The Devil's Looking Glass

The Dance

Damien

I was in the living room to sort through boxes and begin unpacking, but curiosity got the better of me. I slowly pulled back the curtains facing the Angel's house and immediately hummed with approval.

There she was and she sure did not disappoint.

Wearing nothing but a short white baggy t-shirt that came just below her hips and a very noticeable black lace thong, she was pacing back and forth across the living room. She didn't have the headset on today but was holding a phone up to her ear.

I frowned. The look on her face was anything but angelic. It was downright evil if I was to be honest. Her brows were furrowed, her lips pressed tightly together, and her eyes were shooting daggers across the room. Whoever she was speaking to, had definitely gotten her completely wound up.

My c**k suddenly twitched, as if to say that we could alleviate her stress. I smiled once more. Yes. Yes, we most certainly could.

Her free hand was clenched in a fist so tight, her knuckles were turning white, and I could see a single drop of blood dripping from her enclosed hand. She was squeezing her hand so tight; her nails were digging into her palm. I honestly couldn't think of a time when a woman looked this angry. This was a whole new level of anger. 

It was f*****g hot.

My mind began to wander again. Images of crazy, hot, angry, lust filled s*x flashed through my mind.

Slamming of bodies against walls, hair pulling, screaming. And now my c**k was back to what I have now titled 'Angel mode'. Raging f*****g hard on. So f*****g hard, I was sure I would burst at any moment.

Suddenly she stopped pacing. Her head wiped towards me so fast that her hair sprawled out behind her wildly. This beautiful, gorgeous, perfect angel of a woman was shooting those daggers directly at me.

She dropped the phone that was in her hand, raced over to the window and with fierce force, ripped the curtains together. Yes, ripped. Literally. When she pulled with such vehement strength, the curtains ripped from their place and fell to the floor at her feet.

My head tilting slightly to one side, as she dropped her arms to her sides, balled up both her fists, squeezed her eyes shut, lifted her head to the roof and screamed. Her scream was so loud that I could hear it from inside my house where I was standing, watching her. She spun on her heel and stormed out of the room.

I stood there for several moments, different emotions running through me. Curiosity, confusion, sadness but most of all, lust. Pure, unbridled lust. This woman who had occupied my mind since the first moment I saw her, was going to drive me crazy. I could feel it.

***

8:00pm on the dot, I heard my doorbell ring.

"Come in!" I yelled loudly from the kitchen as I grabbed two beers out of the fridge. I had managed to get out to the grocery store earlier in the day as well as the liquor store, to stock up.

It had been a productive day. Nearly half of the boxes were unpacked, and things were starting to find their place. I had showered and slipped on a simple black button up, collared shirt, sleeves rolled to the elbows and a pair of dark blue jeans. I hadn't bothered with the hair. It was now the same usual tussled mess that adorned the top of my head. 

Meh. The girls seemed to like it that way.

Tommy joined me in the kitchen and grabbed the beer as I handed it to him. "Thanks!"

We both sat there, sipping our beer thirstily, ready to get this night started. Before we left though, I had some questions that I was hoping Tommy could answer.

I tipped my beer towards the house next door and raised an eyebrow at him. "So... what do you know of my neighbor?"

Tommy nearly choked on his drink. Clearing his throat as he spoke, almost wistfully, "Don't even bother man. That one is a no go."

I looked at him quizzically. "What do you mean by, 'no go'?" I raised my hands and did air quotes when I repeated his words.

He took a long swig of his beer, his eyes distant. "I mean, no go. Like, completely unattainable. Never had a boyfriend that I have heard of. Never even seen her out on the town with a man. Sure, she flirts and stuff but when you try to ask her out... it's a hard no."

I chuckled, "No one is unattainable."

He nodded sadly. "Believe me, man, that one is. Better men than you have tried and failed miserably."

"Better men than me?" I snorted.

His head whipped back to me, but he had a s**t eating grin on his face. "Damn f*****g rights. I've always been the better man out of this duo." He wiggled his finger back and forth between the two of us.

I finished my beer and set the empty bottle down on the counter. "We shall see. Unattainable. Yeah, f*****g right. She hasn't met me yet."

With that I grabbed my wallet off the counter, shoved it in my pocket and headed toward the door.

I could hear Tommy gulp down the rest of his beer, set his bottle on the counter and hurry to catch up with me. "Let's get this party started!" He whooped.

Genevieve

Tammy and I walked into the club, arm in arm, laughing and hip checking each other playfully. She had come to my house, and we had spent the day together, lounging in the pool, then getting ready for the night. I had spent the time to do my hair in curls that fell softly down my back as well as applied a small amount of makeup. I was never really one for getting dolled up.

Tammy had protested when I insisted on wearing jeans. After a whole lot of whining and arguing she won me over and here I was wearing a tiny black spaghetti strap dress that hardly covered my butt. It was molded to me, like a second skin and although I protested repeatedly, I had to admit that it looked hot as hell. It accentuated my cleavage, dipping dangerously low.

I refused the heels she tried to push on me, insisting that if I was going to wear a dress, then I was going to wear what I wanted on my feet. Simple flip flop sandals were all I wore.

Tammy was all dolled up. Her bright red hair was in curls and make-up on thick. Fake eyelashes surrounded her beautiful hazel eyes. I have always been thankful for my natural lashes. Longer and thicker than any fake lashes I had ever seen, which required no mascara.

Tammy was wearing a gorgeous backless mid-thigh, green dress, with a low plunging neckline. She was much skinnier than I was but that was okay. She absolutely loved her body, and I did mine.

We made our way over to the bar and waited for the bartender to notice us. It didn't take long. He was in front of us within 3 seconds of us walking up. "What can I get for you beautiful ladies." He winked and Tammy giggled.

"I will take a glass of white wine and an old fashioned for my friend here." The bartender raised one eyebrow as he looked over at me. I got that a lot. I'd never been one of those fruity drink type girls. A nice glass of bourbon, a beer, that kind of thing. Normally I would order a simple bourbon, but this place didn't have the highest of quality liquors and the old-fashioned recipe helped.

He handed us our drinks once he had finished making them, and her and I clinked glasses.

"Happy birthday to my bestie!" I shouted over the music. She giggled and took a sip.

We ended up finding a free booth in the back of the bar and sat talking and laughing over the next hour.

Drink after drink. Shot after shot. It was going to be one of those nights.

Tammy grabbed my arm excitedly. "Let's go dance!"

She was dragging me out of the booth before I could even say anything. We pushed through the sweaty, grinding bodies and made our way to the middle of the dance floor. Instantly, the music took over. I let my head fall back, as my hands ran up the side of my face to my hair. My hips swayed sexily and seductively to the rhythm of the music.

I loved to dance. Dancing, loud music pumping, it is one of the only times that I truly feel free to be me. I never cared what other people thought of me when I was dancing. The song ended, the next more upbeat with a faster rhythm and I found myself shaking my hips, popping my ass and all-around dancing like some s*x crazed woman you see in music videos.

Tammy was laughing as she came closer, our hips bumping and grinding against one another.

"Don't look now, but I think we have an audience."

Don't look now, was code for, hey you, look. I opened my eyes and swiveled my head around. Damn near every male in our vicinity had their eyes on us. One legit, drooling. I rolled my eyes. "I really don't care."

She was full blown laughing at this point. "Of course, you don't." She looked behind me, winked and said, "Have fun, I'll be back!"

She pointed at her empty glass and retreated off the dance floor.

I closed my eyes again, feeling the music pulse through me, moving as if we were one. I felt hands slide over my hips and a smile formed on my lips. I may seem like a prude at times, but don't get me wrong, I love a good bump and grind.

I allowed him to pull me closer to his body, feeling his grip tightening on my hips. His warm, solid body now pressing firmly against my body from behind. I arched my back and pushed my ass back against him and heard a sudden inhale close to my ear. The f*****g guy was already hard.

I chuckled to myself. This should be fun.

I continued to grind my ass against him, my hands moving down my body towards his. My fingers interlocked with his and I slid both our hands slowly up my flat stomach, dangerously high, just until I felt them brush underneath my braless breasts. He was leaning close, his mouth sliding over my shoulder, up my neck, to my ear, not making contact but enough that I could feel his hot, raspy, ragged breaths against my skin.

His teeth nipped my ear and small moan escaped before I could realize that it is happening.

Whoa. That's new.

His hands slid back down to my hips and once more grasped them firmly, pulling me impossibly closer.

He was now rock hard, grinding against my ass, his teeth nipping and tugging at my ear.

"You smell so f*****g good. Cherry vanilla." Barely a low growled whisper but I heard it clear as day, his hot breath against my skin. My body involuntarily shivered and goosebumps covered my entire body. I could feel the words radiating down to my core and my thighs snapped shut. I could feel myself growing wet.

Thank the gods that I wore underwear tonight.

I squirmed slightly, suddenly very aware of this precarious situation I had put myself in. I pulled away and spun around to face the man that was doing things to my body that only one other man could ever manage to do.

I gasped in shock. 

There he stood, in all his smug glory. Damian f*****g Vanderbrooke.

I was ready to rip his c**k off and shove it so far up his ass, he wouldn't be able to sit for a month.

Without hesitation or thought, my hand flew up, smacking him hard across the face, before I spun back around and stormed away.