"What was my first mistake? I'm not sure I'm willing to make another one." I smiled at her and moved back a little, but not before sliding one hand up her back and into her silky hair. It felt so good on my fingers, the strands wrapping around me tightly.

"Asking if I was here alone." She smiled teasingly and started to dance again as the music changed and the lights pulsed from red to a deep blue.

"Ah..." I wasn't quite sure I understood, but I let it die again much to her disapproval. It was almost cute to see her brow furrow. She wanted to pull me in, to play with me and I had denied her this round.

I spun her around and tugged her back against me again, pressing myself between the perfect cheeks of her rear. Opening my fingers, I slid them around the front of her taut stomach and held her against me as I rocked myself in deeper and deeper. The sound of her quiet panting sent my heart racing, my blood boiling. I had to get her out of there and into my bed soon.

She turned and wrapped against me in a tight hug as she glanced up. "The right question would have been, who am I leaving with?"

"Would it now?" I brushed the hair away from her pretty face and focused on the depths of her light brown eyes. "I already know the answer to that. Why would I ask something I already knew the answer to? Seems trivial."

Her brow lifted and I had to stop myself from chuckling.

"And just who do you think I'm leaving this club with?" She moved her body in a way that allowed what seemed like every part of her to touch me.

I bit my lip to keep from showing her just how fucking good it felt to have her against me. No showing my cards just yet though. She already had me willing to throw caution to the wind and I'd just met her.

Dangerous was right.

"Me. You are leaving with me." I took her face in my hands and leaned down, pressing my lips to hers and forcing my tongue slowly into her warm mouth.

She lifted a little and pressed against the kiss, sucking on my tongue as if to prove how good she could be in bed.

I took full advantage of the little tart and worked my tongue in and out of her mouth until she was trembling. Her fingers brushed by my cock between us, and I groaned, having been caught a little bit off guard. She did it again and I moved one hand to cup hers, turning her fingers and pressing them tightly to my erection.

"I'm a big guy... you sure you can handle yourself if I take you with me?" I gave her a naughty smile and she laughed and squeezed me tightly.

"Second mistake for the night, baby. Don't challenge a confident woman." She scraped her nails across my sack, causing a jolt of desire to stoke the roaring flame inside me.

"Good girl," I mumbled and took her hand, walking us to the front of the club. I tossed my keys to the valet and pulled her against my side, holding her like she belonged to me. "Hustle. I'm in no mood to wait."

"Yes, Sir." The valet jogged away and I walked us out the door into the chilly night air, needing something to cool myself down a little. I wished like hell I'd had a driver bring me. I didn't want to wait until I got to my place. I couldn’t think of anything but her in the back of the car, on her knees, her little mouth full as she took care of me.

"So cocky," she mumbled, smiling as I glanced down at her. My heart fluttered.

"Another mistake, I assume?"

"Not at all. You'll need it for what I plan to do to you." She licked at her lips and turned her attention to the street as the car pulled up.

"I'm starting to like making these mistakes." I chuckled and walked her to the passenger-side door, brushing my fingers over her ass as I watched her gracefully get into the car. She looked like she belonged in it. Belonged with me.

Weird. Stop that shit and enjoy the night.

I planned to.

3 - Lila

The Maybach was beautiful, the delightful smell of new leather hitting me as I got in. Jazz music played on the radio, which seemed perfect for the handsome man I had found by the bar. Or rather, he'd found me.

I smiled at the thought.

He got into his side of the car and buckled up, glancing over at me as his tongue darted out to wet his lips.

I wanted another kiss. The pole dancing fun was, just that, fun. I had been in a relationship for six long years and done everything right, only to be crushed in the long run. No more commitments and no more playing it safe. I needed adventure, action, passion and vibrant colors in my life. The guy next to me was destined to be added to the long list of one night stands I planned to have.

Without hesitating, I pulled him toward me and kissed his full lips, licking at his mouth as he groaned and closed his eyes.

"Hurry, please." I smiled seductively and moved back to my seat, crossing my legs and letting my dress ride a little high on my thighs.

"Whatever the lady wants.” His voice was thick with lust and deep like a man's should be.

Picking up my clutch, I got my lipstick out and pulled down the small mirror above my seat, working on getting my lips to look perfect again as he pulled out into the street. The car was sexy as hell and the man driving it fit its persona perfectly. He was a player, no doubt about it.

Most men with money usually were, but the best thing about them was their depravity and unwillingness to commit. He would want one night with me, and he wouldn't hold back. I needed it, wanted it, and craved it, even more than I was willing to admit.

Something about hot animalistic sex reminded me that I was alive and capable of being or doing anything I wanted. No strings attached, no exchanging numbers or trying to date afterward. It was passion with a stranger whose name I didn't even know... and really didn't want to.

It was dangerous and yet titillating all the same.

His fingers slid along my thigh squeezing softly until he reached my knee. He rolled his palm over my flesh and moved back toward my body, his nails dragging softly over my leg. Goosebumps broke out on my skin and I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, letting everything go but the feeling of his touch.

"Beautiful. You're so beautiful. Did you know that? Were you aware?" He mumbled as he tugged my dress up a little. I heard him shift closer to me, but I kept my eyes closed, needing to let go of everything but the moment. "Open your legs for me, pretty girl."

"Mmm-hmm," I mumbled and opened my legs, wanting him to take full advantage of my willingness. Tomorrow would come and tonight would be a distant memory. I wouldn't have to see him again, so I could behave as horribly as I found tolerable, and never have to make amends for it. Freedom was mine for the taking and he held the ticket in his strong, capable hands.

"I can smell your desire. Delicious," he whispered in a gravelly voice as his fingers moved over my upper thigh to cup me, the pressure of his fingertips tapping softly caused my heart to race.

I arched a little, completely unashamed of my need for more.

"Fuck," he growled as his fingers slipped around the edge of my wet panties and brushed down the slick skin of my sex before sliding through the folds.

Taking his hand, I pressed his fingers, forcing them inside of me a little. Another long moan left me and he rolled the two digits inside of me slowly as his breathing became labored.

"More," I groaned, not wanting to wait any longer. The heat was palpable in the car, the desire between us electrifying.

"Yeah. More. You need more. Now." He pulled his fingers from me and I turned to watch him as he jerked the car off the freeway.