Элла Франк - Exquisite

“Hey Wendy. How’s it going?” Lena asked genuinely concerned for the frazzled looking lady. For as long as Lena had known her, Wendy had always been one of the most put together women she knew and right now she looked like she needed to sleep for a few weeks.

“Honestly? Trust me you don’t want to know.”

Lena grimaced and shook her head knowing this couldn’t be good. Looking around again then back to the manager she noticed Wendy was shaking her head.

“He isn’t here.” she paused, sighing. “He never is anymore.”

Tilting her head to the side she was about to ask what she meant when Shelly jumped in.

“What do you mean? Where is he?”

Wendy snorted and ran a hand through her hair, “Probably down at Blue Moon getting drunk. That’s his usual pattern these days.”

Lena looked at Shelly with a raised brow, “Blue Moon? What is that? A Bar?”

Shelly shook her head and replied, “Nope. Dance club.”

Groaning Lena shut her eyes for a moment. “A dance club? Ahh, I hate dancing.”

Wendy made a noise in front of her and she looked at her smirk. “Why does it matter? You wont get anywhere, he’s checked out for the moment. Trust me I’ve tried.” she paused then asked, “I didn’t think you two were talking, has that changed?”

Lena shook her head and answered, “No. But it’s about to.”

The first thing Lena noticed was how dark it was inside the club. They’d been lined up for the last half hour waiting to get inside and now that they finally had paid and stepped in, the glare from the outside flood lights had faded and they were in a dimly lit, basement like warehouse. There were people everywhere, from one wall to the other and the music was pounding so loudly Lena could feel it pulsating through her whole body. She felt Shelly tug on her arm and she leaned in close to hear her say.

“Let’s go over to the bar? Get something to drink and scan the floor.”

Nodding she followed Shelly through the crowd. She was easy to keep track of in her hot pink strapless tube dress. Lena noticed eyes from both men and women go up and down her friend, as she strutted through the crowds of people on her black spiked stilettos. Her hair was in a sleek blond ponytail and Lena marveled over the effortless confidence she had. Squinting against the bright strobe lights that had begun flashing with the next song Lena tried to scan the crowd looking for anyone even remotley resembling Mason but she came up with nothing. Following her friend they stopped at the bar and Shelly ordered two tequila shots. Lena glanced at her friend quickly.

‘What?” she asked innocently, “Liquid courage. You’ll need it here.”

“Gee thanks a lot.” Lena shouted over the music.

“Well it’s true! You hate drinking, you hate having to be aggressive and I know you hate dancing. Tonight, here.” she paused looking around at the sweaty pulsing bodies, “You’ll need to do all three.”

Swallowing deeply Lena nodded agreeing with her friend and wondering how the hell she’d ended up here and reached out to grab the drink. Tipping it up she slammed it home and coughed once screwing her nose up, “Oh shit!”

Shelly burst out laughing then turned to face the crowd. Lena felt her friend freeze and her hand grip her wrist. “Lena. Over there.”

Lena turned her head in the direction her friend was looking and froze on the spot. Under the flashing lights she saw Mason, in amongst the sweaty gyrating bodies, pressed hip to hip with a blonde who was all over him like a second skin. He had his big hands on the blonde’s ass and had her hips pulled in tight to his and her arms were wrapped up around his neck with her fingers running through his wet black hair. He had his eyes shut and was grinding his hips against the blonde’s like there was no material between the two of them and Lena wanted to walk over grab the blonde’s hair and yank her off him. However, he was doing just as much clinging, so maybe she could rip the blonde off him then knee him in the balls. She grinned maliciously at that thought then turned to Shelly who had her eyes glued to the scene in front of them.

“Ahh, so.” Shelly said then looked over to Lena, “Now what?”

Lena narrowed her eyes and said in a soft voice that concealed all the pent up emotions she was having. “Now I have a second shot of tequila.”

Mason had finally lost himself. It’d taken him around half a bottle of scotch and half an hour with Cindy, or was it Mindy? He couldn’t remember and didn’t care. She’d stopped talking and was clinging and rubbing all over him and that was what he wanted, no talking, just a sweaty curvy body. The music was moving through him and his hips were working up a delicious friction in the notch between her thighs and from the way she was moaning in his ear and gripping his hair he decided she must like the fact that his hard on was pressing up against her. Sure, he wouldn’t do anything with her or it, but it felt nice to think about it for the moment and not all the other bullshit in his life.

He opened his eyes as the music switched up and for a crazy second he was sure he saw Lena moving toward him. He blinked his eyes figuring the combination of alcohol and the strobe lighting was playing tricks on him, but no, there she was again as the lights flickered then it went back to dark. He shifted Cindy in his grip and she groaned thinking he was moving their position, when in fact he was just moving his, then he lost sight of the vision in the crowd. Shaking his head he turned back to look down at Cindy whose mouth was open and he noticed her eyes were dilated, all signs that she was one hundred percent turned on and he suddenly decided he needed another drink, and to get away from the blonde. He took a step back reaching up behind his neck to grab her hands, and she blinked a few times at him.

“Let go hon.”

She smiled, what he figured she thought was a seductive smile, and said loudly over the music. “I can come with you.”

Shaking his head he replied, “No it’s fine.”

She ran a palm down his chest clutching his shirt and pulling him a bit closer. “Really. I’ll let you do whatever you like.”

He took her hand and pulled it off shaking his head again, shit couldn’t she take a hint. “Not interested.”

He watched her eyes narrow and he thought if it was possible smoke would be coming out of her ears. His head was starting to swirl and he ran a tongue over his bottom lip then turned on his heel to make his way back to the bar and that’s when he saw her. Standing right in front of him, like some kind of fucked up hallucination, was Lena. She was dressed in a strapless corset of deep burgundy that laced from her navel to between her breasts. Wrapped snugly around her hips was the smallest leather mini skirt he’d ever seen and on her feet were the most wicked pair of fuck me boots ever designed. Her hair was pulled up in a ponytail and was long enough that he knew it fell down to the middle of her back and altogether the picture she made was a fucking sexy one.

Lena had ordered another shot, and downed it like a pro then decided it was time to go get her man. Smiling over at her friend, Shelly gave her a thumbs up and she moved out onto the dance floor. Somewhere between leaving Exquisite and going home to dress for the club, Shelly had persuaded her to dress to kill. As she stood in front of Mason on the packed dance floor, with a few hundred people moving around them, his eyes moved over her like the hot stroke of his hand, and she was happy she’d gone with Shelly’s idea.

Spotting the little blonde move in behind him, Lena took a step forward and was about to say something, when she noticed a hand clamp onto his wrist. Like a spell was broken his eyes left her and moved to his arm. Turning slowly he looked at the blonde shaking his head. Lena couldn’t hear what was being said, it was to loud in the club, but she did understand he was saying no and Blondie wasn’t taking it. So Lena moved in to stand behind him and reached out, for the first time in months, and voluntarily touched him. She ran a finger down his back noticing his black shirt was damp to touch. She felt him stiffen and turn to face her. Lena smiled up at him with the most seductive look she could find then she looked around him and narrowed her eyes at the blonde.

“I’m cutting in.”

The blonde’s eyes glared at her through the flashing lights and Mason stood speechless between them.

“Who are you?” the blonde demanded.

Lena looked up at Mason and saw his eyes were clouded over, whether from alcohol or lust she wasn’t sure, but she knew she now had his attention. Turning her eyes back to her adversary she smirked. “You’re replacement.”

The blonde looked up to Mason, who didn’t even turn to look back at her, then turned angry eyes back to Lena. “Fuck you.”

Lena stepped in close to Mason smelling the distinct scent of him and peeked around his shoulder. “No thanks, you’re not my type.”

Suddenly she felt a strong hand come up and grip her head underneath her ponytail.

“Who is?” she heard Mason demand over the throbbing beat.

Lifting her eyes up to him Lena moved in so they were closer, then rubbed a leg in between his thighs. “Right now? You.”

His free hand came up to rest on her hip and he gripped it tight and pulled her even closer.

“You’re drunk.” Lena whispered as she rocked her hips into his. He hissed and leaned his head down to hers. Knowing he was intending to kiss her she moved her head to the side and felt him tense. Moving back he gripped her tightly and glared down at her.

“So? What does it matter?”

Moving her hands around to his ass Lena took a good handful and ground against him. She heard him groan and it rumbled right through her. “It doesn’t matter at all.”

Tipping her head back she thrust her breasts into his chest rubbing herself all over him, knowing she was driving him insane and pissing him off at the same time. He tried to lean in again and kiss her, again she dodged him.

“Lena.” he growled narrowing his eyes.

Rocking her hips on his she felt him move the hand from her neck down to rest on the other side of her hip. Blinking up at him, reveling in the feel of him after all this time she moaned a little and replied in kind.

“Mason.”

“Why are you here?” he asked on a strangled groan as she moved away and turned in his arms rubbing her ass up against his hard on. He gripped her hips again and she raised her arms and wrapped them up around his neck exposing her front to anywhere he wanted to touch. She felt his hands run up from her hips to her stomach, then those long fingers traced up the lace holding her top together and came to a stop when they reached the bow at the top. He fiddled with it as she rocked against him, then he dragged his palms up her arms and wrapped them around her wrists and suddenly pulled them down from behind his neck and turned her face him, tugging her in so close she lost her footing. Her hands gripped his chest and he glared down at her with eyes that were clearer, but now showed the anger as well as lust.

“Why are you here Lena? It can’t be a coincidence.”

Blinking up at him she heard the music change to Closer by Ne-Yo and she pushed in as close as she could and reached up pulling his head down. “I’m here for you.”

He yanked his head back and ran a hand up through his wet hair. Looking down at her he shook his head. “I can’t do this.”

Reaching up with a hand she trailed fingers down his cheek. He moved his face away from her and she flinched back.

“Can’t you just forget for the night?” she asked. He narrowed his eyes and before he could answer she raised a finger to his lips. “Just let me help you forget. Just dance with me.”

Swallowing deeply, waiting for his answer, she felt the music throbbing through her and she let out a deep breath gently placing her hands on his chest. Then she felt his hands grip her hips and gently tug her in so their hips met.

“Just dance?” he asked.

Licking her bottom lip she nodded blinking up at this man. This man who owned every part of her and she felt her heart squeeze when he reached out to grab her hands and wrap them back around his neck. He leaned his head down and whispered in her ear.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.”

Mason closed his eyes and listened to the beat of the music as it throbbed through him and into Lena. He buried his nose in her hair and took a deep breath smelling the fresh scent of vanilla. Her arms were wrapped around his neck and her fingers were threaded through his hair and every time she gripped them tight, as he ground his hips into hers, he wanted to groan and take her mouth with his. Her hips were rubbing on his with each beat of the music and he couldn’t help but run his hands down to rest on the sweet curve of her ass that was wrapped up in black leather.