Shall we dance? (Open to one male)

[Makitsu_Trinity]

Arianna watched the young man walk into her club as he did every night, taking his place behind the bar. She slowly sauntered over, greeting regular patrons and newcomers alike. Her bobbed red hair was held in place by a sequined emerald green headband and she wore a mini dress of similar color that barely contained her D-cup breasts. Her silver heels clicked controllingly across the floor. She easily slid onto a stool at the bar and ordered her usual.

Surveying the crowd she sighed and tapped a manicured fingernail on the countertop. Catching the young man's eye as he handed her the glass, she smiled brightly and thanked him enthusiastically. At this hell hole she ran, he was the only one that interested her. Out of all the types that came through her door, he was the only one not interested in her.

 

[Makitsu_Trinity]

(Monday night boredom results in a bump)

 

[saedo]

Grant rolled his shoulders when at last he had a break in the flow of customers. Definitely a busy night, particularly for a weeknight. Still, he couldn't complain too much. The clientele was tipping fairly well, so he'd go home with a nice bit of change in his pocket.

He cast a glance at towards Arianna, his boss. She wasn't too bad as bosses went. Occasionally a bit hard to work under, but then what boss wasn't? Most of the time he got along with her just fine.

She was definitely the most attractive boss he'd ever had. After years of reporting to a parade of middle-aged guys with too much belly and too little hair, it'd been a pleasant surprise to find himself reporting to a smoking hot redhead.

That wasn't to say that having a beautiful boss wasn't without its challenges. Being the red-blooded male that he was, it was tempting to let his eyes linger on Arianna's luscious form. Particularly her breasts. Those plump orbs would be hard to miss even beneath a heavy coat, but Arianna was fond of low cut dresses that put much of her massive bosom on display. That impossibly deep cleavage was like a black hole for his eyes - impossible to escape.

Of course, Grant didn't expect he'd long last in his present position if he started ogling his boss. In his experience, women didn't much care to be gawked at, no matter how much their outfits claimed to contrary. Consequently, he limited himself to only the occasional glance and otherwise feigned indifference.

Tonight was no difference. Her swelling mounds seemed one deep breath from spilling out of her top and plopping down on the bar. He permitted himself a moment's look before turning away, promising himself not to look at her again for another hour unless absolutely necessary. Total indifference.

 

[Makitsu_Trinity]

"Grant," Ari called again. "Honey, would you be so kind as to fill me up?" She tried to make eye contact but couldn't help noticing that he seemed to avert his eyes from hers every time. It was really starting to bug her, but there wasn't much she could do, right?

Huffing, she downed her fifth of the night. The familiar buzz was whirring at the back of her skull. Smiling mischeviously, she headed back out onto the dance floor, careful not to lose his sight. Just as her heels made contact with the wooden floor, the beat picked up. Ari easily began swaying her hips, rocking them so they picked up a distracting rhythm. She lifted her arms in the air, twisting her wrists in a way that motioned anyone closer. A random group of girls caught on that she was dancing alone. She was quickly surrounded and took a turn getting a little dirty with each one, grinding and swaying against them. The group was soon giggling and as the song wore down, Ari thanked them, but even as they walked away, she proved she was only getting started.

Her ass seemed a little more pronounced as she rolled it enticingly, rotating her pelvis in time with the music.

She kept this up for at least twenty minutes, continuously glancing over to make sure she still held Grant's attention.

 

[saedo]

Grant found it difficult to focus on his job when Arianna took to dancing on the floor. It became particularly distracting when a pack of girls joined her. Try as he did to remain neutral, the sight of Arianna grinding her taut ass into the crotch of a slender brunette sent a rush of blood to his head.

Fortunately Arianna's activtities captured the attention of pretty much every man inside the bar. No one ordered a drink for several minutes while the coterie of pretty women giggled and grinded out on the floor. The possibility that a lesbian love scene might break out at any moment had every heterosexual man's libido enthralled.

Alas, the girls wandered away without a spontaneous makeout session erupting. Grant watched Arianna continue to dance alone, not entirely sure whether the immediate events counted for anything.

To be quite honest, he wasn't sure where Arianna's sexual inclinations lay. Her attire rarely verged anywhere near demure, so she certainly invited attention. She was also not shy about gentle physical contact - a hand on the arm, a gentle brush with her body as she stepped past, etc. But while the bumping and grinding with the women moments ago was a bit more overt than usual, Grant had seen Arianna show similarly casual affection towards men as well. At the very least, she was equal opportunity in her flirting. Did that mean she was bisexual?

At the same time, he'd never seen her leave the bar with anyone. Undoubtedly she got hit on by clientele; he'd seen folks pass her phone numbers. But if she ever acted on such invitations, it was only outside the bar. Given her discretion, she might be taking home a different guy - or gal - every night of the week.

Or perhaps her flirtation was pure theater. Arianna was certainly savvy about making her club successful; having most of your customers lusting after you was probably good for business. Could be that her sex kitten act was just that - an act.

He shrugged and watched her gyrate to the music some more. It seemed more than a little unbelievable that such a top-heavy torso could twist and spin like that while balanced on 5" heels without careening out of control. Grant was also equally impressed that a dress comprised of such limited fabric could also manage to contain both her butt and boobs without slipping off either.

 

[Makitsu_Trinity]

Breathless and laughing, Ari waited for the music to die out before collapsing at the bar and asking for a bottle of water. She turned and winked at Grant. "Think I got their attention?" she joked. She smiled flirtatiously at him and turned her attention back to the horde on the dance floor. She had felt his eyes on her and knew that her "act" was working. It was taking patience but he was worth it. They'd been working together since the beginning and no one knew her like he did.

She spent the remainder of the evening jumping between the dance floor and the bar, chatting with patrons. She collected more than a few phone numbers and pleanty of offers for a ride home, which she politely declined. The whole evening seemed to wind down nice and slow as usual. By four am, her burly bouncers were hauling the last couple stragglers out to cabs that Ari had hired to take the familiar faces home.

She sighed as the men came back from hauling the last bum out. She excused herself for a moment to her office as soon as she saw the cleaning was underway. Sighing, she unzipped the back of her dress and let it fall open before falling into the chair behind her desk. It'd been an unusually busy night but she'd arranged three21st birthday parties, two bachelor parties, and a tiny going away celebration. Busy, eventful, and productive. Just how a night should be. She sighed pulling out a pair of denim shorts and a ratty white t-shirt from her desk drawer. She kicked her heels under the desk and used a face wash pad to scrub away her makeup. She whipped her hair into a head kercheif and slipped into the shorts. She was just pulling the shirt over her head when she heard a knock at her door.