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‘Devon, I really shouldn’t be going out again tonight. I need to get some sleep man! We’ve got this software installation next week, and I need to make sure all my documentation is ready for the staff.’
‘Look Justin, you’ve been pouring over all these stupid technical manuals all month. Don’t you have the shit together by now? Look, it’s ladies night at the Palm Tree Club, and I want to get there early for the booty shakin’ contests!’
Justin shook his head and laughed at his riend. ‘You are wrong on so many levels, you know that? First, if it were your department, I bet you’d be doing just what I’m doing-sweating. With your perfectionist ass! Second, the women can wait. Anyway, you got a whole department full of women. Don’t you get tired of all that estrogen?’
Devon looked at him like he was crazy. ‘Man are you nuts? Those women down there in Vault are no where near as hot as the girls who turn out for those contests! You’ve seen the girls in my department. Old, too old, too fat, too ugly, too skinny, too crazy. Pick one category, and I’ll show you a girl in my department who fits the bill!’
Justin laughed, shaking his head again. ‘Man, you know you can lie, you’ve screwed half the women in your department! If they’re that bad, what does that say about you?’
‘Desperate! See, that’s why we need to be going out tonight. And when was the last time you got a piece of ass? You still hung up on Tonya I bet. Put that stupid manual down and let’s go!’
Devon reached across Justin’s desk and slammed the technical manual shut.
‘Devon! You lost my place!’ Justin growled. He finished tapping out the last words to the instructions he was typing up for his staff’s training manuals. ‘You win, I’ll go! Damn! Let me go see what’s happening in the department first, and I’ll meet you downstairs. Don’t you have some work to do yourself?’
‘Nope. I finished my accounting reports for the change orders that came in today, and Viola is here. She’s supervising closeout. Let me go clean off my desk. You’ll be ready by six?’
‘Yes. I’ll meet you in the lounge.’
‘My man! You just made my night, hopefully!’
Devon danced out of Justin’s office, obviously glad that he won the contest. Justin let him win, because he knew Devon was right. He did need to get away from all this work. Going through this conversion had him on edge. A lot was riding on the success of this installation, including the possibility of a promotion to Regional Operations Manager. That would mean even more work and more stress, but also a lot more money and exposure within the Bancorp. At least he could have a successful career, since his love life seemed to be on life support of late.
Justin cleaned off his desk, shut down his computer, and made a quick trip to check on his first shift manager. Everything was running like clockwork, his manager, Cole, had assured him. Justin clutched his briefcase and headed down to the lounge to meet Devon and get their night of fun underway.
Devon was already standing in front of the door, talking to some of the girls from the Lock Box department. Justin threw him a look as he walked up.
‘Just couldn’t wait, huh?’
Devon winked. ‘Hey, you know me, not passing any opportunities. Ready?’
‘Let’s do it. We driving together, or taking our own cars?’
‘Better keep it separate. I don’t know about you, but I’m looking to score tonight! Good night ladies, see you in the morning,’ Devon grinned.
The girls giggled as they walked away. Justin could swear he heard his name mentioned in the same breath as their giggling. The women around the bank processing center were always trying to throw themselves in his path. He knew what they were all about, and he had no time for their games, especially not after what happened with Tonya.
Justin floored the gas in his 2010 deep red Camaro. He loved this car, it made him hard as he hit the accelerator and felt the power of the 6.2 liter engine. Devon swore by his BMW, but nothing compared to the pure Detroit muscle of this baby. And the car was a chick magnet. He could have pulled many girls, as they wandered to talk to him, admiring his car. But, he was not interested. No woman had been able to capture his interest since he broke up with Tonya. He bought the car right before Tonya left town. They christened the car, stopping off by the side of the road having a wild sex scene. He loved his car, and Devon was right, he was still a little hung up on Tonya.
Devon pulled up right next to the empty spot next to Justin’s car. He jumped out, slamming his door shut, as he diverted his eyes to the line of women waiting to get in the club.
‘Come on old man! The action is getting started. What did I tell you, look at all those prospects!’ Devon pointed around the parking lot to various women as they walked towards the entrance.
Justin opened his door and got out slowly, taking off his Prada shades and placing them in his pocket. He took his jacket off and laid it on the backseat of the car. A group of young women passing by whistled.
‘Look at that cutie getting out of that Camaro!’
‘Damn, girl, he is FINE!’
Justin looked at them and winked. Devon shook his head.
‘Why does that shit always happen to you, and not me?’ he grumbled.
‘I dunno, man, maybe it’s the car! You know chicks dig hot cars. Told your ass not to get that tired ass BMW! Let’s go.’
Before long, Justin found himself at the bar, sipping on a glass of Hennessey, watching Devon take inventory of all the girls around them. As if he was going to have all of them.Justin noticed there were three young women sitting across from them, who kept looking at him, then Devon. They had been whispering and stealing glances since the two of them sat down. Devon caught sight of them, and tapped Justin on the shoulder.
‘Look at those girls checking us out, man. I should go over and say something to them.’
Justin took another swig of his drink, looking over at the girls again. One of them, clad in a form fitting, low cut red dress, was really cute.
‘Well, you just go ahead and do that.’
Devon downed the rest of his drink. ‘I am!’ He ambled over to the table of giggling girls.
Justin watched to see if he would get lucky, as he asked if they wanted to dance. The girl in the red was first to speak up. Devon led her away from her friends, and Justin caught her cutting her eyes over at him, throwing him a smile. He looked back at the other two girls left behind, and they both lifted their glasses to him smiling, before downing their shots. He smiled and lifted his glass back to them.
Justin couldn’t help but keep his eyes glued to the dance floor. The girl in red was wild. She was dancing all up against Devon, who couldn’t keep the wide grin off his face. They were practically having sex, as she ground her ass all into Devon’s crotch. He had his hands wrapped around her hips, keeping her glued there. Occasionally , she would turn around to face the bar area, and she cut her eyes towards Justin again, licking her lips and smiling at him. Finally the dirty dancing ended, after the music stopped to start the dance contest. Devon returned to his seat, looking like he needed a cold shower.
‘Man, Alexa was hot! I’d love to take her home tonight!’
‘Oh, you managed to get her name, amidst all that hip rubbing?’ Justin smirked.
‘Yes, and I think I need a cigarette. She was too much.’ Devon beckoned for the bartender.
Justin swirled the ice around in his glass. ‘Yeah, I saw every second of your little x-rated exhibition!’
The announcer was up on the stage, getting ready to start the dance contest. Alexa’s friends were encouraging her to go up.
‘Go on girl, you know you can easily win!’
‘Yeah, you know you have crazy moves. Go on Alexa!’
Alexa smiled and hesitated at first. ‘I don’t know, I didn’t really come out to
do any contests tonight.’
‘Oh yeah, that’s why your ass came out in that booty-hugging dress! Go on, you know you want to anyway!’
Finally, Justin heard Alexa change her mind.
‘Ok, I’m going, I’m going! Watch me win.’
Justin could hardly wait for this encore, after seeing her with Devon. As she headed for the stage, she made sure their eyes connected again. She smiled. Devon caught it too.
‘Why the hell does she keep looking at you? I’m the one who asked her to dance!’
Justin positioned himself so he had a clear view of the stage. ‘I don’t know, but she was looking at me even while she was dancing with you. I mean, grinding her ass against you. Guess she was doing you but fantasizing about me!’ he laughed.
‘Yeah right, we’ll see about that.’ The bartender returned with Devon’s beer, which he wasted no time guzzling.
Justin’s eyes were glued to her form, which was magnificent. His stare started with her long and shapely golden brown legs, which seemed to go on forever. His eyes moved up to her muscular thighs, and up to the curve of her hips. The rounded, sculpted ass tapered into a neat waist, then to a well toned back. The red dress didn’t leave much to the imagination. It was low cut, back out, and the hem stopped right at the top of her thighs. It hugged every inch of her perfectly shaped body. He could hardly wait for this show to start.
The announcer rolled off each girl’s name, as he moved down the stage. Each girl would have one and a half minutes to perform her sexiest moves to ‘Follow You Home’ by Nickelback. The winner would be chosen by applause, and would receive a gift certificate for dinner for two at the Olive Garden. The hooting and hollering from the audience had already started before the dancing even started. And Alexa was already gathering fans.
Justin and Devon affixed their eyes to the stage, watching each girl as she put her best moves forward. Alexa was the next to the last. She moved into the spotlight like she was a star, owning the stage. When the music started, she was on.
Justin was mesmerized as he watched her undulate, her hips swiveling around with the precision of a belly dancer. She isolated and moved each section of her body rhythmically, swishing her hips from left to right in perfect time with the music. Her eyes somehow found him, and she looked like she was dancing only for him, her body calling him to watch her, to touch her. Her face wore an expression of lust, as she rubbed her hands up and down her thighs, pushing her dress up on one side to the edge of her red thong. She held her tongue suggestively between her pursed lips. She went into a twirl, snapping her head around and flinging her hair about. The crowd was going wild.
‘Wow,’ Devon exclaimed, I think she got this on lock. There’s no competition.’
They watched eagerly as the last girl danced. There was no way she could top Alexa’s show. It was over.
The announcer got all the girls back to the front of the stage for the vote. He went down the line and held his hand over each one, beckoning for the audience’s approval. By the time he got to Alexa, the whole crowd was going wild, clapping and yelling. It was pretty obvious that she had won.
‘Looks like we have a clear winner! Your Dancing Queen tonight is Sexy Alexa!’ The announcer gave her a hug, and pulled one of her arms up over her head in victory. Alexa was beaming. He handed her an envelope with the certificate, as the crowd roared with their approval.
Alexa switched confidently back to the table, getting pats on the back and guys touching her along the way. Her friends greeted her with loud yells of victory, slapping her on the back. A waitress alighted their table, bringing them a complimentary round of drinks on the house.
Justin watched a bit longer, catching Alexa’s gaze again. She locked an unmistakable stare on him, smiling at him directly. Before he could turn around, he saw her getting out of her chair, grabbing her glass, and heading his way.
‘Here comes your friend,’ Justin said, tapping Devon.
‘Yeah, I caught her gawking at you again. What’s up with that shit? I do all the work, and these chicks just fall all over you. You and your curly hair and dimples. I hear them at the bank talking about you all the time.’
Justin shrugged. ‘What can I say, if you got it, you got it!’
Alexa pulled out the empty stool next to Devon.
‘Hi Devon. You didn’t introduce me to your friend here.’ She looked around Devon’s shoulders, smiling at Justin again.
‘Oh, this is my boy, Justin. We work together,’ Devon said dryly. ‘Justin, this is Alexa. And congrats on winning the contest. You were hands down the best up there.’
‘Thanks. Nice to meet you Justin.’
‘Good meeting you too. I second the congrats. You truly were the easy winner up there tonight! Where did you learn moves like that?’
She put her head down a little and laughed. ‘Oh, picking things up here and there, and practicing for my man.’
‘And who’s the lucky guy who gets to see those private dances?’ Devon asked, eyes lighting up.
‘No one at the moment. I’m taking auditions for the part!’ she laughed.
‘Humph, just tell me when the casting call is on, and I’ll be there!’ Devon leaned a little closer to her.
‘So, where do you boys work?’
‘Second Chartered Bank. We’re both officers there,’ Devon responded.
‘Really? That’s one of the largest banks in Chicago, right?’
‘No, one of the largest in the country, sweetie.’ Devon added.
Justin was content to let him do all the talking, since he still seemed to think Alexa would be leaving with him. And Justin knew the code. He didn’t want to step on Devon’s toes.
‘So you guys are high rollers eh?’
‘Well, I wouldn’t go that far,’ Justin finally chimed in.
‘Oh he’s just being modest. He is the big shit, getting ready to get a huge promotion to Senior V.P. and Regional Manager.’
Justin gave Devon a little side glare.
‘Really? Wow, that’s great Justin!’
‘So, what do you do? You look like a model.’ Since Devon was throwing all his business in the street, he figured he might as well find out what this mysterious creature was all about.
‘I’m a secretary for Stevenson Real Estate.’
‘That’s kind of a rocky business to be in right now, isn’t it? I mean, with the economy and all.’
‘Not really, we have plenty of movement. We specialize in commercial real estate, and we have quite a few clients doing business. Plus, our deals our large dollar, so it pays well.’
Justin took his final swallow from the glass. ‘Well, that’s a good thing.’
The music played on, and a song called ‘Love Sex Magic’ started, immediately driving people to the dance floor.
‘Hey Justin, would you like to dance?’
He almost fell off his seat. Get out there with the Sex Queen?
‘Uh, yeah, sure.’ He looked at Devon, shrugging a little. He could tell Devon didn’t like it. But hey, she asked him, not the other way around. She grabbed his hand and led him to the dance floor.
The floor was packed, because this song was made for sex. Justin didn’t have much space to move, so he was forced to stay close to Alexa. Not that he minded, but he didn’t want to hear Devon’s whining later.
Seemed as though Alexa had other thoughts in mind. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing herself tightly against his body as they swayed to the beat of the music. He could feel every curve, and even her stiffened nipples, as they exchanged body heat. He couldn’t help but run his hands along the sensuous lines of her physique. His hands rolled over her hips, down to the curve of her ample ass. He had a definite visual of them being in this position somewhere alone, both of them naked, with his dick entering her while she danced against him. He felt himself getting too aroused. He needed to shut that line of thinking
down.
‘Justin, you really know how to move your ass. You’re a good dancer. Men who are good dancers are usually good at other things too,’ she cooed, close to his ear.
That visual was creeping back into his head. ‘Good at what other things?’ he asked, playing dumb.
She smiled. ‘Sex, what else?’
Hmm, she wasn’t biting her tongue. He guessed that was what she was after. She may have been barking up the wrong tree, because he wasn’t sure about getting involved with anybody. He was just getting over a broken relationship.
She moved her arms from around his neck, and started sliding them down his back, down to his ass. Now there was no way he could remove the image, and it was morphing into a movie in his head.
‘So, you think I’d be good in bed?’
She got her mouth closer to his ear. ‘Yes, I mean, look at you, with your sexy brown ass. I’m feeling all these rippling muscles, this tight ass, and I can feel something else too, and it feels pretty big. I’d like to see it, instead of just feeling it.’
Justin’s face got really hot. He never had a woman come right out and spell it out for him like that, especially not even knowing anything about him. He spoke back in her ear.
‘You sure don’t mince words, do you? Are you always this forward?’
She looked into his eyes and smiled. ‘Yes. Why play games? You see what you want, so why not go for it. And that’s what I do.’
He thought about what she said, as he inhaled her scent, a fusion of jasmine and honeysuckle. If you knew you wanted to fuck somebody, why beat around the bush? He didn’t want to waste time either, but he didn’t know what his next move should be. Devon would have a stroke if he walked out of there with her. But it was pretty obvious that she had chosen him.
A slower song came on, and Alexa made no attempt to leave the dance floor. Her body seemed to be glued in place. Glued to his. Justin heard her whispering in his ear again.
‘What are you doing when you leave here?’
‘I’m going home, and taking my ass to bed. I’ve got a lot going on tomorrow. Why?’
‘Why don’t you take me home and let me dance for you in private.’
Justin’s head started swimming, thinking about her offer. But he knew there was no way he could endure a night of sex, and try to make it in to work in the morning. He’d be dead. And there was Devon.
‘I’d love to take you up on your offer, but I’ve got to get some sleep. If we got together, I know I’d be up all night with you, the way you’ve got me right now.’
‘That’s my plan! Are you sure? It’s still kind of early yet.’ Her lips brushed against his neck, right above his collar. It sent chills up and down his spine.
Justin looked down into her light brown eyes, and at her full, cherry colored lips. Her sandy brown hair framed her heart-shaped face, falling loosely down to her shoulders. Hell no. It would be an all-nighter.
‘Yeah, there wouldn’t be enough time. Not for what I want to do. Anyway, what about my boy Devon? I thought you were up on him?’
She looked into his eyes, easing out another seductive smile. ‘He’s nice to dance with, but I want to do more than dance with you.’
Oooo-kaaaay. That answers that question. Now all he had to do was break the news to Devon, without getting killed. He figured he couldn’t fuck Alexa tonight, but at least he could take her home and get a little preview.
‘Hey, you going home with your girls?’
‘I don’t have to be.’
‘Well, why don’t I take you home, and since tomorrow is Friday, why don’t we hook up here again after work?’
‘Hmm, sounds like a deal to me! Let me tell my girls the new plan.’
‘Cool, I’ll talk to Devon.’
They left the dance floor. Justin headed back to the bar, trying to put some words together in his head, but nothing he could think of was going to be good enough.
‘So,’ Devon chided, ‘you finally let the girl go so she could get some air? I didn’t think you were coming back.’
Justin smiled. ‘Well, the music was good. Hey man, look. Alexa asked me if I could give her a lift home, and I said yes. Are you cool with that?’
Devon grimaced. ‘What? Man, you know the code! Now I scoped the chick out, asked her to dance, and you get to waltz off with her after just one dance? Bull.’
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