Chapter 4

Paige sat at her dressing table, preparing for the evening ahead.

Her mystery man kept distracting her focus. It was frequently happening, all week actually and becoming a little annoying. His hands, his scent, his mouth.

Good lord, focus.

Tonight is the night for action, not daydreaming.

She’d chosen a simple red dress. Very plain in comparison to her others. It was what was underneath that mattered.

Stick to the plan.

The club was busy, and Beth found a seat at the edge of the bar. A few interested gentlemen approached, but she hadn’t gotten a good vibe ... yet. Lame pick up lines and lack of oral hygiene deterred her so far.

“I have to say that is the perfect shade of red for you,” a man said. He stood tall, broad shoulders, well built with a v-shaped -+body. Lots of muscle. No hair on his head. Seemed like a choice from the thin line of receding hair she did see. Neatly trimmed goatee. Nice smile, green eyes, and manicured hands. He had on a dusty brown silk shirt and black tailored pants. Open collar, no tie and little to no chest hair from what she could tell. “I am referencing your dress, not your hair. Although your hair is also lovely.”

“Thank you,” Beth said, giving him an inviting smile. “I’d offer you a seat but seems they are all taken.

“I will gladly stand, as long as I still get to talk with you,” he said, extending his hand. “I am Tim, by the way.”

She took his hand. Firm but gentle grasp. “Beth. So why is this the perfect shade of red for me?”

“It doesn’t wash you out. Some women wear red, and they look like a walking candy cane,” he said, and Beth giggled. You look like a perfectly ripe cherry. Bursting with life.”

Nice

“Thank you. Cherries are my favorite,” she said.

“Mine too,” he said and then laughed. “Okay that was lame, but they really are.”

“Do you come here often?” Beth asked.

“Now and again, when I am looking for something new and different.”

“Different how?”

“Different as in,” he started, leaning his arm on the bar, closer to her. “Cherry with a twist.”

“I just might have what you are looking for if you’re up to it?” Beth smiled.

“Looking forward to it,” he said, smiling back.

“I have a room reserved in the back, B5. Give me about ten minutes?” Beth said.

“Ten it is,” he said. Beth moved off her seat, walking away without looking back.

Here we go

Beth had reserved a room with a bed and a couch. Figured a change of scenery would be good and there was a private bathroom. She stood waiting on the opposite side of the room from the door in a black braless corset, black silk lace topped stockings and her red heels.

There was a knock on the door and Beth took a breath.

Showtime

“Come in,” she said. Tim pushed open the door. Immediately seeing her a broad smile spread across his face. “Have a seat,” Beth said, motioning to the couch. You said you wanted some cherry with a twist. Here is what is going to happen. You can watch but cannot touch ... yet Only I can touch. And you can only do exactly as I say. The safeword is Apple. You game?”

“Oh yeah.”

“Good.”

Beth moved forward, straddling his groin and using her knees to press his hands into the couch. She started by using the edges of her fingertips to tease his neck, her hands wrapping around to the back and to his scalp. Leaning forward, she breathed lightly into his ear and then sucked on his earlobe.

Pulling back slightly. Beth met Tim’s eyes, staring deep before running her hand from her neck down to her breasts. Threading her fingers over the nipples, his eyes moved to her movements, watching intently. Cupping her breasts, she used her thumbs to flick her nipples, first quickly and then slow. Licking her thumbs, she used the pads to turn the nipples, covering them in wetness.