Thread: The Conservative Adventures of Ms. Phan {darkest_fate&Dr. Strangelove}

There was nobody in there who did not know who Malai was. Thanks to Rachel's very regular...visits...to The Spade, she was in very good terms to say the least with everyone in that venue and she had more than enough time to brief them on her best friend and how to loosen her up. Now that the wheels were in motion, Rachel thought it was the time to disappear and temporarily take Malai's phone with her - she might, after all, have a sudden change of mind and want to storm off, it had happened before in other encounters, but Rachel prepared everything to the last detail, including the perfect moment to leave the room, perhaps to say hello to some of her Spade friends... You can call me James... , he answered in a lower, seductive voice as his face leaned towards her ear, just on the right moment to see her QoS tattoo on her neck. If they needed any other sign, this was it, Malai's bearing of the Queen of Spades tattoo gave her the right to enjoy all of the privileges of The Spade without any limit. Just as he saw the tattoo, he placed his large hands on her waist, drawing her towards him for a close dance. While he was certainly physically powerful, he struck just the perfect balance between a gentle and a determined touch...he was not forcing Malai to dance, but he was being persuasive enough and so far, no visitor to this venue ever rebuked him for it. You are such a beautiful woman... , he added as he drew her near, recalling what Rachel said that Malai hated being referred to as a girl, as it made her feel like she was still a kid. Malai craved for the respect of everyone and in some situations, she would not hesitate to lash out if she felt someone was not treating her with the deference she thought she deserved, some called her 'a self-entitled spoiled brat'. I love your hair... , he then added, as Rachel had pointed out that Malai was often insecure about her hair, so any overall positive comment about it was certain to make her more receptive. The feel of the lace on her sleeves and the crack on her dress only accentuated the growing lust that Malai was inspiring with her dancer. The two were now in the very centre of the dance floor, with the music suddenly turning slower, in order to allow for a closer approach. Soon enough, the substance included in Malai's drink would slowly start to make an effect and she would feel a bit more relaxed but until then, there was still some work to do. Your friend told me you prefer this kind of music... , he added, as his arm swayed around Malai's perfect waist, getting ready for a slower, intimate dance as the music now allowing him to hear the sound of her luxurious high heels clacking against the floor. As James and his sculpted body completely dominated Malai's line of sight, she was unaware of all the silent looks she was getting from all the other black men in the club. What she also didn't notice, worried as she was with making group judgments, rather than looking at each of them as an individual, is how fit and burly they were, almost like an entire team of professional athletes, almost like machines perfected to perform...