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After dinner, we crossed the portal into my hut, and I placed Lia on the bed, sitting beside her.
“Thank you so much for today, Chewie. It was perfect.” She said hugging me.
I pulled back and caressed her cheek. “I’m glad you think so, but the day is not over yet.”
“What do you mean?” She asked, confused.
I grinned. “We are going dancing.”
CHAPTER 9. WITH YOU
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Her eyes widened, and a dazzling smile curved her lips. "Really, Chewie?" I nodded. "Omg! Thank you!" She threw her arms around my neck again and squealed getting up from the bed. She stopped in the middle of the room and turned. "Do you go dancing all the time, Chewie?"
“I’ve never been dancing, but I figured I might as well go with you. You like it, don’t you?”
Her smile returned. "I love it." She jumped excitedly and ran to her suitcase. "My Mom was in the apartment when I was packing. She was excited I was going on ‘vacation’, so she made me pack a dress, and I know there is one here somewhere."
I chuckled and looked at myself in the mirror. “I can go like this, though. Right?”
She didn’t answer while she ran to the partition. Her jeans flew over it, and I sighed picking them up. Her top followed, then her bra. I frowned, feeling something fall on my shoulder. I jumped, shaking it off me as though it was a snake. I hated snakes. After I saw what it was, I suddenly wished it had been a snake. It was her thong.
"Lia! You have to wear underwear!" I picked it off the floor, holding it with the tip of my fingers as far away from me as I could, and put it with the rest of her dirty clothes in the bin.
Her head popped from behind the partition. “Of course I am, silly. This dress just needs a different kind of underwear, so it doesn’t show through the fabric.”
“Oh.” I frowned, sitting on the bed to wait for her.
A few minutes later, she came out and slipped her feet into a pair of black heels. I loved when women wore those. My gaze continued up her body, and my breath caught. She was dressed in a black dress that seemed painted on her skin. The fabric was shiny and elastic. Upon further examination, it looked as though someone had grabbed bands of the black material and wrapped them repeatedly around her body as tightly as they could. From her mid-thighs to her breasts where the bands separated once again, becoming straps that crisscrossed on her chest and shoulders. It accentuated all her assets flawlessly, especially her breasts.
I swallowed as my body began to respond to the sight. “Isn’t that dress a little small on you?”
She chuckled walking towards me. Her hips swayed in a way that made my pulse begin to race. “Don’t be silly, Chewie. It’s not small on me. It’s called a bandage dress, and it’s supposed to look this way.”
Her hands gripped my shirt, and she began to unbutton it. She stopped after the third button and opened the neck, so the top of my pectoral muscles was visible. Her fingertip briefly caressed the little hairs between my pecs, and I chuckled. She winked at me.
“Now roll up your sleeves.”
Lia instructed, walking towards the dresser and I almost cursed when I got a look at the back of her dress. The bands crisscrossed leaving gaps where her skin was visible. I was glad when I realized that her long hair covered most of it.
“Are you sure you are comfortable in that dress? I can wait for you if you want to change.”
She looked at me worried through the mirror. “You don’t like it? Does it look bad on me?”
"No, of course, not. You look gorgeous." I stood crossing my arms. "You look a little too good if you ask me," I mumbled to myself, and she smirked having heard me.
“Thanks, Chewie.”
I huffed. Lia reached for a small bag and retouched her make up, adding eye shadow to her lids. Her light honey eyes looked bigger with it. She smacked her lips together after applying the pink lipstick and reached into her purse, taking a bag out. Her glossy lips stretched into a smile.
“Now I’m glad I got you this.”
She opened it, taking out a long silver can, and motioned for me to walk closer. I went to her, watching her pull a blue glass bottle from it that looked like the body of a man.
“You got me cologne?”
Lia nodded. “Yes. I bought it at Target while you were distracted with the video games. This is Jean Paul Gaultier men's cologne, and it's what a man wears."
I chuckled while she sprayed it on the sides of my neck and my chest. Lia leaned in closer, her nose touched the skin of my neck as she smelled me, I shuddered when her breath fanned my skin. She stepped back all of the sudden, and I held her waist when I noticed the look in her eyes. She seeming lightheaded.
“Are you alright?”
She blinked, and swallowed. “Um, yeah.”
“Thank you for the cologne. I like it.”
Lia smiled pleased with herself, and puckered up her lips. I chuckled bending down and placed a peck on her lips. She gave herself one last glance in the mirror and winked at me.
“Let’s go.”
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We crossed the portal into the club she had suggested, and the blasting music around us made me want to rip my ears off. “Do people really enjoy this?”
“What?”
Lia yelled back, unable to hear me. She grabbed my hand and pulled me through the sea of jumping bodies. We went all the way to the back of the club, and I noticed a round sitting area with small tables. The music was softer here, allowing you to actually hold a conversation and there was a bar that looked dedicated only to this section. She walked towards the corner, but there was a red cord blocking our access to the space, and a security guard stood before it.
“Hey, handsome,” she told the guard, kissing his cheek.
I groaned and sized him up. He was pumped with muscle, but they didn’t seem natural, and he was shorter than me. I could take him in my sleep. He glanced towards me but disregarded me quickly.
“Hi, babe. I haven’t seen you or your friends around here in a while.”
Who the hell was he calling babe?
"I know. They are the worst. Lily got married, and Susan had a baby. Boring, boring, etc., etc. You know how it is."
He chuckled and reached for the cord opening it for us. “Wait,” he said, glancing at our wrists. “Where are your VIP bands?”
"Oops, we don't have one tonight," Lia said, smiling innocently.
"You know the rules, babe. No band, no access."
I really hated that nickname. My fists tightened, but Lia's thumb caressed the back of my hand, my fist relaxed and took her hand in mine again.
“Oh, come on. Don’t be like that, honey puff. It’s just one time. Besides, I have been here so many times I should own this place by now. Especially with how expensive the drinks are.”
He chuckled. “We missed you around here, but no can do.”
“Please, is just us two, plus we are going to drink and you know I need to have my apple martinis. Between my drinks and his, that’s easily two hundred bucks.”
The guard thought about it looking at me. “Hey,” Lia called, bringing his attention back to her. “Fine, I know something you can’t say no to. You let us in, and I’ll flash you. Deal?”
His eyes grew wide, and I frowned. I didn't know what she was offering him exactly, but I didn't like the sound of it. The man's eyes went to her breasts, and I growled. I was going to break his face.
“Dude, calm down. She offered.”
I took a step forward, but Lia stopped me. She stood in front of me and cupped my cheek forcing me to look at her.
“Lia…” I warned.
She grinned. “Do you trust me?” She whispered, low enough that only I could hear her.
I frowned and nodded. She gave me a peck on the lips and turned to the guard. “So, are we going to make a deal, or what? Your window of opportunity is closing, honey puff.”
His eyes returned to m
e. "That depends. Is he going to play cool? I'm working. I can't have any trouble."
"He'll survive," Lia said, with a one-shoulder shrug.
The man smirked and stood aside letting us pass. It took everything in me not grab him, and break him like a twig. Once we were in, Lia slipped her hand down my back pocket and pointed her phone at him.
“Say cheese,” she said, and the next second the flash of her camera illuminated the man’s face. He blinked, blinded by the light and looked at her in shock. Lia grinned while the bartender laughed.
“She got you, dude,” The man said with a chuckle, cleaning the counter.
Lia winked at me, and I laughed. The guard looked at us finally realizing what had happened.
“What? You thought I was going to show you my boobs?” Lia asked in mock shock. “That is no behavior for a lady. Bad, honey puff. Bad, honey puff!”
The guard laughed incredulous, and shook his head. "I see you haven't changed a bit since the last time you were here." He chuckled putting the cord back in place behind us. "Go in. This one is on me."
Lia grinned and kissed his cheek. “Thanks, Boo.”
We walked to the bar. The guy was still chuckling. "Apple Martini?" He asked and grabbed a martini glass without waiting for her answer.
“You know it, and a beer for him please.”
The guy smiled at me and nodded, greeting me. “This one is a handful. Good luck with that,” he joked half-heartedly. “She did that to me a year ago, when she forgot her credit card. I fell for it like Robert just did.” He shook his head ashamed. “Free drinks all night. She’s dangerous.”
“Or brilliant,” Lia added.
“That too.” He placed the beer in front of me and handed her the cocktail, then took three tiny glasses and poured a white liquid in them. “Do a shot with me. On the house.” He handed a glass to each of us and raised his.
“What is this?” I asked Lia, eyeing the white liquid wearily.
“Tequila,” they both said at the same time. The man frowned at me.
I leaned in whispering in Lia's ear. "Is this strong? I've only ever had beers before."
She chuckled. “It is, but one shot won’t do anything to you. It’s fine.”
I nodded, and we raised our glasses, toasting and pouring it down our throats.
I stood by the bar as Lia danced with three other girls a few feet away from us. She looked at me over her shoulder, and I swallowed. I had never seen anyone dance like that. The way her shoulders and hips moved with the music had me in some sort of trance. I couldn't take my eyes away from her. Lia turned towards me, and I could see how much she was enjoying the music. There was a blissful smile on her face, her eyes were closed, and she seemed immersed in absolute pleasure. Her hands lifted, picking up her long hair until it fell from her grasp in waves over her shoulders and breasts. It framed her body beautifully. She was truly enjoying herself, and I was happy to see her like this. There was no pain at this moment, no nightmares, no betrayal.
Just her and the music.
“Hey,” the bartender said nudging my arm. “Aren’t you going to dance with her?”
I looked at him unsure of what to say. "I don't think Lia needs me to dance with her."
“You are kidding, right? The way she’s dancing right now is all for you, bro. She’s handing you an invitation.”
My gaze returned to Lia and she opened her eyes, smiling at me.
“Chewie!” Lia said, stretching her hands to me as though trying to reach me. I chuckled stepping forward but stopped as she walked to the bar. “Hit me!” her hand banged the counter and the bartender smiled, beginning to prepare another martini for her.
“This is her last one,” he said, looking at me. “She can’t have more than three. Are you driving?”
I shook my head. "We have a ride tonight." He nodded, pleased by my answer, and placed another beer in front of me. I took a sip. That reminded me, I wasn't sure how many I'd had tonight.
“He’s right, Chewie. Don’t let me ask for another one. It’s bad for my knees.”
I frowned. “Why? Does the alcohol hurt them?”
Lia winked. “No, it opens them.” The bartender laughed and leaned over the counter as she called him forward. I shook my head chuckling. “Can I have another cherry?”
He nodded and dropped an extra one on her bright green cocktail. Lia held the stem and swirled it in the drink for a few seconds.
“Alright, Chewie. You have to try this.” She lifted the cherry to my lips. “Open.” I did. She fed it to me and smiled. “Now, suck it.”
I looked at her confused. “Suck, Chewie!”
I did, and a blast of liquor inundated my mouth. As I chewed on the cherry, the sweetness of it mixed with the sharpness of the drink. It was delicious. My gaze blurred for a second.
"Dance with me, Chewie," Lia begged, and I nodded smiling. She took a sip of her cocktail and gave me a peck on the lips, then returned to where the others danced. I began to follow her, but the bartender held my arm.
"Bro, I don't know what is up with your game tonight, but you need to wake up. That girl is giving you all the signs, and you are dozing off. Let me give you a tip. When a girl tells you to suck, you suck. Especially when she looks like that." I frowned looking at Lia.
“It’s not like that between us.” I rebutted.
He rolled his eyes. "Dude, seriously? Every guy in this club wants to be you right now, including me. So get it together." He reached for another shot glass and filled it with Tequila. "Here, drink this. You need to wake up." I reluctantly lifted the glass, and he all but pushed it down my throat. "Now, go. She's waiting."
I walked towards Lia feeling the room tilt for a second. I blinked, and everything returned to normal. "I'm not too sure what to do," I said, honestly standing next to her.
She held my hands and placed them on her hips. "Just feel the music, Chewie, and dance like I do." Her hips began to rock from side to side, and I imitated the movement. She chuckled. "A little less."
I narrowed my eyes at her. “You are making fun of me, aren’t you?”
Lia shook her head. "Never, Chewie. You see that guy?" My eyes followed the direction of her gaze, and I nodded. "Just do what he does."
I observed him. He was holding the girl against his body while she danced. He moved from side to side letting her enjoy the moment. “I can do that.”
Lia smiled and turned around, giving me her back. My hands moved around her body to the front, and I held her waist. Her hips began to move. She rubbed against me in such a sensual way I instinctively tightened my grip on her waist and pulled her closer. Her arms swung in the air to the music, and she held my neck, arching her back against me. The memory of her soft skin under my touch returned to me, my hands responded to the call, traveling over the length of her arms. I reached her wrists and brought my palms back down grazing the sides of her breasts as they returned to her waist. Fuck. My body responded to the feel of her, and I turned her around to face me. I looked into her eyes and the room tilted. I could feel the alcohol in my system, but I wasn't sure it had been the cause. I closed my eyes feeling her breasts pressed against my chest.
"Maybe we should leave," I whispered in her ear, and my pulse raced with each word.
The memories of my daydream began to flash in my mind. My hands slid down Lia's back following the curve of her spine until it dipped below her waist. I took in a sharp breath as I felt her gluts under my palms. I couldn't move. I didn't want to.
“Not yet, Chewie. Please,” she begged, turning her back to me once more.
Lia's body began to rock against mine as the music changed, becoming slow and more intense. The rhythm of her movements transformed under my touch, they were so sensual. My hands traveled from her waist to her hips and back again until I curled around her, my arms enveloped her. I risked a glance at her face and saw her eyes closed, as though she was savoring the closeness of our dance. There was a trace of ecstasy on her face, and her lips
parted. The sight almost took the sanity from me, reminding me of the dream. Lia leaned forward separating her back from my chest and began to swing her head. Her hair flew around her as her hips moved from side to side against mine. I closed my eyes as a new feeling rushed through me awakening every cell under my skin. Or the ones she hadn't awakened yet, which were few. I had already hardened for her. I brought her back against my chest, and my palms traveled up her waist reaching her ribs. I stopped just under her breasts. My hands trembled as I fought for control.
“Lia,” I said panting. “We have to go.” I opened my eyes and forced myself to focus and clear my head. I needed to regain my bearings.
Lia turned around and took a deep breath. Her chest rose and fell sharply with her fast breathing. She seemed as affected as I was. She blinked and nodded. "Sure."
I breathed a sigh of relief as we walked back to the bar. I took a few bills out of my wallet and dropped them on the counter.
“Is that enough?” I asked the bartender.
He smiled. “Oh, yeah. Thanks for the tip, bro.” Lia drank what was left of her cocktail and smiled when the man placed three shot glasses in front of us.
“One for the road.”
I shook my head. “Thank you, but I don’t think we should.”
“Come on, Chewie. Don’t be like that.”
She lifted the glass and waited for me. I sighed, but did as she wanted. The liquid burned me as it slid down my throat. My gaze blurred and I blinked, forcing myself to focus once again.
“Thanks.” I nodded to the bartender.
"Good Luck." He smiled turning to the new customer.
I took Lia’s hand and cupped her cheek. “Are you ok? You are not drunk?”
She chuckled. “No, Chewie, I’m fine. I’m just a little happy. Nothing to worry about, I promise. I’m still in control of my actions.”
I smiled. “Good.”
We walked to the back of the club by the service entrance. After surveying the area around us, I opened the portal back to my hut.
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