Turning twenty-one has opened a new world for Devin Sands.  Oh, he had fun in high school, partied a little in community college, but turning legal and drinking and clubbing is exhilarating.  He’s always been a weird guy because he just loves to dance.  Nightclubs have become his weekend haunts.  The music is loud and rhythmic, the crowd pulses with the beat, and the ladies are quite hot.

He’s met a few lovelies, but being dismally shy has meant lots of dance partners but few bed companions.  However, last week, Mimi arrived.  She eyed him, then approached and they started dancing.  She was really sexy and had a playbook of sensuous moves.  In short order, she was undulating all over him.  Devin was seriously aroused.  Minutes later, in one of the private alcoves she gave him the hand job of his young life.  She asked all kinds of questions as she brought him to the brink, then denied him numerous times.  Their encounter ended with his agonizing blue balls and her repeated demand that he refrain from release until their first date that coming weekend.  He promised her that he would.

The next day, Mimi texted him the info on a weekend party that she was attending, and he should meet her there for ‘a really good time’.  He eagerly agreed and three agonizing days passed by.

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He pulls into the underground garage and parks in a designated ‘party” space. Entering the lobby, he doesn’t see her, but a security guy asks him for his invitation.  He fumbles out the rendezvous story about Mimi and the guard smiles and says ‘catch the next elevator’ because you are on the ‘special list’ of guests. Flabbergasted, Devin does as he’s been told; and as the cab door opens he is astonished by the view of a lavish, contemporary penthouse.       

He wanders into the vast great room populated with dozens of classy-looking people.  Devin immediately feels nervous and totally out of place.  He momentarily thinks about turning and getting the next elevator down, but the desire for Mimi is intense and changes his mind.  Gazing around in wonder like an adolescent in a gaming arcade, he spots a bar and knows he needs a drink for courage.

After a sip of his vodka tonic, he seriously starts people-watching, trying to find his ‘date’.  Not seeing her, his anxiety rises.  Has he been stood up?  He texts Mimi and waits.  No reply.  Devin takes a gulp and tries to act like he belongs, like he’s at a club and ready to, ahh, mingle, but quite the contrary he’s suddenly petrified by a scene across the room.   

It is a considerably-beyond gorgeous blonde bombshell appearing from the semi-darkness.  She is very tall, towering over most of the other partiers.  He watches this knockout confidently circulate, seeming to know everyone.  Could this be her party, her place?  For minutes, Devin stares dumbstruck.  What a wet dream She is, as She struts to yet another group of guys to bedazzle.

Abruptly, She glances his way, and it’s like he’s been given a high-voltage electric shock.  He quivers uncontrollably.  His erection surges upward, as She gives him a sly smirk, then returns to talking with one lucky dude that She’s cut from the herd.  Running hands onto his chest, She leans in and gently kisses his mouth. Then She steps closer and a hand grips one of his ass cheeks pulling his mid-section against her shimmering bodacious bod. A deeper kiss ensues, while She arches her back and brazenly begins undulating against his groin. 

Her enticing up and down, in and out moves are setting the male, as well as Devin, on fire.  After a moment or two of this provocative display, She dips her head, mane of luxurious hair still swirling and gives Devin a long, devilishly seductive smile.  He is frozen in time, ogling her as She releases her prey suddenly, and pivots.  With one hand She fluffs platinum tresses and with the other She pushes him aside.  Starting to saunter directly toward Devin, She leaves the guy gawking and sporting a noticeable bulge.

Her stride is like a model traversing the catwalk, exaggerated, aloof and dramatically sexy.  She’s in all black, gloss metallic leggings on spectacular long, powerful legs; huge, firm tits in a sparkling, taut elastic top; and a tiny waist in a glistening corset.  A vision of feminine pride and sexual power.  Devin is overwhelmed.  Her intoxicating fragrance precedes her, and the presence of this stunning creature renders him weak and uncontrollably turned-on.

“Ummm, hell-oh, Dev-in, I am Layla.”  The towering blonde beauty puts a hand on his shoulder and smiles down on him lasciviously, eyes surveying his body slowly.  Unconsciously, he jambs his hands into jean pockets trying to disguise his wildly engorging erection.

“I’m, ah, pleased to meet, you, La, Lay.”

“Lay-la, like the song. Do you know it?”

“Yes.”

“Layla, you’ve got me on my knees.  Layla, begging darling, please, uhh?”

“Eric Clap, Clapton,” he manages to stammer.

“I just adore that imagery.  I think he wrote it about Me, just for Mz. Layla, with boys kneeling, craving, pleading.  What do you think, Devin?” She steps in front of him; Her prominent nipples are etched into the stretched fabric boldly showing their immense size and mouthwatering hardness.

“Wa, well, ahh,” his voice trails off as his eyes linger in Her deep, dark cleavage.

She grins mischievously, “Did you know, honey, that this is My little party?” Layla asks, laying palms onto his heaving chest. 

“No.”

“Layla is the hostess, and you, sweetheart, are one of My “special guests.”

He is totally confused, and totally enthralled, “I was just to, ahh, meet Mimi,” he whines.               

“Umm, Mimi is such a delicious babe, one of My favorite girls,” Layla purrs, licking Her lips, and continues,   “She told Me about you, and I just had to have you here tonight for Me to meet, explore, enjoy.”  The last three words are expressed in a low, guttural growl that sends shivers throughout Devin’s lust-crazed body.

“You probably now realize,” She hesitates, kneading his muscular abs with firm fingertips, “that this lush penthouse is mine?”

“Yah, it’s, ah, spectacular.”

“And, what do you think of its owner, Mz Layla?” She bats long lashes flirtatiously.

“Spec, spectacular, too.” Devin knows he’s being led like a compliant child, and he desperately hopes this is leading somewhere hot and intimate.

“Good answer, My little Devin,” She pats his cheek with one hand, as the other comes to rest on his belt buckle. “Now, umm, now that I’ve got you interested, maybe I might take you for a personal, guided tour?” A single, long, sharp fingernail tip runs down his nose.

He stares at Her impossibly beguiling face, now inches away from his, and whimpers, “Plea, please.”

“Uhh, so eager to see where I dine, and work out, relax, sleep, play.  I have lots of room to play, but that’s for later.  Of course, I mean the possible tour,” Her sweet, plush hair brushes against his face as She leans and whispers in his ear, “Later, when you’re ready to be alone with Mz. Layla and I can show you everything.”

“Yah,” he moans pathetically, his voice cracking like a scared adolescent.

Layla chuckles, obviously enjoying the state of yearning she’s created in just a few minutes in Her “special guest”. “Mimi told Me so much about her date with you, darling,” the temptress continues, “She said you were well-proportioned,” Her hips swivel slightly, just barely grazing his raging boner. “ And I agree, you are quite an attractive boy.”  Her arms slither over his shoulders and she steps dangerously close, “A real, cutie-pie,” She coos.

Layla tussles the heavy-breathing male’s up-swept tuff, “I like your hair, babe, similar blonde to My mane, isn’t it?”

“Yes,” Devin blurts, “but yours is, is,” he’s at a loss, feeling Her fingers snake through his styled locks.

“Longer, fuller, more luxurious,” She offers to finish his thought, shaking out Her silky, flowing tresses tantalizingly. “I have it down, tonight,” referring to Her stylish hairdo, ”but I’ll put it up when the need arises…later.”  The nudge his cock gets is certainly not accidental, and he tingles at the innuendo.

“I, I.” he blabbers tongue-tied.

“You’re a sweet piece of eye candy, young, innocent (appearing anyway), and simply delicious to look at.  I’d take you along with Me, as My pretty accessory when I’m clubbing.  Sounds like fun, humm?  Oh, I can tell the thought of that excites you.  It shows in your, ahh,… face.”  Her stare directly at his groin is bold and unmistakable.

“I, ahh, thanks.”  Devin’s mind is reeling, never having had a more titillating chat.  He stammers, “You gah, go clubbing?”

“Lots of nights. Lots of new boys and girls to dance with, play with, party till dawn.  Think you could last with Me?  Stay up till dawn for Me?”

“I’d try,” Devin offers sheepishly.

“Uhh, all the boys say that, but very few are built for it.  Mimi told Me you were well built, and from what I can see, Devin is solid and ripped,” the palms of Layla’s hands knead his abs possessively. “But, you must know, hun, that the only way to really appreciate male muscle is naked.  Don’t you agree?”

“Ya, I suppose,” he whimpers.

“Posing is something I really like.  Not bodybuilder competition stuff, but a little private-time show. Just a boy and a tiny thong (easily removeable, of course) and Mz. Layla. What do you think?”

“Well, I, I’ve never.”

“But would you,” the savage teaser inquires, “for Me, umm?”

“Yes,” Devin blurts.  Layla gives him a tantalizing smile as She locks his arm in hers and begins walking him away.  He staggers along beside the undulating blonde knockout without hesitation.

She pats his bicep and speaks in a low, sultry tone, “Uhh, willing and eager. I really like that. You’ll make a good boy for Mimi, or someone.” She stops in a side hallway and turns him to her.  Layla’s fingertips trail over his jeans along the sides of his throbbing shaft.  “Maybe, someone like Mz. Layla!”

He is speechless, trying in vain to cease his quivering.

“Maybe I’ll see.  The last thing Mimi told Me about you was something that got her really excited.  It’s something that turns Me on, as well.  Something I require with any boy I care to play with, and I do play with many, many boys.”  The breathtaking amazon is so close now that her hips settle against his waist as She continues purring,  “And, they all have it for Me.  Wanna guess?  Uhh, what Me and Mimi look for when a guy is in our sights.  Our target. Our prey.”

Devin is so incredibly captivated that he has lost all his resistance and decorum saying softly, ” Well, well hung.” 

“Why, of course,” She whispers, gently stroking his jeans  which are, by now, ultra tight and stained with precum, “A big, hard, long, plump cock, throbbing and oozing, and ready to be used, ready to be ridden.”

Her hands have slithered up his chest as She slides her cameltoe up and down his bulge with every brazen word.  Finally, She bends inward, tits hovering less than an inch from his open mouth, “Doesn’t Devin believe Mz. Layla deserves that?” She pouts mischievously.

“Yes.”

“And do you think you might have it for Me?” She asks firmly pushing him through a doorway into a small, dimly-lit room. 

“I da, don’t know?”  Devin is teetering on the brink of release, staring into Layla’s hypnotic eyes, feeling her languid touch on his raging erection.  He is so bedazzled and then taken completely off guard by the kiss which is sudden and fleeting.

“Stay in here darling, and calm down. Relax, while I tend to a few other guests and change into My party outfit for you,” Lyla gushes, pushing Devin backward and down into a plush leather chair.  “I’ll be back soon, baby-doll,” and with a wink and a suggestive sway of her perfect torso She adds, “to finish you off!”

The door closes, and Devin can’t help but whimper once more.