#Erotica Every Day: Stranger in a Dark Place
September 27
Stranger in a Dark Place© 2018 Giselle Renarde
We made eye contact across the bar. Classy joint. I’d worn my man-eater outfit: skin-tight red dress, scarlet heels that shone like glossy nail polish. Took more than an hour to get my hair and makeup just right.
If I didn’t get laid, I’d lose my mind.
People think I’m so strong and put-together—and I am, at the office—but there’s a big bad world outside work. I wanted to take full advantage.
Or, rather, I wanted the big bad world to take full advantage of me.
When I spotted him, I knew he’d do well. His suit was expensive. It fitted his square shoulders like a dream. He hadn’t shaved before coming out tonight—that much was obvious. His chiselled jaw looked good with all that stubble. I could practically feel it shredding my bare skin as he took me from behind.
He was chatting up a young blonde when our eyes met across the bar. No, no, sexy stranger. You don’t want her. You want me instead. And I want you. Can’t you tell?
Turning fully around on my bar stool, I gave him a good look at my fabulous figure. When his gaze fixed on my tight red dress, I uncrossed my legs and slowly crossed them again. Under the bar’s low light, I’m sure he couldn’t see that I wasn’t wearing any underwear. But I’m also sure he got the message loud and clear.
After downing the dregs of my Cosmopolitan, I set the glass gently on the bar and slid from my seat. By turning away from him, I ensured he’d get a good look at the swell of my ass.
I made my way toward the exit. Not the main exit, of course. The back door. Beyond the restrooms. Beyond the kitchen. Beyond the cash office where the bar manager was clearly fucking one of the girls on staff. The door was closed, but they weren’t being quiet about it.
The key in making an exit like this one is not to turn around. Not even for a second. Glancing back would communicate to the stranger that you’re not 100% confident that he’s following.
Confidence emanated from my pores like perfume. As I pushed through the emergency exit that was illegally propped an inch open by bartenders who come out for a cigarette or to fuck behind the dumpsters, I knew the stranger would follow.
My limo awaited, back door open, driver at the ready.
When the emergency exit opened behind me, I turned my head at last. The stranger looked even better in the moonlight than he had at the bar.
As I spread my legs, gripping the limo, I said to him, “The choice is yours: take me here and now, then go back inside to your little blonde bimbo… or step into my parlour and discover the riches only a powerful older woman can provide.”
His eyes grew wide as he looked at me, then looked at the car. Personally, I loved my own ability to drive a confident young man to a state of confusion.
But he made the choice they all make, and entered my waiting limo.
He wouldn’t last long.
Come back tomorrow for more free flash fiction!
I am so excited to be able to bring you a full month of erotica. Whether you're enjoying the text version here or the audio version at my Audio Erotica Patreon page, I just want you to know how much I appreciate the time you spend interacting with my words. There's only so much time in the day, and I'm honoured that you spend some of yours with me.
If you've missed a day or you just want to buy the entire collection of Erotica Every Day, please do! It's available as an ebook, paperback, or large print book.
Get the ebook at...
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/890972?ref=GiselleRenardeErotica
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07GR4R6JW?tag=dondes-20
Google Play: https://play.google.com/store/books/details?id=p39qDwAAQBAJ
Get the standard paperback from https://www.amazon.com/dp/1725995883/
Get the Large Print edition from https://www.amazon.com/dp/1726050483/
Get the audiobook from https://www.audible.com/pd/B07GVS6CLV/?source_code=AUDFPWS0223189MWT-BK-ACX0-126320&ref=acx_bty_BK_ACX0_126320_rh_us
See you tomorrow!
Giselle Giselle Renarde
Canada just got hotter!
Stranger in a Dark Place© 2018 Giselle RenardeWe made eye contact across the bar. Classy joint. I’d worn my man-eater outfit: skin-tight red dress, scarlet heels that shone like glossy nail polish. Took more than an hour to get my hair and makeup just right.
If I didn’t get laid, I’d lose my mind.
People think I’m so strong and put-together—and I am, at the office—but there’s a big bad world outside work. I wanted to take full advantage.
Or, rather, I wanted the big bad world to take full advantage of me.
When I spotted him, I knew he’d do well. His suit was expensive. It fitted his square shoulders like a dream. He hadn’t shaved before coming out tonight—that much was obvious. His chiselled jaw looked good with all that stubble. I could practically feel it shredding my bare skin as he took me from behind.
He was chatting up a young blonde when our eyes met across the bar. No, no, sexy stranger. You don’t want her. You want me instead. And I want you. Can’t you tell?
Turning fully around on my bar stool, I gave him a good look at my fabulous figure. When his gaze fixed on my tight red dress, I uncrossed my legs and slowly crossed them again. Under the bar’s low light, I’m sure he couldn’t see that I wasn’t wearing any underwear. But I’m also sure he got the message loud and clear.
After downing the dregs of my Cosmopolitan, I set the glass gently on the bar and slid from my seat. By turning away from him, I ensured he’d get a good look at the swell of my ass.
I made my way toward the exit. Not the main exit, of course. The back door. Beyond the restrooms. Beyond the kitchen. Beyond the cash office where the bar manager was clearly fucking one of the girls on staff. The door was closed, but they weren’t being quiet about it.
The key in making an exit like this one is not to turn around. Not even for a second. Glancing back would communicate to the stranger that you’re not 100% confident that he’s following.
Confidence emanated from my pores like perfume. As I pushed through the emergency exit that was illegally propped an inch open by bartenders who come out for a cigarette or to fuck behind the dumpsters, I knew the stranger would follow.
My limo awaited, back door open, driver at the ready.
When the emergency exit opened behind me, I turned my head at last. The stranger looked even better in the moonlight than he had at the bar.
As I spread my legs, gripping the limo, I said to him, “The choice is yours: take me here and now, then go back inside to your little blonde bimbo… or step into my parlour and discover the riches only a powerful older woman can provide.”
His eyes grew wide as he looked at me, then looked at the car. Personally, I loved my own ability to drive a confident young man to a state of confusion.
But he made the choice they all make, and entered my waiting limo.
He wouldn’t last long.
Come back tomorrow for more free flash fiction!I am so excited to be able to bring you a full month of erotica. Whether you're enjoying the text version here or the audio version at my Audio Erotica Patreon page, I just want you to know how much I appreciate the time you spend interacting with my words. There's only so much time in the day, and I'm honoured that you spend some of yours with me.
If you've missed a day or you just want to buy the entire collection of Erotica Every Day, please do! It's available as an ebook, paperback, or large print book.Get the ebook at...
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/890972?ref=GiselleRenardeErotica
Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07GR4R6JW?tag=dondes-20
Google Play: https://play.google.com/store/books/details?id=p39qDwAAQBAJ
Get the standard paperback from https://www.amazon.com/dp/1725995883/
Get the Large Print edition from https://www.amazon.com/dp/1726050483/
Get the audiobook from https://www.audible.com/pd/B07GVS6CLV/?source_code=AUDFPWS0223189MWT-BK-ACX0-126320&ref=acx_bty_BK_ACX0_126320_rh_us
See you tomorrow!
Giselle Giselle Renarde
Canada just got hotter!
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