She belonged to other clubs too. One was a 40 plus club, but from the look on her photo, she was no way near that age. I fantasized that maybe she was a seductress who made a living seducing older men. She looked 32 and innocent. I idly wondered if it was an older picture and she would look much different in real life. Then I made up a story about her in my mind that she was femme fatale and used the clubs as a launching point.
She seemed perfect for my game. My name is Destiny and I like to acquire experiences like other people like to purchase and covet expensive items. I don't mind admitting that I am gorgeous because it serves me so well in getting what I want. Sometimes I wonder if I'm a femme fatale myself, but without all the gory stuff, or maybe I'm just a beautiful woman who has learned like all the rest, that beauty can take you a long distance towards achieving any goal a girl dared dream. Obsessed with pleasure, or not, I knew what I craved, and just as suddenly as I saw her, I knew I wanted her.
I spotted other photos that intrigued me too. Attractive photos, cute whimsical profiles, with cute attitudes were on display along the virtual social club wall. One well built sandy blonde haired man with a muscular lean build caught my eye. I click and smiled to discover he was attending the same event. This would be fun. I loved games and this would be a very enjoyable erotic one. When I set my mind to something, I go for it.
The day of our mutual activity arrived. I knew I had to sparkle and pop to get the attention of the people that mattered.
I gave some thought as to what I should wear. I wanted to convey a sense of vulnerability and innocence to actually hide my inner dominant self. Showing the reality of my intent right at the beginning might spoil my plans. I had gone the extra mile to visit a hairdresser to add shine to my blond hair. After straightening it, I just let the long strands fall loosely on my shoulders. I framed my face with a few hair strands on the front and left a few more on my forehead.
Innocence was achieved. And then I knew what I wanted. I wanted to be wrapped in a golden glow. I put on a gold and bronze flapper dress. I painted my nails and toenails gold. I smiled at myself for a moment and then made up my upper cleavage with a gold glitter gel. I looked like a golden sun disappearing into the night. I felt a dampness between my legs. Then I went for overkill. I took out a golden necklace and let it hang on my cleavage.
I stood in front of the full length mirror and thought, 'Who wouldn't want me?'
I took a piece of paper and put my goal for the evening on it, then put it in the multi coloured bottle that decorated my shelf. I made it specific; challenging. I knew if I played the game well, I would win, and I loved winning. My nipples ripened and got super hard thinking of the possibilities. I put on my gold high heels that increased my 5'6 height to almost 6'. I found many men had fetish for tall blonds, and I hoped my male target was one of them.
I loved an adventure, and I was ready.
My dress and the glitter on my ample cleavage sparkled in the sunlight as I walked towards the bar. Construction workers whistled as I walked by, making lude comments. The dress showed off my breasts with stark cleavage that wasn't trashy, but was sure to attract some uninhabited lustful stares as I walked in the bar. I caught my image in the mirror and adjusted my personality to charming.
As I walked in all eyes turned to stare. My shapely legs and sexy gold heels clicked on the floor as I smiled my way to the bar. Some people's eyes reverted reluctantly back to their glasses and conversations, other men and women continued to stare boldly, turned away and then returned their gaze to my sexy body. The women tried harder to disguise their interest, but my instinct told me who I could easily manipulate. The men were always such easy prey, but the women were a challenge. The blond beauty didn't even look up, she was so involved in the conversation she was having with her friends. I smiled. It just meant she wouldn't be easy. Sometimes my sexual goals were too easy, but not this time. This time I would have to work for it.
Looking around, I was pleased to see they were both there. She looked stunning in tight jeans and low cut t - shirt. I was surprised to see he was bigger than in his picture. His arm and leg muscles were bulging and he looked strong, self confident and cocky. I felt a warm wetness enter my pussy.
She was with a male and giving him a lot of attention. I would have to turn her to win. I felt the familiar tingle of desire and lust surge through me. She was a worthy prize.
It was a social gathering and the table numbers were clearly marked. Unlike a speed dating club, this one was about making friends. I picked up the number of my table at the reception desk and looked at it, then looked at her number. Of course they were different.
I excused myself, went the washroom and changed the numbers. Looking in the mirror, I couldn't help but smile a devious little smile.
"Hi! I'm Destiny," I said with a brilliant smile that accented my sparkling eyes to the five people standing around the table. Everyone introduced themselves.
"This is such a tastefully decorated bar," I said in a smooth sexy voice, looking at the blond beauty before me. She was so innocent, so beautiful; I just wanted to control her.
Adrianna looked at me shyly. She had always been shy. The guy beside her was so cute. She hoped he wouldn't be interested in the tall blond bombshell that just walked in. She was nice enough though Adrianna thought, beautiful too and she seemed so innocent.
"Yes, the staircase with the neon lights really highlights the place," she replied.
Adrianna looked at me and smiled. I noticed her nipples became hard. I looked at them with longing, wondering if she would notice the lingering touch of my gaze.
"Oohh and the wood decor is old world class," I said, seductively fingering the beautiful woodwork with my gold manicured fingers.
Her nipples stayed hard and the man she had been talking to, no longer the center of attention, disappeared into the woodwork, so to speak.
Adrianna was surprised at herself. She had never been attracted to women but this one, somehow, was turning her on. She was well aware of her rock hard nipples and the pulsing of her pussy as she looked at the beauty before her.
I unhooked my necklace and it fell to the floor. Then I bent over to pick it up and showed her my perfectly formed ass.
"Sweetie, can you put this on for me? It just keeps coming off."
She was touching me now, pulling my long hair up behind my head, fumbling with the clasp. I fumbled my step and pressed against her for a minute while maintaining my balance.
She caught me, and I circled my ass into her sex for a brief moment before apologizing for my clumsiness.
I saw her face turn red. I looked down at her beautiful breasts and saw they were still ripe and ready to be sucked. Ooh, how I longed to suck them, to feel them plump up in my mouth.
We continued our animated conversation until I had her completely mesmerized with me and under my spell.
"I'll be right back! I recognize the man over there," I said in my most invitingly seductive voice. I saw her face turn a nice shade of crimson again. It looked good on her.
I had her and then I left her, knowing I'd gotten into her head enough that she'd crave me as I worked on my next object of seduction. Again I erased the table number and made my introductions.
He was strong, handsome and outdoorsy. A man's man; totally into sports and drinking. I worked my way into the ongoing conversation until I finally was able to get his attention alone. I started working the conversation.
"What's you favorite position....pause....when rock climbing?"
Trevor looked at me slyly. He knew a seduction when he saw one. This would not be the first nymph to try and get him to fuck her. He was hit on often, usually after women found out he was a referee for the NHL.
Trevor looked at me intriguingly, sparked by my lack of knowledge of his ace in the hole. Whimsically he played along with my seduction.
"I feel the back of my dress is twisted, can you look at it for me?"
As I turned around I saw Adrianna looking at me with longing. I looked at her intently, opened my mouth and ran a finger along my bottom lip making it wet. Again I saw her nipples tighten. I suspected I would be her first woman lover.
Trevor was no slouch. He saw the attraction between the two of us and it made him hard. He put his hands on my smooth swirling cheeks to adjust my dress. I pressed into his hands, moaning.
"Come with me, Trevor, I have someone for you to meet."
Adrianna watched us approach.
She arched her back and absentmindedly ran her fingers over her nipples. The man at her table she had been talking to previously noticed and tried to get her attention, but her eyes were on me and the man I brought to introduce her to.
After a lively conversation we decided to go to our own table. The conversation was seductive, hot, engaging and wild. The shooters were plentiful; the laughter abundant.
I felt comfortable enough to put one hand on his thigh and the other on hers....
"Let's go, Trevor said gruffly, the outline of his hard on bulging in his pants. Adrianna looked unsure.
"It will be okay, sweetheart," I whispered in her ear.
"Come with me, gorgeous," I said grabbing her hand and running out the door.
Trevor paid the tab and joined us the on the sidewalk. The sexual tension was so hot it could be cut with a knife.
The hotel sign loomed large and inviting before us. Trevor took both of our hands in a strong hold and took us to the front desk.
"A room for three," he said boldly, confidently.
The hotel clerk smiled at his bold admission and silently handed them the key, wishing she was one of the participants.
"From now on, you're both my slaves, do you understand me?" Trevor commanded sternly.