"Remind me why we are here again?" Dimitri Collins scoffed as he got out of the passenger side of the car and slammed the door shut.
"You really gotta ask again?" David replied, stepping out of the car with Spencer, "We are here, my friend, because it's my birthday. I get to have whatever I want, and this is what want"
Dimitri slapped his left hand on his face and groaned. Sometimes he just didn't understand David's way of thinking, and this was one of those times.
It was a cool and breezy evening. A strong gust of wind blew against Dimitri's face, teased his hair and ruffled it. Dimitri smoothed his hair back in place with his fingers and gave David a bored look.
The salty breeze had begun to drain away. The evening sun cast long shadows on the ground. The slanting rays of the setting sun gave a warm orange tinge to the sky, and the trees swayed in the gentle breeze.
"And you couldn't think of anything else" Dimitri asked David, "This is really what you want for your birthday? You brought us to a fucking Theater? Look, I know we are getting old and shit like that, but we're Thirty, not Fifty Eight. I can't believe you're really serious about this shit right now"
"Yes, I am" David said, placing his hand around Dimitri's shoulder and urging him towards the entrance of the building. "A friend told me to come and I promised I would. Give it a chance, it might be fun"
Dimitri highly doubted that. "I feel like you're doing this to torture me. You know I would have preferred it if we just stayed indoors and played some video games while drinking beer" he protested, releasing himself from David's grip, but he continued to walk with them.
Spencer laughed then. And the sound made Dimitri want to turn around and go home that instant. But this was David's birthday, and he couldn't do that to his buddy. It wasn't that he had a problem with Theatre's, dancers or performances, he didn't. It just wasn't his thing. He could think of a million things he'd rather be doing right now. And he had a feeling that the guys were on another stupid mission to find him a girlfriend or whatever.
Ever since David and Spencer got married, they somehow got the idea in their heads that he should be too. And they started this hopeless mission of finding someone for him. Well, they had failed three times now, and if this was another attempt and they thought they could find someone for him in a place like this, then they were sadly mistaken.
It wasn't that Dimitri didn't like women either. He did. He loved women infact, and they loved him right back. How could they not?
Dimitri was very attractive. As a man over six feet in height, stoutly built, and muscular, he had a commanding presence. A striking face, an exquisite voice, lustrous and thick hair that he had a habit of running his hands through, and dark, intense eyes.
With each movement he made, his shoulders flexed, displaying well-defined muscles and sinew. His backside was trim and taut. And his thighs, so long and well-sculpted, looked like the legs of an athlete.
His face was beautiful, almost too beautiful. It was the kind of face that should make innocent women wary of losing their virtue. The dark eyes, framed by deliciously long dark lashes and thick eyebrows, held cynical humor and were painfully direct and probing when he chose to use them that way. His nose was straight and narrow, his jaw firm. He was attractive alright, and he could get a girlfriend if he wanted one, except he didn’t want one.
He just didn't do relationships. David and Spencer would just have to realize that even if what they had with their wives was wonderful, not everyone was cut out for that kind of life. Not everyone wanted a relationship. Not everyone wanted a wife and a family. Some people just preferred to live in the moment. People like him.
Dimitri Collins had never been in a long term relationship and he had never tried to have one. His relationships were always brief... Something he always made clear to his sexual partners as he didn't want anyone expecting things he knew he couldn't give.
"Relax man" Spencer said, "Just sit down and watch the performance... At least just the first one. We won't stay long, I promise. And we have good seats "
"Yeah, and maybe after this we can go to a strip club and get one of the girls there to give you a lap dance so you can unwind" David cut in grinning at Spencer while the later laughed, clearly enjoying Dimitri's discomfort and patting him on the shoulder.
Dimitri gave him a look as he pushed the door open so David and Spencer could go in first "I'm the one who should be getting a lap dance?" he asked, referring to David. "Isn't this supposed to be your birthday, birthday boy? We are out this evening because of you. By the way, what does your wife think of you going to a strip club? Does she even know your plans for tonight?"
David gripped Dimitri's shirt. Not too hard, but hard enough for him to know that he meant business. "Sandra doesn't know, and it's going to stay that way" he said, before releasing him.
Spencer supported David's comments with a series of nods, while Dimitri laughed at the looks on their faces.
"I'm not entirely sure how Josie would feel about me being at a strip club. I usually keep it from her" Spencer said, "and I don't think I want to find out how she would react. Right now, she thinks we're at some bar, sharing drinks and telling stories to celebrate David. I don't want her thinking I'm a liar"
"But you are a liar" Dimitri said, laughing as they made their way to their seats, loving the way the tables had turned and now he was the one teasing them.
"Yes I know I am, but it doesn't mean that I want her to know too" Spencer replied with gritted teeth. "So let's try to keep it that way, shall we?"
"Good." Dimitri agreed, still recovering from the laughter. "Now everyone better be on their best behavior if they don't want to get busted to their wives. We are here to celebrate our friend David, so let's focus on that... Have our seats.... And watch.... Whatever it is we're about to watch"
Kelly Darcy, only child of Raymond Darcy, had spent all her life running from the one thing she knew she couldn't escape.... Taking over her father's company, Darcy Enterprises.As her father's only child, and with her mother dead since she was a baby, Kelly always knew that one day the company would be hers.'That day isn't here yet', 'The time hadn't come yet', Kelly had told herself so many times, but now it was time, and she wasn't anywhere near ready for such a huge responsibility. A few months ago, her father had forced her return to San Francisco, insisting that it was time for her to come home so she could get acquainted with the company before he stepped down.And so she'd come. She had left her life... Not that she had much of of a life over there. It was mostly just work. She didn't have a boyfriend or a best friend. Just a few people she hung out with once in a while, so it wasn't so hard leaving.
It wasn't just about what this lady was wearing. It was her. Something to do with the way she moved. Like she was one with the music and with the stage. The music pounded in a hypnotic rhythm that was unashamedly sexual, and she moved and danced in time to the beat, her movements graceful and seductive. So much confidence and balance. Balance that should have been nearly possible with the length of the heel shoes that she was putting on, but she made it look so natural... So easy, like she'd been born with high, slender spikes attached to her feet.There was something captivating... Almost hypnotizing about this woman, and Dimitri found him self leaning closer to watch. To take in every sight of this beautiful goddess.She was a vision of feminine perfection, every man's fantasy and Dimitri felt sharp claws of lust drag through his loins. On the opposite side, Dimitri saw a man half rise to his feet, a look of naked longing in hi
Kelly growled a little, annoyed at herself for feeling an immediate tingle at the warmth emanating off the solid man now blocking her path. And for leaning forward the tiniest bit and breathing a bit deeper to catch a better whiff of his warm, spicy scent. "Oh you....you shouldn't be back here. How did you get here?" she asked. “I know I'm not supposed to follow you... Or track you down like this,” he replied, “I just had to. Somehow I knew I wouldn't be happy with myself if I left without speaking to you.” Her costume was gone, Dimitri noticed, and he missed it. Not that he had a problem with what she was wearing now. The jean trousers she was wearing hugged her waist and hips perfectly, making her curves stand out, and when his eyes caught a glimpse of skin, peeking out from underneath her crop top, he felt his heart rate quicken. Her long hair wasn't let down any more, now it was pulled back from the face, twisted, and wrapped in a circular coil around itself on top of her head.
There was merriment in those eyes, and warmth and friendliness. Not jaded awareness, not arrogance. Just…niceness. And pure laid-back sex appeal.“Work?” he asked, sounding as though he’d never heard the word.Well, maybe he hadn’t. Kelly lifted her chin, ignoring those eyes, that half smile on his sensual mouth, and forced herself to act unaffected by this brown-eyed, kind-looking hottie.“Yes. Work,” she snapped. “I came here to help my friend. I’ve done it, and now I’m leaving.”He put a hand out, touching her elbow lightly, though not trying to restrain her. But all the same, the touch was binding, rooting her where she stood.“Look, I have the feeling we’ve gotten off on the wrong foot.... somehow. I don't know how. But I’d really like for us to go sit down somewhere, and j
She stared right back at him. The roam of his stare over her body affected her just as thoroughly as a real touch from anyone else would have. She should insist and go home, but right now, at this moment, she couldn’t bring herself to care about anything. And it was all because of the heat in this sexy man’s eyes and the almost audible quality of his next, slowly indrawn breath. That was lust she saw there. Pure and undisguised, unhidden by social demands or proper breeding that insisted it wasn’t polite to visibly covet a woman. He was coveting. She was being coveted. They were both caught in the tension of it. Though her mind knew better, her body couldn’t help responding. Beneath the silky top, her skin puckered, tiny goose bumps rising on the deep V of her cleavage, her nipples tightening to jut against the lace of her bra. Her pulse fluttered in her throat, and the breaths she managed to inhale were shallow. Each was filled with the wa
She nodded. "Yeah. So why don't we just skip the whole drink thing and go straight to whatever has been building up between us since I was on that stage?" she asked. "We are both adults. We know what we want. So why beat around the bush?" Kelly had no idea where this bold, slutty part of her was coming from. Probably the alcohol. Or maybe it was the man.... Definitely something about him that made her go wild. But she'd gone too far to back away now. "No attachments. No commitments" she added, dragging a finger slowly across his chest. "Just two adults.... Taking what they want... An adventure if you will" Dimitri eyes followed her hands and a tiny groan escaped his lips when she moved against him again. The idea of heaving aside all responsibility for a little while, of grabbing on to a good thing and enjoying the hell out of it just because he could, was incredibly appealing. She felt so good cr
He had found the skin beneath her top now, and worked his way up to her left breast. With the thumb and fore finger, he very gently squeezed her nipple. There both felt the spasm that shuddered through her body. He smiled at her. "You are very wicked" Kelly said. Arms locked around his neck. Jelly legs, her heart a drum gone berserk, then she added, "I like wicked" "Good" he flattened his palm into the waist band of her jeans and down over her stomach. A tight squeeze, but easier once he had unfastened the top button and easier still with the zipper down. "Dimitri, what if someone sees us?" she asked, yet hoping that he wouldn't stop. "It's dark and quieter than a tomb" came his reply. "I guess..." Kelly said. Her brain wasn't thrilled with the metaphor, but her body was indisputably in charge and doing all it could do to help his fingers slide under the crotch of her panties and up inside her and..... "Oh my God" she moaned. She dug her chin harder into his shoulder, felt his s
Her chest heaving, she placed her head in his shoulder, being sure to press herself against every inch of him, and smirked when he growled. His eyes darkened and then her hands fumbled for his shirt.Her fingers fiddled with the buttons of his shirt, and slowly, she pulled it off his body. His hands twitched at his sides when her gaze roved over his chest, tensed in the small light pouring into her car. Gently, her fingers moved across that skin, marveling at the dark sprinkling of hair trailing down to his trousers.Dimitri's hands twitched again, and he grabbed her waist suddenly, and tossed her lightly onto the chair. "All I want right now is to hear you scream my name as I take you.” he muttered darkly, his lips twitching in a smirk.He yanked her jeans off, and Kelly propped up on her elbows to watch as he moved back in the seat and removed his trousers. When all of him was revealed, she licked her