Background to this story!
The nightclub tease I'd written originally without a name for the
main character, with the last sentence making it clear that you,
the recipient of this message were the lucky man to receive the
cat woman's attention! If that's the way you too want to read it,
I'm not going to hold it against you, after all, who am I to
spoil those thoughts that will be running through your mind!!
The Nightclub tease
Sitting on a stool, overlooking the dancers, John was drinking
his beer and watching the bodies move and gyrate on the dance
floor. His mind, however, was also seeking out the cat woman. He
called her that as he'd seen her time after time prowl around the
edge of the club, or dancing on the floor with some lucky guy, if
you can call rubbing up against someone dancing!
She was always wearing some skimpy animal print dress that barely
covered anything really and was stunning to watch, with a
cat-like grace and red hair that flowed in waves down to her
waist. That this hair swayed with each move she made had probably
been noted by nearly all the men in the room, no doubt them
imagining it sliding like a silk sheet over their bodies.
That feral impression was enhanced by the fact that she often
subtlely seemed to sniff the air around her as she walked, almost
as if she was searching through all the perfumes to a particular
pheromone lacing through the room.
Just as he was finishing his beer he spotted her, though the
bottom of his beer glass, across the room and she looked
stunning. She was about 5' 6", with a lithe but feminine body and
curvy in all the right places. She had just arrived and was
taking off her coat, revealing her gorgeous figure in yet another
print mini dress. As she turned to the cloak room to hand over
the jacket it was clear to see that this dress was backless,
apart from thin straps across, holding the material together.
John's blood pressure rose, as did his body heat! Who would she
pick tonight? He'd watched her night after night seeming to seek
out a particular man in the crowd, and it was never the same one
twice, then taking them to the dance floor and, for the want of a
better phrase, dirty dancing with them. There always seemed to be
a change in the music when she danced, from the thump-thump of a
trance music track so something sultry, sung by a smoky sounding
voice. Maybe she tipped the DJ to play them for her. After a
couple of dances, they would walk off the floor and out of the
club together. She never came back, and if the man did the best
description of the look on his face would be to say he looked
like the cat that'd gotten the cream!!!
He was nothing if not self aware and knew that he'd hope she'd
pick him one night, be the recipient of her attention, the lucky
sod who'd get to feel that body against his on the dance floor.
He chuckled; even just thinking of it was getting him hot under
the collar! Hell he needed another beer.
Stood at the bar, awaiting his turn, he was listening to the
conversations around him. There were the usual ones between girls
talking about clothing and what bloke they'd hope would notice
them or dance with them, and even who they'd met and fucked the
last time. Other conversations came from men, and apart from the
clothes, seemed to follow the same format.
One, however, caught his attention. The two men were stood to his
right and they were discussing her, or rather one was boasting
that he'd "had" her. "Yeah right", thought John taking a quick
glance at the chap making the announcement, the man bore no
resemblance to the kind of guy the cat woman tended to choose.
Now she didn't have a 'type' per se, but they were always taller
than her, clean and in good clothes, and this boasting little oik
was too short and grubby to suit her. At that moment, though, one
of the barmen caught his attention and he ordered his drink so he
thought no more of it.
With his beer in his hand he turned to return to his spot near
the dance floor, but the stool had been taken by a woman, not one
he would want to talk to so he started his perambulation around
the pathway around the floor, half his attention on not walking
into someone and spilling his drink on them, and half wondering
where the cat woman was. Had she found her man for the night yet?
He didn't think so as the music was still pounding in his ears.
Stopping by at column, and leaning against it, he perused the
club again. He loved to watch people and watch the mating dances
commence, to see the girls flick their hair and throw quick
glances at the men they found attractive, to see the men sidle up
to the woman of their choice in a supposedly random manner. Then
there was the first touch, the first conversation, the dancing
and eventually the leaving together. It never failed to make him
smile at how inventive some people would be to gain the attention
of the person they wanted to make the acquaintance of, from the
girl who fell over someone's feet in the corner, to the man at
the back who was talking to a girl in her ear, their faces cheek
to cheek, standing next to a speaker!
As he stood there watching them, he noticed a man to his
immediate right suddenly stand up a lot straighter and check his
hair and tie. Someone's gotten lucky he thought and looked away
again. That's when he felt the hand on his shoulder, a warm small
hand that could only belong to a woman. Looking over his shoulder
to see who the owner was, his eyes followed the line of the
fingers, moving along the soft forearm and upper arm to the
shoulder. The animal print strap there snagged his full attention
and he looked over to see the face of his cat woman.
'Holy shit' was his first thought, though if he was that
conscious of thinking it he couldn't have verified it to you even
in a court of law any time later! She was stunning to look at,
with dark slanting cat-like eyes, a small button nose and the
most kissable pouting lips he'd ever seen, enhanced by some lip
gloss he presumed to give it that moist look.
"Hello", she said, her honey-like voice hitting every nerve
ending in his body. "I have been watching you. You like to watch
them too, don't you, watch the way they attract each other, the
way their bodies find a partner".
"Uh yeah", he managed to get out of his constricted throat,
turning to face her. His brain screamed 'Oh smooth John you
She chuckled, moving up nearer to him, her eyes twinkling in the
lights of the strobes on the dance floor, her hand sliding down
to rest on his forearm. Whatever perfume she was wearing he
thought, as he took a breath in, could intoxicate a room!
"My name is Kat, short for Katrina", she said, "Would you like to
dance . . . . .?"
"John, my name's John", he almost spluttered, not being able to
take his eyes from her. She smiled, a cheeky naughty grin, and
moving in closer murmured "Would you like to dance, John?"
Now the way she lengthened his name and almost purred it had an
instant effect on pretty much every part of his body, and all he
could do was nod and take her hand, moving down to the dance
For a place that had been packed not two minutes earlier with
dancers, a space seemed to have appeared for them to move into,
and when there she turned into his arms. The sultry music started
and she began to move against him, her body sliding along and
around his, making it hard for him to breathe, and bloody
impossible to think in any other way but to wonder what it would
be like to feel that skin with his hands, his mouth and his
tongue. He slid his hands over her soft velvety skin, feeling the
heat under his fingers as they moved over her dress as he wrapped
his arms behind her.
Their bodies moved in time with the beat, their clothes rubbing
against each other, their hands roving wherever they chose, the
noise of the people around them slipping from John's
consciousness, so that he was alone with her and that sensual
music, it guiding his feet, his attention on the sensations being
experienced and transmitting the same to her.
She slid round in his arms so that her bottom was rubbing against
his groin as she carried on dancing and he moaned, knowing from
the reaction it elicited that if she kept that up for too long
he'd expire on the spot! He grabbed her arms and pulled her
upright against him, trying to regain some control, sliding his
hands down and across to lie against her stomach, pressing her
against him, whispering "you little witch!" in her ear, a wicked
little chuckle being her response".
"You know you love it", she said, her head tipped back on his
shoulder so that her breath slid over his neck, making him
shiver, "you want me and this body so much. Tell me you don't
imagine me naked, picture me somewhere in your arms, being fucked
in all the positions you can imagine!"
He groaned at the words, moving his mouth down to kiss her neck,
licking and nipping lightly at the delicate skin there, taking
her earlobe into his mouth and sucking on it, then blowing cool
air over the wet surface as he released it. She trembled in his
"I can picture you in a lot of ways Kat", he growled, "up against
a wall with your legs wrapped round my waist as I fuck you hard
and fast, lying over the bonnet of a car as I take you from
behind, and licking you out as you sit on my face before pushing
you down to '69' me!"
He heard her purr his name with desire and moved his hands, one
to just under her breasts with his thumb brushing the undersides
with every movement she made, and every breath she took, and the
other to the base of her stomach, applying gentle pressure with
his fingertips to the top of her groin so that every time she
undulated her hips her bottom pressed firmly against his erect
cock, which was straining against his trousers.
He danced with her like this until he couldn't take the strain
any longer and turned her fast, slamming her body back against
him, her breasts flattening against his chest, her groin up
against his erection. He rocked her like that for a minute or so,
with his hands on her arse, so that she was couldn't miss the
fact that he wanted her and wanted her bad.
He leant down and said, into her ear, "I want to fuck you Kat, so
much. I want to lick and suck on your body, from your neck to
your feet, and everywhere in between. I want to make you quiver,
and shake and come so hard over and over again that you will
scream my name! I am going to fill you with my come and have you
orgasm around me so often that we won't know which way is up and
what day it is!"
Hearing her moan and say, "Then let's go John, let's go fuck each
other's brains out", he grabbed her hand and led her off the
dance floor and out of the club, stopping only long enough to
collect their jackets, though with the heat emanating of them
both right now, he didn't think they'd need them. In fact more
clothing would just cause more friction and he wasn't sure they
weren't going to spontaneously combust as it was!
As they left the club and walked round the corner of the club
towards the car park he pushed her up against the wall, his body
following quickly to pin her there, one of his hands holding her
chin as he kissed the living daylights out of her, the other hand
taking, rubbing and squeezing her breast, tweaking the nipple.
His pelvis rubbed against hers, his cock eager to be released to
enter that hot wet pussy. Against her mouth he rumbled, "Round
Chuckles, now the essence of these teases was, and is, to let
your own imagination fill in the details as to what followed, to
have fun doing so, with the added bonus that you can be as
naughty with the couple as your imagination will allow!