Rose had been feeling a bit paranoid since winning that high profile human rights case a few months back. She felt as if someone was watching her, maybe even stalking her. She knew that was the risk of taking on the murderous establishment, but she was not so sure that it was the political thugs who hunted her like a tiger hunts a doe.

Her worry caused her friends to joke that she was being quite a drama queen, but of course, Rose thought, they were just jealous of her fame and success. She and her friends were all in their 20s, but while she was making the news, they were still little more than filing clerks in their law firms. She knew though, that despite her sudden fame, her friends were always her friends, and they all agreed that there was nothing better than a hot Saturday night of dancing.

The noise and chaos normally relaxed and freed Rose, but tonight she felt jumpy and overly sensitive to the feeling of being followed. The club was a throbbing sea of sweating weaving bodies, and Rose felt as if there was a marksman’s laser spot pressing into her very soul! She folded her arms across her chest and hugged herself against a cold shiver that flowed down her spine.

A soft touch brushed across her hair causing her to gasp and turn. Mysteriously there was no one directly behind her. As she turned back her attention was drawn across the strobe-flashing crowd to a stunningly beautiful woman seated alone at a table. Their eyes locked and her stare held Rose’s for what seemed like a lifetime. The woman had long raven-black hair, moonlight pale skin, and sensuous red lips. Her sumptuous cleavage was displayed deliciously by a gorgeous black leather bustier. Her jeans looked painted on and her feet were framed in black patent stiletto sandals. She raised a fine arched eyebrow and looked meaningfully at the empty seat beside her – inviting Rose to join her.

Rose glanced towards the bar in hopes that her usually nosey friends might see this exchange and rescue her from this all too seductive woman, but oddly they were nowhere to be found! With a gulp Rose glanced back to the table to find that it was empty! Rose furrowed her brow and wondered if it had been a hallucination after all. Was the stress of work finally making her insane she wondered?

Rose drew a sharp breath as soft arms slipped around her waist and across her tummy from behind her!

“Pretty little Rosebud…” purred a woman’s soft voice “ … you are afraid to sit with me, so let’s dance instead.”

Rose felt a gentle whisper of a kiss along the nape of her neck and a firm but gentle pressure moving her onto the dance floor. The many bodies gyrating to the music forced her tightly against this woman’s electric body. Her intensely exotic perfume filled Rose’s senses as this woman vibrated and undulated against her trembling body. Rose had always enjoyed pushing the limits by dancing outrageously and erotically with other women, but now she felt confused and lost. This extremely sexual beauty was making slow smoldering love to her on a crowded dance floor! And Rose’s body responded! Her heat rose quickly, heart pounding, body sweating, thighs wet with sexual juices as she melted into the seduction. The crowd faded from Rose’s awareness and the only thing that existed was the scent and sensations of the mysterious temptress moving against her body. Rose felt firm fingers squeeze her silk covered ass as denim clad hips and pubis swayed rhythmically across her. Light, hard, back and forth…each shift in movement, each sway to the music, pushed Rose closer to orgasm! Rose could feel her thighs slipping silky wet against each other, she felt strong elegant hands move up her back and across her chest, lightly stroking, teasing, moving to the music. Rose groaned and leaned into the soft brushes against her taunt nipples, her cunt pumping a betrayal of her burning lust! She felt a soft kiss and a gentle lick on her throat as the hands moved to her hair and neck. The music grew faster, and more pressure pumped against her clit! (YES oh YES) faster and more rhythmic…(Oh God Yesss) then a soft kiss and the command, “Come Rose…come for me baby…” (Uhhhhhh GoddddYYEEEESSSS!!) Rose’s body shuttered with the intensity, a deep groan escaped her parted lips, she felt weak in the woman’s strong embrace. She groaned and shuttered with aftershock.

The mysterious dancer led Rose off of the dance floor and back to the bar.

“Mmmmm…you dance beautifully my pretty flower. I would love to see more of those moves tomorrow, I will pick you up in the morning at 5. Oh, and wear your jeans.” Purred Rose’s mysterious lover.

Rose looked into the speaker’s deep brown eyes and felt oddly familiar and safe. As reckless as it was, she nodded that she would be ready and waiting!

Suddenly the sights and sounds of the nightclub crashed into Rose’s senses! In confusion she spun around at the chaotic loudness and then looked back at her lover. To her shock her dance partner was gone. All that Rose could see was the wall of moving bodies of party happy patrons!

“Hey! Princess Rose, baby! Who was THAT fox?” joked her friend Mary.

“Oryan.” Replied Rose without a second thought. Had that actually been her name Rose wondered later? She did not recall having been told, but she felt certain that that was the seductress’s name. Rose could not explain it, but she had felt as if she had known this strange woman forever.

Rose was anxious to get home. The club chaos that she normally enjoyed now seemed too noisy, too crowded and too dangerous. Besides, she had a date at 5 in the bloody A.M. and it was midnight now! She urgently needed to get home!