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Samovar Club May 2, 2008 2100 hours Baz came back grinning as they were let into the club, again, to more hateful stares from the line (this time from males as well). "Grab a table, I'll get some drinks," Baz yelled to them over the thumping music. The women made their way to the overly small tables with tiny little candles near the dance floor. Although it was early, there still was a tremendous amount of people and the dance floor moved in spastic factions as the bodies that danced to the music tempted those not there to join. Baz came back within minutes passing out drinks as Paige spied her first targets...a brunette and a blonde. "Excuse me," handing her beer over to Baz and advancing on her unsuspecting prey. "Hello boys," she purred placing herself between them and leaning on the table giving them a wonderful view of her cleavage, "can I buy you a drink?" The men, eager to please and have her sit at the table, refused her offer and bought her a drink instead...just like she planned. Reverse psychology and a set of decent breasts always ended up with a free drink and a phone number. She tempted them through two more rounds before she finally grew bored and made her way back to their table. The others had come and went, hooking up here and there, but for now, the four of them were concentrating on each other. "To Alpha," Baz said raising his glass. They drank a toast as Paige's eyes fixed on the dark haired man that was approaching them rapidly. She reached for her handbag but knew it would not be quick enough. She watched as he advanced on Sara, "KATRIN," he exclaimed excitedly as he wrapped his arms around her waist. Paige held her breath waiting to see what the hell was going on. Sara's face changed in that instant it took to recognize the man and the reality swept over her features like a mask. She practically beamed as she kissed the man on either cheek, "Alexei," she said happily. So, Paige thought as her eyes swept suspiciously over this man, you are Alexei. "Alexei," Sara said turning to them, "These are my friends...Jordan, Paige, and Sebastian...this is Alexei." Paige forced a smile and a small nod. She got the distinct impression that herself and the rest of Alpha ceased to exist the second this man came into the picture. Alexei excused them both and led Sara out on to the dance floor. "Nice enough fellow," Baz said flatly. "Hmph," Jordan scoffed back as the three watched the pair dance. Paige watched in silence her jaw clenched and her jealousy rising. It was just like with Sean. As soon as Saf found a good fuck Paige was tossed out to the side. Oh, that would be until they broke her heart and Paige had to help put the pieces back together. That f-ing bitch, Paige thought bitterly. She noticed him then, out of the corner of her eyes and she turned only catching a glimpse. A black tipped tail. Why would the Tiger show up here? "I feel like we're being watched," Jordan said slowly. "No doubt security...that guys she's with is the owner," Baz said. "He owns this club?" Paige asked surprised. "How does she know him?" Baz asked Paige bluntly. "She was out in Moscow setting up the liaisons, she met him out one night," she shook her head slowly, "that's all I know." "So what's he doing here?" Baz asked as his brown eyes darted back to the dance floor. "I dunno," Paige said, "but I think we'll be one short on the ride home." Jordan and Baz both looked at her. "She's a big girl," Jordan said finally. "She can take care of herself," Paige agreed, though she fet uneasy with the statement. "I want a closer look at him, come dance with me," Jordan said grabbing Baz's hand. He hurriedly, with a giant grin on his face, put his beer on the table before following Jordy to the dance floor. Paige watched them for only a bit having lost track of Sara and Alexei already. First, Gray sends them here, then guestlists them, them Alexei shows up? How coincidental was that exactly? "Seems you lost your friends," the voice startled her. She turned to see a tall, dark, and handsome man smiling gently at her. She nodded her head slowly taking him in with her eyes. "Can I buy you a drink?" he asked. "Absolutely," she flashed a smile before taking his arm. She talked to the man in enough time to finish two drinks before excusing herself as she sauntered off towards the dance floor. It was here that she managed to find what she was looking for in a pair of hands that roamed her body freely as she danced against him in the darkness of the floor. The music thumped loudly, the bass so deep she felt it vibrate deep in her sternum, and it allowed no reason to talk since yelling in the other's ear was about the only way to be heard. It didn't matter to her, though, as she slowly built up a sweat, what his name was. In fact, she liked it better that way. They didn't have to talk and she didn't know his name, so there would be no hard feelings if she took up with something better if it should came along. She danced for awhile, sometimes with him, sometimes with someone else, once with a really hot redheaded female who was infatuated with Paige's shimmery top. Baz had eventually found her, danced with her for a little bit before escorting her back up to the table. They, herself, Baz, and Jordy, had a few more beers and a few more laughs at Baz's expense before they decided one last look for Sara and they would be heading home. They split up but got no where. Security was amazingly tight and it was obvious that Sara had disappeared with Alexei to some private area of the building. The ride home was a shot contest between Baz and Paige as Jordy refused to participate in what she termed their 'childish games of dominance'. Baz won by one shot, much to Paige's disappointment and she owed him a dinner for her losing effort. At least she was good and drunk by the time she got home. The feeling of being watched, which she thought would hit her like a ton of bricks when she stepped out of the limo, was nowhere to be felt. Apparently, you could find happiness and a way of ridding paranoia at the bottom of a clear bottle of Blackhaus. Fine with her. She stumbled up the steps and after trying every key on her chain (3 of them) she managed her way into her apartment. "Joshua," she exclaimed happily seeing him sitting on the couch watching tv and drinking a beer. "I drunk," she announced to him. "I see that," he grinned back at her. "I'm gonna have to start charging you rent you keep coming over...and stuff," she slurred taking her jacket off and tossing it on the couch. She managed her boots off without falling and went to feed Michael the Fish. She then grabbed a beer and went to sit with Joshua. He eyed her up and down as she approached and she giggled giving a little twirl before sitting down. "You look good," he said nodding his head. She was not that drunk that she didn't see understand that look in his eyes. "I like the curls...different." She tugged lightly at the few remaining curls in her hair. "Thanks man," she said grinning. He only watched her as she watched the highlights on Sportscenter (luckily that's what was on). When she had finished her beer he got up gesturing for her hand. "What?" she said smiling slightly as she looked up to him. "Nothing, c'mere," he said softly. She lookd at him for a moment before giving in and giving her hand to him. He walked her over to the stereo, "pick something out," he said. "Joshua, I..." "Just do it Paige," he reiterated. His tone was soft but she could hear an edge to it. She turned the stereo on and flipped through some cds. "The Used good?" "That's fine," he said softly. She put the cd in and turned the volume up, not so loud though, her one neighbor might hear. Joshua ran a hand gently down her bare arm as she instantly reacted to him. She had been felt up all night and the tension that had been dulled by alcohol had been refreshed with a touch from him. He took a step closer to her and grasped a hand full of hair to tilt her head back. She closed her eyes when she felt his tongue at the base of her throat as he moved his mouth along to her chin. He released her as she stared in his eyes completely turned on and prepared to do whatever he asked. "What do you want from me?" she asked quietly. He only stared at her a slightly bemused expression on his face. "Or is it you just...want me," she stated. She pulled the tshirt he was wearing out of his pants, "take this off," she murmured. He obliged pulling it over his head and dropping it on the floor. "Drunk again and looking to score," he said with a playful grin. "Maybe," she said biting her lip as she traced a finger down his chest and he concentrated every ounce of his being on her. "The club was very dark...hot," she moved closer to him breathing on his chest as her hands ran down his sides. She could feel him tense up under her touch, a response that only baited her closer. "I danced with this guy...he had his hands all over me." She looked up to him, "I was very turned on." "I bet you were," he whispered. She pushed her fingers into the waistband of his pants and forced him to take steps backwards until he backed up against the table. He leaned against it as she smiled softly at him. She reached behind her head pulling on the delicate strands that held her top on. He watched her mesmerized as she let the top fall to the floor revealing the black strapless low backed bra underneath. His eyes strayed from hers as she undid the tiny belt around her hips that had caught the rhythm of the current track and moved to it. She pulled her pants down slowly and seductively moving more and more steadily with the music as she revealed the black lace thongs she wore. "You are so fucking hot," he whispered. She moved towards him grabbing his wrists as he attempted to touch her. She smiled at him, "there will be no touching." "They got to touch," he said pouting the slightest bit. "Yes, they did," she said gently placing his hands on his thighs, "but they won't get to do what you get to later." She winked at him and turned to dance suggestively in front of him. She pressed her body against his, touching him lightly. He did not move his hands as he watched her intently. Through another track she had allowed him to undo the clasps of her bra, and only clad in her thong, pressed her bare skin against his. She kissed him on his cheeks and his neck, biting softly every now and again and whispering dirty promises in his ear. After a track of this he could no longer deal with her and he grabbed her by the waist and kissed her deeply. He pulled her closer so she could feel what she had done to him and how much he wanted her. Then he got up and pushed her down on to the table stripping the thong off whilst he did... Return |
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