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Post by MADISON NOEL BOSQUE on Feb 1, 2013 11:52:39 GMT -5
It was rare that Zane had a series of consecutive weeks without scheduled performances. As it was, though, he was meant to be writing songs in preparation for his next album, and had no performances scheduled until the start of his next tour in April. Writing was something that never worked out well when forced, so he'd decided to enjoy the leisure time tonight, heading out to the local club in search of enough drinks to distract him from reality and a lady to warm his bed.
Once at the club, his first stop was the bar, where he downed a couple shots of jager before letting his eyes sweep over the dance floor. The girls generally looked better this way. A contraption resembling disco ball cast flashing colored lights around the room, turning the dancers from pink to purple, blue, and green. It only took him a few seconds to find one that would probably have been appealing even if he hadn't had a drink. She looked exotic, which was always appealing, and she seemed to be very comfortable and free with her sexuality. Watching her dance, Zane couldn't help but feel a budding attraction for her.
As the song melted into another popular hit, he made his way across the floor, stopping in front of the girl with a cheeky smile on his face. "I saw you checking me out," he greeted her. It was a lie, but now that he was in front of her, it was sure to become a reality. "Not that anyone can blame you. I'm kind of a big deal."
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Madison was technically too young to drink, but when had that ever stopped her? In Europe she was legal, so she had a fake for the USA. The dance club was 18 plus, but she had already spent a fair time at the bar doing tequila shots with her dealer, who had since left, after giving her a delivery of course, but she was saving that for later.
Madison decided to hit the floor, knowing that she could dance by herself easily, she need anyone's help-- or at least, that's what she told herself. She swiveled her hips in time to the music, raising her hands in the air and shaking her dark locks behind her. She was in her own little world for the most part, gladly turning to grind against whoever came up behind her, until of course, some one shot her a line.
Maddy looked up at him, he was attractive. At his works she smirked."Oh you are huh?" Madison let her hips sway gently as he seemed to watch to keep talking, and she wasn't sure she wanted to let him off the hook just yet either, maybe she'd reel him in.
"Prove it."
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There were a few ways this could go. This girl, like any girl who actually recognized him, might throw herself at him. Or, she might be amused by his claim and give him a chance. Alternatively, she could be completely offended by his advances and slap him, which wasn't exactly a new experience. In his opinion, even being slapped was a reasonably good thing, as he could claim she'd had her hands all over him.
As it happened, this girl seemed to be at least a little amused by his banter. The fact that she wasn't throwing herself at him, of course, meant he'd have to work for it. Working for her, though, couldn't be too terrible. Zane couldn't help but grin at her when she told him to prove it. This wouldn't be too hard. He happened to be a very good dancer, so he could at least entertain her in that capacity.
Without asking, he slipped his hands onto her hips, pulling the girl closer to him before expertly swaying along with her in a manner that was plainly sexual. (Think Dirty Dancing...) As the music faded into what he quickly recognized to be the opening of one of his own songs, Zane released his hold on her. "And now, I'm going to buy you a drink," he announced. Telling a woman things was always better than asking. It didn't give her the option to refuse.
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Madison chuckled softly at the look in his eyes when he grabbed her by the hips. By all accounts, he was a pretty good dancer. Madison didn't mind the sexual nature of his moves and played along, winding, grinding and keeping herself within his reach, but still leaving a teasing amount of space between them as often as she could. When the song ended, he seemed to have other ideas and she followed him to the bar.
She made a sound halfway between a scoff and a laugh. "No," She said, "I'll buy you a drink." She said, scooting onto a bar stool and snapping at the bartender, carefully arranging her arms so that her cleavage was plenty in view. She then turned to her new friend and looked him over lightly, trying to decide what kind of drinks he might like. He looked like a hard liquor kinda guy.
"Flaming tequila shots?" She suggested looking at him.
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Things were going spectacularly well, Zane figured. It wasn't every day a girl wanted to buy him a drink, and he found the prospect oddly flattering. Clearly he'd proven himself. If he hadn't, she wouldn't have turned his offer around in such a way. A more polite or traditional man might have argued about it, but Zane just offered her a chuckle. He was pretty much a dog, so it was no surprise that his eyes found her cleavage the moment she drew attention to it. He might have commented on it if she weren't studying him so hard.
For a moment, he wondered if she was searching for some illusive meaning that wasn't there. But it seemed she was only trying to decide what sort of drinks to order. He couldn't help but grin at her choice. Anything involving fire was always a good option. "Sounds like a plan," he agreed, his eyes once again darting to her cleavage.
Ordinarily, he wasn't even the sort who bothered getting to know a girl before taking her home. He did, however, like the possibility of a girl screaming his name in bed, so he always mad e it a point to introduce himself. "I'm Zane. Should I call you anything but gorgeous?"
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With their order placed and danger on the way, she leaned against the bar gently as he took a seat beside her. "Gorgeous works," She said at his introduction. With a smirk she thought back to meeting Jonathon, whom she'd told that she liked to be called things like 'dirty whore' in bed, it seemed Zane might need that information before the night was over. Madison toyed with actually telling him her name, but she almost didn't care if he knew it.
"I also answer to all kinds of naughty names, if you're so inclined." Madison said with a flirty shrug, glancing over as their drinks arrived. She held her's up, like in a toast. But she had no toast to give so instead she just took the shot in one long gulp, her throat tingling with the sensation.
Madison clanked the glass against the table and looked at Zane, you can choose what we have next round."
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It seemed that his lines were well appreciated, and Zane couldn't help but feel excited by the very real pospect of getting laid tonight. Even so, he couldn't help but wonder what her name actually was. Mysterious women were a great deal of fun in the right situation, but he'd given her his name, and now the playing field was uneven in her favor. Before he had the chance to ask her, though, the girl was going on about the dirty names he might eventually call her. A smirk played on his lips. "I'll keep that in mind," he replied, raising his glass and following her lead.
A few rounds later, they were both feeling warmer, looser, and more comfortable. Zane was openly directing most of his statements at the girl's breasts, and his eyes alternated every now and again to focus on her sultry lips. He ordered them one more round of jager, which was easily his favorite, before deciding that they ought to decide what the rest of their evening would hold.
"You wanna get out of here?" he asked, his eyes meeting her gaze and holding hers for several long seconds. They could go to his hotel room. He'd booked a ritzy room at one of those excessively expensive hotels in Atlanta. She could have room service if she wanted, and she wouldn't have to worry about opening any of the doors for herself.
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After a few rounds they were loose, and flirted openly. He gazed at her breasts and she would touch his thigh. Something was simple and hot about them, both not caring enough to get emotionally invested. It was perfect really. Zane was blunt and obvious and Madison was too, so they didn't have to beat around the bush.
"Sure," She replied with a little sideways smile. Madison loved being taken home, it was sweet, adorable in that she knew the sex would be anything but plain and sweet. "Do we have to take a cab there?" She asked, gathering her things and getting her jacket from the coat check.
"Cause if we do, let me just get a little smoke break," Madison said, pulling her cigarettes out of her bag and tapping one into her open palm. "Want one?" She said. This gave Zane a great excuse to stare at her lips.
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Generally, Zane had to work pretty hard for what he wanted. Most girls weren't so obvious about the fact that they were just as interested in going home with him as he was in getting them there. It was a nice change, and he couldn't help but appreciate the girl's forward nature. Zane couldn't help but grin at her agreement to leave with him. He was sure they'd have a much better time in his hotel room than they could ever have in the club.
Zane followed her to the coat check and nodded in response to her question. Technically, they could probably walk to the hotel, but it would be a much longer walk than Zane was willing to take at the moment, lest it kill the mood. He was, however, willing to take the time to let her have a smoke break. She was a smart girl. Chances were, the whole point of her smoking was to keep his attention where she wanted it. "Sure," he replied to her offer, taking a cigarette for himself. Rather than placing it between his lips, he rolled it between his fingers for a few seconds, just watching the girl.
When she didn't light up right away, Zane took a step closer to her, placing his hand on her hip. Without really giving her a chance to respond, he leaned in quickly, pressing a kiss to her lips. His tongue gently probed her lips. Zane was determined to see how far he could take things here and how quickly he could convince her to finish her cigarette.
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Madison watched him take his cigarette and roll it between his fingers, and smirked when he closed the gap between their lips. She kissed him back, hard, letting her tongue flick into his mouth. He was a very good kisser. She pulled away lightly, but put a couple of fingers through a front belt loop. She was pretty excited to get this night underway.
"I'll smoke while we hail a cab," She said, slapping him lightly on the ass, before lighting up and walking over to the curb, the cigarette in her mouth, her hip out and her arm raised. Madison looked back at him and puffed out smoke between her lips, leaving them pursed a little longer than necessary. She liked smoking, it was sort of turn on for her.
"Madison," She told him. "My name's Madison."
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The girl's kiss was everything Zane had hoped it would be, and he was only too eager to take things further. The smirk returned to his lips when she agreed to smoke while they hailed a cab. Obviously she was just as excited for their night as he was. Zane watched as she slipped her lighter back into her pocket. Taking advantage of the opportunity for contact, he slipped his fingers into her pocket, deliberately taking longer than necessary to wrap the around the lighter.
He'd just lit his cigarette when she decided to tell him her name. Sooner or later, most girls did. Zane took a long drag on his cigarette, effectively suppressing a grin. Once he'd let the smoke out of his mouth, he offered her a nod. "Nice to meet you, Madison," he offered, tucking her lighter back into her pocket as a cab pulled to the curb. Ordinarily, he'd have taken his time to finish his smoke, but he had a feeling this was going to be the most mundane part of the night. So, after one final drag, he dropped the cigarette to the ground, crushed it under his foot, and opened the cab door for Madison.
It took the driver about six minutes to arrive at the hotel. Zane offered him a hefty tip before ushering Madison out of the car. Before they could even make it to the door, it was opened for them by a maitre d wearing a bright smile. Zane nodded at the man and led Madison to an elevator, punching the button for the top floor where he had one of the largest suites in the hotel, complete with a balcony.
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Madison flicked her own barely smoked cigarette away , after all, she could afford more, and stepped into the cab. The hotel they ended up at was lavish, huge and very impressive. Maybe he was a 'big deal', like he claimed, after all. She chuckled lightly as he whisked her into the elevator.
"I'd say by the look of this place, you're compensating for something," Madison teased, but she moved in close to him, letting her hand grope at the crotch of his pants. "But I'd be wrong." Her eyes glinted playfully, barely wanting to wait for the probably gorgeous room he was bringing her too.
The metal doors rang open and Madison stepped out into a very luxurious room. She nodded in approval. "Nice to meet guy of a similar pay grade." She mused, letting her fingers walk along the back of an orante arm chair.
"So where's the bedroom?"
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Zane was more than happy to let Madison's hand explore his nether regions, revealing just how much he didn't need to compensate for. A smirk tugged at his lips, but he didn't bother replying to her. She was clearly able to entertain herself, and he was perfectly glad to let her.
It wasn't until after they arrived at his suite that he realized he might have to change his usual tactics up a bit. Ordinarily, bringing a girl to a lavish hotel room was a pretty good way to impress her. It seemed, though, that Madison had money of her own, leaving him with the stunning realization that his wealth might make her comfortable, but it wouldn't woo her. He'd have to do that all on his own. But he'd been doing alright so far, and he only needed to come up with enough charm to keep her around for the night.
He couldn't help but chuckle at her question. Madison was very blunt about what she wanted, and generally, he might have been, too. But now that they were behind closed doors, he figured it couldn't hurt to play with her a little. Stepping up behind her, Zane brushed her hair aside and planted a trail of kisses along her neck, stopping as he reached her collarbone. "I didn't really take you for the traditional type," he mused, thinking that there were at least a dozen other surfaces in this suite that could serve the same purpose as the bed.
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Madison turned her head to give him better access to her neck as his lips moved across her skin. She liked feeling him behind her, his warm, tight body against hers, but there was definitely too much in the way. She dropped her purse onto the armchair and chuckled at his words. "Hardly. I just thought you were going to impress me with your thread count too." She said, spinning around to face him, but keeping herself close.
Madison ran her hands over his chest for a moment, before toying with the buttons of his shirt. "Wouldn't you have more fun teasing me if our clothes were off?" She said bluntly, arching an eyebrow at him. Madison then leaned forward and nibbled slightly on his earlobe before she kissed and sucked at the skin on his neck, her hands back through his belt loops.
"Or did you want to pick a location first?" Madison teased, stepping back from him to gesture at the room.
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