MAKE YOU MINE

It wasn’t just about what this lady was wearing. It was her. Something to do with the way she moved. Like she was one with the music and with the stage. The music pounded in a hypnotic rhythm that was unashamedly sexual, and she moved and danced in time to the beat, her movements graceful and seductive. So much confidence and balance. Balance that should have been nearly possible with the length of the heel shoes that she was putting on, but she made it look so natural… So easy, like she’d been born with high, slender spikes attached to her feet.

There was something captivating… Almost hypnotizing about this woman, and Dimitri found himself leaning closer to watch. To take in every sight of this beautiful goddess.

She was a vision of feminine perfection, every man’s fantasy and Dimitri felt sharp claws of lust drag through his loins. On the opposite side, Dimitri saw a man half rise to his feet, a look of naked longing in his eyes. He didn’t blame the man. What man wouldn’t be captivated by such beauty?

She moved gracefully, with smooth, well controlled movements, her hips moving to the beat. He could tell she felt at home on the stage, and subconsciously, Dimitri moved with her. Nodding his head slowly to the beat of the song , his eyes following her intently.

As if realizing she was being watched, she suddenly glanced in his direction, turning her head enough to cast her face in a bit of light spilling off the now dimly lit stage. Enough to highlight the creamy skin, the curve of her cheek, the fullness of her lips and the dark flash of her eyes.

Beautiful. Dimitri thought, and he silently thanked David for having their seats this close to the stage. He was now thoroughly enjoying himself.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

Dimitri’s hands clenched into fists at his sides. And although there was no way she was mirroring his reaction, he noticed her hands did the same.

She probably did it for a reason entirely different from his. He clenched out of pure lust. He hadn’t had sex in a while-not since breaking up with a woman he’d been dating briefly four months ago. And nobody had as much as given him a quickened pulse rate since then. Not the women at work. Not the women at the gym. Not the hot girl who’d moved upstairs from him, the one who’d already locked herself out three times just so she’d have an excuse to ask for his help to open her door.

This stranger? She’d given him a hard-on from ten feet away. This attraction didn’t make sense at first, but as he continued to watch her hips swing, the more asymmetric movements of her thighs, and intermediate levels of asymmetric movements of her arms, it made more and more sense. If his body could react as it did when she was several feet away from him, he wondered how he would react when he was close to her…. pressed against her…. Inside her. He felt his groin tighten at the thought.

Her eyes found his then, and she surprised him even further by not looking away. She didn’t look as though she could. Her eyes were even larger now, huge and luminous and filled with something he could really decipher. He held her gaze, refusing to look away either.

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Kelly watched the man. There was this look on his face, he had very intense eyes, and wide shoulders. From the stage, without even being close to him, she saw that he was very attractive. And he was watching her, looking her straight in the eye, hardly blinking and Kelly swallowed hard, careful not to lose her balance.

His intent expression, of innocence mixed with curious wonder,….. and something else, annoyed her, making her feel more exposed than she ever had while performing. That she could feel his face heat angered her. She was too old, and too cynical, to actually blush. Damn him.

She had two options now. She could either look away and concentrate on her performance, or continue to keep eye contact with his strange man and turn this into some kind of weird mating dance.

Kelly knew the right thing to do, but for some reason, she chose to do the later. She probably wouldn’t see the man ever again, so why not have a little more fun, she thought. Who would it hurt?

She made her decision. Purposefully holding his gaze, determined to make him look away, she kept up with her performance, but it was more of a sexual dance now. And Dimitri alone knew exactly what she was doing, because she never looked away from him, and it was written all over her face, in her eyes. She let her fingers graze her bare thigh seductively, eyeing him suggestively. She let the wrap around her fall slowly to the group, teasing him more, teasing her audience.

Still he watched her. She watched him sit up and lean even closer. He looked distressed. He looked shocked…. But he didn’t look away.

The song finally ended, and Kelly returned backstage, her cheeks were flushed, and she knew that her nipples had tightened and that there was a tiny pool between her legs. She couldn’t believe she had basically flirted with a stranger in the auditorium… While she was on stage… And that somehow, she had enjoyed it…. A little too much.

Elizabeth rushed to meet her, and she couldn’t stop talking about how much of a success the performance was and how she couldn’t thank Kelly enough for helping her out. Kelly went with Elizabeth to have her costume taken off, and soon she and the other girls were talking and taking shots.

But the man’s face remained imprinted on her mind.

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Having done something very crazy and totally unlike her, Kelly hurried out of the green room. She had changed into her regular clothes. A high waisted Jean trouser and a crop top. She had done her job, and had a little fun while at it, but now it was time to return to the real world. After saying goodbye to Lizzy, she headed for the exit, hoping never to see the man from the auditorium again…. That would be very embarrassing.

She almost made it. She was mere feet from the closest exit when she was stopped by a movable wall disguised as a shirt. Her heart leaped in her chest when she looked up, thudding in excitement, even as she mentally cursed the bad luck. The man from the audience had tracked her down.

“Hello,” the wall murmured. “I’m Dimitri Collins”