“Yeah,”
I whispered between labored breathing.

I
didn’t have time to say anything else before he kissed me again, and this time
the eternity lasted longer. We stayed like that until he stopped, but instead
of pulling back away, his head lowered slightly. My head fell back some as he
moved his face down onto my neck and there he planted several smooth, wet
kisses.

A
spasm shot up my back from that touch. One of his hands traveled from near my
waist up to the back of my neck and there he held me like that for the
remainder of the song.

Time
became an intangible, indefinable aspect that escaped my mind altogether. The
beat of the music faded into nothingness and the light and smoke from around
the dance floor coalesced into a haze that only heightened the feeling of this
being a dream.

I
felt him pull away and that act snapped me back into the present. He never let
go of my hand and instead, led me off of the dance floor and back towards the
bar. I found myself in a dream like trance. Only briefly, did I glance back to
my original table, glimpsing Pearl and Betsy staring at us with wild, wide
eyes.

“I’ve
never danced like that before,” I told Greg as he held a stool out for me to
sit on.

“I
wasn’t really concerned with the dancing,” he said. “But it was lovely.”

“The
way you are,” I said, trying to find the words. “It’s like you are so gentle,
yet so aggressive at the same time.”

“It’s
the art of being a lover,” Greg said. He smiled down at me.

“Well,
you excel at that,” I said.

“Do
you like the way that I make you feel?” he asked.

“Um,
yes,” I said.

“Then
would you like to get out of here? We can go back to my place.”

I
could have squealed like a little girl who had just been asked to the dance by
the hottest boy in school. I didn’t know whether to exclaim my answer as loud
as possible and run from the building, or just decline altogether. I just met
this man, and not a half hour later, he’s asking me back to his place. What if
he were some sort of axe murderer or serial killer?

I
stared back into his blue yes, debating my answer. I had the date with Jeremy
coming up and that was a promising prospect. Would tonight ruin that in any
way? I couldn’t see how it would ruin it if only for the simple reason that I
found another man that I liked more. I didn’t know much about Greg, but if he
treated other aspects of his life as he had my neck and lips, then he would
certainly be a keeper.

“Sure,”
I said. “But I should probably stop by and tell my friends.”

“Let’s
go,” he took my hand again and led me around the dance floor this time to the
opposite side. When we approached the other girls, they didn’t budge. The only
part of their bodies that moved was their eyes as they followed Greg to where
he stopped behind me.

“Hey,
girls,” I said. “This is Greg.”

“Well
hello, Greg,” Pearl said, extending one of her hands.

“This
is Pearl and Betsy,” I told him.

“You
found yourself a cute one,” Betsy said, extending her hand.

Greg
chuckled. “Don’t you mean that you ladies found a good one for her?”

Betsy
and Pearl both shot me looks that could kill. Pearl mouthed the words, “You told
him?”

“Of
course, I told him,” I said. “He thought it was funny.”

“Our
friend here just needed a little shove,” Pearl said. “We were only trying to
help push her into the arms of a nice, good looking man like you.”

“I
appreciate the help,” he said.

“We’re
going to get going,” I announced.

“What?”
Betsy asked, clearly shocked. She tried to work out just what that statement
meant and what the precise implications were.

“He’s
invited me back to his place,” I explained. “Betsy, would you mind stopping by
my house and checking on the children?”

“Sure,”
she said agreed, but never once did she let her smile fade.

“Let
them know that I’m okay, but I am hanging out with another friend,” I said.

Betsy
leaned in closer to me and whispered, “So you’re really going home with him?
You’re okay with this?”

Pearl
slapped the other woman’s arm. “She had better be going home with him. If she
doesn’t, I am.”

I
laughed and led Greg away from the table. He said goodbye to the girls and
followed me outside.

The
cab ride to his place was short. Actually, I’m not really sure how long the cab
ride was because we spent the entire time making out in the backseat. I started
out wedged in the crook of his arm and then he had spun me around abruptly. I
was smaller than he was, and I felt comfortable and closed in with one of his
arms behind my hand and the other hand traveling up my midsection to my breasts.

His
left hand reached up and cupped my breasts over the fabric of my shirt. A man
hadn’t touched me there in so long. I felt his hand leave my breasts and then move
downwards. As he reached my belt, the cab stopped, and we had arrived at his
apartment.

As
if we were running for our lives, we bolted up the steps to the second floor
where his apartment was. He led the way, holding my right hand, and I struggled
to keep up with him, which was a challenge in heels.

He
fumbled with the keys, but finally managed to get the door unlocked. He
practically threw me inside, and he then entered, slamming the door with his
foot. When he had pushed me inside, my back hit the wall, and now that he was
inside, he pushed up against me.

Our
mouths met, only this time it was more animalistic than it had been on the
dance floor. His mouth and tongue searched mine, probing around, caressing the
inside of my mouth. I didn’t know if it was my imagination, but there seemed to
be a degree of calculation with his tongue’s movements, like a rehearsed dance
that he had practiced every day of his life.

His
hands were busy the entire time. My shirt was unbuttoned and open, but I didn’t
remember him undoing any buttons. He flipped my shirt back, revealing my bra.
His other hand slid around my back and found the clasp that held it closed, and
with a flick of his fingers, it was unclasped, exposing my breasts.

Any
other time, I would have been embarrassed, but he made me feel beautiful, like
the most wanted woman in the world. His left hand cupped my breast and his
thumb and pointer finger put pressure on the center. The entire time, his mouth
never left mine.

He
pulled my shirt and bra away from my body and threw them on the floor. He
pulled his face back from mine and lowered himself slightly. He slid his hand back
and took my breast in his mouth. The sensation was incredible. Frank had never
touched me like this before. Our sex was always so plain and vanilla.

As
he fumbled with the buckle of my belt, I realized that I should be doing the
same thing to him or we would be unequally clothed soon.

I
reached out and grabbed the buckle of his pants. His was simpler, so I could
just pull it right back. The button and zipper of his jeans were just as easy.
When I had them completely undone, I reached around his waist and thrust my
hands into the back of his pants. I gripped his butt, feeling the tight muscles
clenching, firming beneath my fingers. I squeezed playfully and relaxed,
allowing the flesh to soften.

I
thrust my hands downwards, and in one fell swoop, I had removed both his pants
and his underwear.

He
stopped what he was doing and looked down. He stared at me, then chuckled as he
reached down and grabbed my skirt and panties, and slid them down my legs.

There
we were, standing naked in front of each other, staring at one another, taking
in the sight. Even though the hallway was dark, I could still see the monstrous
protrusion that stuck up past his waist as if making its way towards me. He was
large, and as I stared at it, I became scared for the first time.

He
grinned at me with a mouth that looked hungry. As he stooped down, he threw
both arms under me, lifting me off the ground. I wrapped both legs around his
waist as he pulled me close to him, kissing my mouth again.

I
was too preoccupied to wonder where he was taking me. I presumed to the
bedroom, but I was more concerned with the sensation of his manhood prodding at
me from underneath. I could feel it pressing against me as he walked, as if it
were a battering ram beating at my gates. The voracious part of me wanted to
push myself down onto it, taking it in, but I stopped myself, allowing him to
maintain control.

I
felt myself falling and I landed squarely onto the mattress. His room was dark,
but the glow of the moon shown through the curtains. He buried his face in my
breasts once again, but this time, he continued downwards, towards the part of
me that had been untouched for so long.

I
looked down and saw the moonlight glistening off the muscles of Greg’s rippling
back and down further to the two mounds that made up his beautiful ass. Oh god,
I was in heaven.

Then
his mouth made contact with my inner thighs and I wanted to scream. I arched my
back, reaching up and grabbing the pillow to put over my face to stifle my
scream. The feeling of wanting to wake up his entire building with my cry came
over me. As his head moved lower and he found the spot, I let go of the pillow
and began pounding the mattress with my hands. His tongue was proving to be an
expert at anything that it did.