Page 3 of A Touch of Lust

“I’m fine, I don’t need a woman.” I hadn’t been with anyone in a long time, not seriously anyway. There had been a few casual encounters over the years, but most women I’d met were too boring. I wanted someone that wasn’t a doormat; someone that challenged me. Someone smart and sexy. From the way Max described her, someone like Alex. As tempting as the tall beauty sounded, I just really didn’t want a relationship right now – if ever again.

“When was the last time you were with someone that challenged you? You need to move on. It’s been two years since Jessica.”

Jessica had been my wife back in New York, She wasn’t only my but also my partner. She was beautiful, smart and sexy and together we’d built one of the most successful adult clubs. She let the success go to her head and ended up falling for another man that frequented the club. I let her have the club in our divorce, having no desire to continue with the life that she and I had built together.

“I moved here to help you with your club, not to get laid.” I tersely replied.

Max shook his head. “You came here for a fresh start. Alex could be a great way to do that.”

He was right. I couldn’t stop looking over at her. “I swore I’d never commit to a woman again.”

“That’s why she’s perfect for you.” Max glanced back over to the bar to where Alex was sitting. “She doesn’t want a commitment, just some hot sex. What more do you need?”

“Max, I’ll admit she’s tempting.” I scrubbed my face with my hand. “Maybe I’ll see if she wants to get together tomorrow night and we’ll see what happens.”

“Now there’s the spirit!” Max grinned at me.

I couldn’t help but laugh at Max’s excitement. Only a good friend like him would be so happy about me getting laid.

I checked my watch. It was eleven o’clock and I was exhausted from my long day of moving. I was renting a small house near the club. “I’m going to head out. It’s been a long couple of days. I’m beat.”

“Sounds good. Call if you need anything, otherwise I’ll see you tomorrow night.”

The two men stood up and shook hands. “Yep, I’ll see you tomorrow night.”

I nodded and started walking out of the club. I made sure to take the long way, walking past Alex. Max was right; I needed some fun and she sounded like just the girl to have that fun with. I stopped behind her, causing her to pause mid-conversation to turn and look at me. The wind knocked out of me when those hazel eyes looked up at me. I really hoped she didn’t notice the erection bulging in my pants. Leaning forward, my lips almost touched her ear as I whispered, “Be here tomorrow night at nine o’clock. Wear a red dress and make sure you aren’t wearing any panties.”

She swallowed hard and nodded. “Good.” I stood back up and nodded to her friend, then glanced back at her. “See you tomorrow.”

I walked out of the club before she could say another word, whistling to myself. I couldn’t wait to see her tomorrow night. My cock hardened as I thought about my plans for Alex. I had a feeling we were definitely going to have a good time together.

3

ALEX

“What did he say to you?” Stephanie eagerly asked me as soon as Paul walked out the door of the club.

I turned back to her, still a little shocked by Paul’s invitation to meet tomorrow night. And his demands. I mean, he barely knew me, what made him think I was going to listen to him.But of course I was.Something deep inside me told me I had to.

“He wants to meet me here tomorrow night. Told me to wear a red dress and no underwear.”

Stephanie’s brown eyes widened in surprise as she twirled a lock of her auburn hair around her finger. “Really? Are you going to? You just met him.”

I shrugged, already trying to decide which red dress I was going to wear. “Maybe. I can meet him. Doesn’t mean anything has to happen.”

She narrowed her eyes suspiciously at me. “That’s not like you, Alex. You don’t usually give in to anyone’s demands so easily.”

I smiled sheepishly. “I admit, there’s something about him; something that makes me want to do what he says. And when he took my hand to shake it, I felt this amazing connection between us. He’s fucking hot too. Who wouldn’t want a chance with him?”

We dissolved into fits of giggles, planning which dress I would wear when I saw Paul. We finally headed out to the dance floor, but all I thought about for the rest of the night was Paul. I couldn’t wait for tomorrow night.

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After barely anysleep the night before and a long day hanging around my condo, I was more than ready to get to the club to see Paul. I took extra care with my appearance . I left my long curls down around my face hoping that would entice him to bury his hands in my long hair.

Paul told me to wear a dress, so I pulled out my favorite red dress. It fit all my curves just right and showed just the right amount of cleavage. I didn’t dress like a lot of the other women in the club. I had a look I liked to call “classically sexy”, not the “fuck-me, I’m desperate” barely-there outfits so many of the girls would wear. I completed the look with my black high heels.

Why was I so worried about what Paul thought? Why was his approval so important to me? I never cared before what a man I'd just met thought about what I wore or how I looked. This was all new to me and I wasn’t sure if I liked it.

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