The Proposition

She touched the little box in her pocket and smiled.  She could hardly wait to give it away.

As she moved onto the dance floor, she scanned the crowd for just the right, unsuspecting recipient.  Her eyes landed on a few possibilities, processing their assets and considering their worth, but it wasn't until they found "him" that she knew, with certainty, that she'd found her target.

She slipped through the throng of writhing bodies, plastered with sweat and drenched in a heightened scent of need, and casually bumped into him.  He turned, absentmindedly to see who was behind him.  Her bright-red, see-through, stretch-lace shirt...the black bra beneath - clearly visible.  Neither of them spoke.  It wouldn't have done them any good with the music blaring so loud she could feel the bass of the beat all through her organs.  It made her feel light-headed.

She smiled up at him, her full red mouth itching to be kissed.

He put his hands on her hips and pushed his pelvis toward her, but given his height she could feel the bulge of his cock pushing in to her belly.  They moved together, surrounded by bodies pushing into them and pressing them further into each other.

She pulled out the little box and held it up for him to see.  His eyes questioned her, and she nodded to confirm that it was for him.  He took it, brow furrowed in confusion.  A gift?  From a girl he'd never met before.  It was a touch strange...she had to admit.

He pulled the top off the box, glanced inside.  A tiny piece of paper was all it contained.  On it, a phone number and a message - If you want the key, you'll have to ask permission first.  He looked down at her with questioning eyes.  She flipped up her skirt briefly, exposing the answer to his silent inquiry.

Then she pointed up to the second floor where people were leaning over the railing.  An older man in a suit, who obviously had his eyes on them, tipped his hat in their direction.

What the fuck?, was all he could think.  Who the hell was this girl and did he really want to get involved in this?  He looked back at her, watched her lick her lips expectantly, and decided to follow her up the stairs.  He put the little box in his pocket and smiled, warily, breathing in as fully as he could.

This was going to be an interesting night.

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