Thread: Angel's Story   (Tyr & Angelicxdream)

Angel smiled, and as the music died down, she proceeded to walk back to her dressing room where she could have some privacy. Once inside her room, she slung a clean white towel over her shoulders, snuggling into it peacefully. She heard a knock, and then another knock at her door just as she was about to change. She heard her name being called from someone on the other side, and it didn't sound like anyone she knew. She stood on her tiptoes against the carpeted floor, and saw it was just a delivery person. She opened the door, and he handed her a single red rose. She smiled at the gesture, signed the package so he could be on his way. She didn't know who sent it, but she guessed it was Mike. She set it down on her dresser, and picked up her white t-shirt when there was another knock at the door. This time, it was her boss, informing her that she had a customer waiting for her in the VIP booth, and said he was impatient. She sighed, and nodded. She pulled off her white t-shirt, it was too loose, and too comfortable. She would never be able to wear anything like that in the club and get away with it. She reached for a red halter top that sat in her dresser for special occassions, and pulled on a white leather miniskirt up her legs, and her black leather boots up her tanned legs. She began to comb her dark brown hair, smiling at her reflection in the mirror, she looked more appropriate to see people now. Too bad, she had been hoping to head home and grab dinner with Mike. Whenever she didn't have anyone in the VIP booth looking for her, she could head home. Such a pity. She walked out into the club again, and you'd think that at 3 AM, it'd die down, no.. it was alive as ever. She saw a couple of girls dancing on the stage, where she had been a half an hour ago, and saw someone at the VIP booth, her VIP booth, her name on a card was placed on it, and another card sat across from it, reading 'reserved'. Once she had arrived, she had seen him get up from the booth, and held her hand, letting and helping her to her seat which in this case, included placing his hand on the back of her thigh, and placing her down on the place beside him. She smiled at him, and shook his hand, as if she was about to have lunch with a girlfriend. How about something to drink?, he asked. I'm fine, thanks. Please. It might be my only opportunity to buy such a beautiful woman a drink tonight. I'm not much of a drinker. But, I guess a martini couldn't hurt.. She watched as he called over a waiter, and ordered her drink, and his scotch on the rocks. This man was obviously wealthy, his rolex was proof of that. His hand was sliding up her exposed thighs, his other arm wrapped around her waist loosely but since he was so close to her, she knew he could squeeze her close very easily. She slide onto his lap, knowing he was surprised she was so forward but she wanted this to be worth her time, she was going to get a tip from this, and hoped Mike wasn't watching. She wrapped her arms around his neck as if they were lovers, clamping onto his lap, and began to grind against his crotch, not even flinching when she felt a bulge between his legs, breathing over his ears. She never slept with anyone here, except Mike, but he was different. She shivered as he began to rub down her sides, carressing her curves until they moved higher and higher to fondle with her breasts.