Extend the Story - Add a Room

She eyed the man in the leather pants with a curious fascination. His jaw was strong, his hair was dark, and his shoulders were very broad. She finished her drink and pulled her silver lighter from the top of her thigh high boot. Her long slender fingers lifted the cigarette gently to her darkly glossed lips as the lighter's flame flared.

He watched her from across the room, admiring how the light of the fire cast a red glow on the white expanse of her cleavage. He watched her elegant hands and pouting lips as she smoked.

She drew firmly on her smoke and opened her mouth slightly to inhale then pursed her lips gently to exhale the white puff. She brushed aside her sheer and silky hemline to slip her lighter back into the top of her Boot and he noticed the smooth shape of her thighs and calves shown off artfully beneath the patent leather of high heeled boots. Leather straps danced in a criss-cross pattern around the boot making him wish he had her alone so he could tie up the rest of her.

She leaned forward to tighten a strap and saw that he was staring at her. She let her long dark hair fall over her face, so she could watch him watch her. She called for another shot of tequila to wash down the rest of her smoke. She tossed her hair forward over one shoulder and turned to give him a glimpse of the back of her dress.
The dress was a silky thing with a buckle at the nape of her neck and waist cincher in patent leather to match her boots. In the darkness of the dance club, he could't tell if it was red or black, but the expanse of her back stood out starkly in the dim light. One simple tattoo decorated her shoulder and he wondered what it would look like with little red marks from a whip striped up and down.

When she turned again to more fully the wide chest in his tight white T-shirt, he was gone. Disappointed, she took a drag on her cigarette and turned back to the bartender to have one more drink. But as the cherry of her Butt blazed in front of her, the man from across the room appeared with a drink in hand for her.

She smiled coyly and accepted the offering. His own drink in one hand and her bare back in the other he gently nudged her toward the outdoor patio of the club.

The broke free of the booming music into the damp air that comes at the end of a thunder Storm. The air was cool and smelled sweetly of fresh rain and old Bricks. The music still thumped in the background but they could at least talk out here.

Suddenly shy, she shot the small glass of tequila and placed the empty on the wet table. They were alone. Her head began to swim with the heat of the club and the alcohol and she found the strength to meet his eyes. Despite her height, and the 4 inches of heel on her boots, he was still several inches taller than she was.

He looked down at her, and smiled a wolfish grin and said, "I want to take you home to my dungeon and beat you until you beg for more."

She was shocked that he would say such a thing before even introducing himself, but also very turned on. He was a Sexy thing in his tight leather pants and combat boots. She glanced down and saw that he had a very interesting bulge at the top of his meaty thighs.

Closing her mouth from gaping, she pulled out another cigarette to buy some time. She wanted very much to let this stranger do just as he said, but at the same time, she worried that it might not be safe.

Before she could get it, he reached into the top of her boot and took her lighter, holding the flame up in front of her. She leaned forward to light the end of the Cigarette, but he teasingly pulled it away.

Give him a pleading look