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.
Kelly had been in San Francisco for a while now. Insisting that she didn't want to move back home with her father, she'd gotten herself a house and was already settling in. Making a few friends and so on. And now, four months after her return, everything was ready, her father would be introducing her to the company staff the following week. She would finally be learning the ropes. Preparing to succeed her father.
It was such a big responsibility, and Kelly was very anxious and nervous. Her father's shoes would be a big one to fill and she had no idea where to begin. She didn't tell him that though, out of fear that he would be disappointed in her, and she didn't want to risk that. She already knew that she hadn't done much to impress him.
Kelly put on her knee high boots, trying to block out the thought of her father's company and the responsibilities that came with it. She shouldn't be worrying tonight, she reminded herself. This was the reason why she was here tonight... To do something that could help her relax a little. Something she loved doing.... Maybe for the last time.
Dancing.
Kelly Darcy loved to dance. Actually she loved to perform.... Pole dancing included. It was one of the things she had never mentioned to her father because she knew it wasn't something that was expected of her as Raymond Darcy's daughter... Or maybe because a part of her knew that her father would disapprove of it.
The bottom line was that it was something she did for fun. Something that made her happy. And so when her friend Elizabeth, who she called Lizzie, told her that the main dancer for her fashion show had suddenly fallen ill and that she needed a replacement asap, Kelly had volunteered to replace the dancer.
She had done a lot of dancing and performing in college, without her father's knowledge of course, so she knew she would be able to handle it with ease.
For Kelly, the feeling of being on stage was like some kind of adrenaline rush, a high if you will.... on endorphins. It felt like being at home, it felt safe, it felt like a space to be who she really was. When she performed on stage she experienced a flow. She got lost in herself. She let the flow take over her body and mind. She got lost, both physically and mentally on the stage, in the music, with the show, and with the audience. She felt like she developed a "spiritual link to the audience" and when she performed she don't have to think about her worries. She didn't have to think about anything.
She loved the tease too. When she danced she felt sexy and powerful, like she was in control. Like she could get the audience to do whatever she wanted.
Maybe this was a way to escape reality even for a short time. To do something she liked once again. Tonight was going to be about having a little fun, she thought as she sat down to have her make up retouched. She would go out there and give this her best.
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Dimitri Collins sat in the Theatre, the palm of his left hand cradling his head, a bored expression on his face. He looked at his friends. They looked like they were having a great time and they should be, because the performances so far were all good. The problem was with him, for some reason he just wasn't feeling it. He was contemplating telling David and Spencer that he would be taking his leave soon, when suddenly the lights on the stage went off.
"Wow, what a dramatic entrance. I wonder what's about to happen now" he said sarcastically in the darkness and then he felt David nudge him in the arm with his elbow.
"Damn. What the hell man" he grumbled, rubbing the spot David hit.
"Shut up" David replied simply.
Dimitri was about to reply with a snarky comment of his own, but the spot light on the stage came back on, revealing a black door. The door opened just as the song began and a lady stepped out, followed by a group of both male and female dancers.
The other choreographers on the stage didn't matter, not to Dimitri, because this lady, whoever she was stood out. Like a red rose in the midst of a hundred black roses.
Dimitri of course expected to see models since this was a fashion show, but, even so, her entrance, made even more dramatic by the use of the spotlights and pumping music, took him by surprise.
The others wore black. She wore a red swimming costume and sexy, black, knee high boots. The costume was bare at the back, designed to seduce and tease, and it worked, judging from the cheers and collective murmur of appreciation coming from the crowd.
Her auburn hair flowed long and loose over her shoulders and was the only thing that kept the dramatic swimming costume even vaguely decent. The swimsuit was cleverly cut to expose her long, long legs, her narrow waist and the tempting thrust of her breasts. A diaphanous wrap floated around her body, giving the illusion that she was walking through mist.
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
Dimitri's movements mirrored hers, and together, they set a fast pace, growing more frantic with each passing moment. The head of his cock pushed against her G-spot, sending her higher with every thrust. He groaned against her neck and lowered his mouth to her breasts, pulling hard on one nipple followed quickly by the other. Her insides twisted until her body faltered, and suddenly, Dimitri pulled back and Kelly found herself on her back on the chair again, but this time with him covering her with his massive build.She felt his weight pressing her down onto the chair, his movements increasingly urgent as he repositioned her and parted her legs with his hand. The rough hairs on his thighs brushed against her skin and then she briefly felt the sensation of his smooth erection brushing against her before he lifted her hips and entered her with a purposeful thrust.She parted her lips in a gasp but his mouth silenced her and he kissed he