Tabu Presents... Favors
Copyright 2001
The low rumble of the thunder shook the cab as it descended down the street. The cool glass of the window pressed against Gabrielle's cheek as she rested her head against it, watching the rain come down in sheets, menacing and unforgiving. She knew she should be home right now, sitting in her favorite chair, reading or listening to music. But she had promised she would check out this club for a friend of hers. She'd been before, when it had opened.
The owner was a member of one her favorite music groups, only they were on tour at the moment so there was no possible way any of them would be at the club. Michelle had begged and pleaded and finally Gabrielle had given in.
Something had happened at the club one of the nights that Michelle went and she promised to tell Gabrielle if she would go for a night. Wearily she lifted her head once she realized that the cab had slowed to a stop. Quickly stuffing a twenty through the plastic glass of the dividing window, Gabrielle opened the car door, planting both feet solidly on the concrete sidewalk. Once she had gotten out, the cab pulled away, leaving her amongst the hundreds lined up outside the club doors. Groaning she stomped her foot in frustration. This wasn't where she wanted to be, now more than ever.
"Fuckin' teenies," she cursed under her breath, glaring at all the underaged girls standing in line, taking their chances with the bouncer. She was going to have to wait in line forever, just to get into a place she'd already been. Slowly she shuffled over to the growing line and stood, rolling her eyes in frustration.
***
Gabrielle continued to check her watch. She sighed, wondering what had Michelle so captivated in the first place. This was ridiculous. Sloshing the remnants of her Long Island Iced Tea around in her glass she placed the rim against her lips and knocked it back quickly. It had been a waste of time and now she was going to go home, take a long hot bath, and then calling Michelle to wake her from her peaceful sleep to bitch at her.
"You look pretty unimpressed," a voice drawled.
Forcefully she sat her glass down on the bar, not in the mood to be hit on or propositioned. She turned her head to make a cold remark when her stomach dropped. She fought to maintain her composure and not let on that she knew who he was.
"Is this your first time here?" he asked.
"Um, no. I came for the Grand Opening awhile back," she smiled. Offering her hand she beamed brightly, "I'm Gabrielle."
Taking her hand, he shook it gently. "I'm Lance. I'm not bothering you, am I?" he asked, his bright blue eyes twinkling.
Again her stomach did a flip. God, he had soft hands. "No, not at all. I think company would add a nice touch to my night." "Well, I've got a booth in the far corner. It's quieter. Would you like to join me?"
Standing and grabbing her coat she smiled widely, "Of course."
"What were you drinking?"
"Long Island," Gabrielle said, looking quickly at her empty glass.
Lance whispered something to his bodyguard who'd been standing behind him the entire time, before looking back to Gabrielle, offering her his arm.
***
They sat in the back for what seemed like hours. They talked politics, religion, music...but not once did the subject of his occupation come up. She could sense that he was avoiding it.
"So, what do you do?" Lance asked, casually letting his fingertips skim over her knuckles.
"I'm a legal secretary."
"Sounds interesting," he smiled genuinely.
Gabrielle rolled her eyes and laughed coyly. "God, it's the most boring job on the face of this earth."
Lance pulled the paper umbrella from her mixed drink. "I dunno about that. I mean, imagine the person who has to make these for a living."
Gabrielle giggled, unconsciously scooting closer to him. 'Oh God, did I just giggle?', she thought to herself. Lance leaned in closer to her, his lips brushing her ear.
"Can I buy you another drink?"
Gabrielle giggled again, then gasped when he forwardly pushed his hand up her skirt, gently rubbing her thigh. "If I didn't know any better, I'd have to say you were trying to get me drunk," she breathed into his ear, inhaling the faint scent of his cologne.
"Would that offend you?"
"Probably, if I wasn't already plastered."
His hands grabbed her waist, pulling her around to straddle his lap. A surge of confidence blew through her and she leaned down, kissing him forcefully. Their tongues dueled and he pulled away slowly, sucking on her bottom lip. His hands slid up her skirt again as his fingers searched for the band of her underwear. Arching an eyebrow at her he spoke softly.
"You aren't wearing any underwear."
"Shhh, don't tell," she snickered.
Attacking her lips again, his own hands quickly undid his belt and then the button on his slacks. She was so enthralled with kissing him that she didn't even notice when he lifted his hips slightly to slide his pants down. Gabrielle let out a soft moan when his hands lightly pinched her hardening nipples through the thin fabric of her top.
"Can you be really quiet?" Lance asked, his eyes piercing through hers.
Gabrielle's chest heaved, the breaths she was blowing out lightly fanning her wild hair. "Why?"
"Because if they hear you scream, you'll get us kicked out." His hands grasped her waist and forced her to roll her hips against his, the motion causing his hard erection to enter her suddenly. A deep moan echoed from her throat and Lance smiled evilly up at her.
"Shhh, remember?"
Biting her bottom lip, Gabrielle nodded her head quickly, a knot forming in her stomach. God, he felt so good. Lance's hands pushed and pulled her waist gently, rocking her hips against his, lulling him in and out of her slowly. Laying her head in the crook of his neck she inhaled and exhaled deeply, trying to will herself quiet. The club was still very much alive and jumping. The band on the front stage had finished and were beginning to pack up, but the DJ had started to spin some dance music and the crowds dispersed into other sections of the club.
Lance and Gabrielle had been sitting in the VIP section, but their table was open enough that it had a great view of most of the club. Whimpering softly in his ear, Gabrielle's fingers dug into his at her sides.
"So fucking tight...," he groaned against her shoulder.
The close quarters and friction of their grinding caused a slow rubbing of her clit. Soon small explosions were being set off inside Gabrielle and she could feel her muscles start to pulse. Lance sensed that she was close when her body began to tense. At the moment her center exploded, he captured her lips in his, massaging her tongue with a gentle forcefulness. Grabbing his biceps and digging her nails in deeply, she shuddered around him, crying out softly into his mouth.
Thrusting deeply into her a few more times, Lance came, spilling his warm seed inside her. He wrapped his arms around her body as she leaned against him, his eyes searching over her shoulder for anyone who might have seen their excursion. Everyone seemed oblivious.
Shutting his eyes tightly, he hugged her warm body against his. God, he hadn't had sex like that for....well, it had been a long, long time.
"Michelle was right...," Gabrielle breathed softly into his ear, not realizing she was talking aloud.
"Michelle? Who's Michelle?" Lance asked.
She laughed to herself. "Just a friend."
Urging her away from him, he gazed up into her eyes. "Do you really not know who I am?" he asked seriously.
Gabrielle sighed heavily. "I'd be lying if I said no." She thought for a moment longer. "Do you really think I'd have screwed you if I had no clue who you were?"
"Would you like an honest answer?" he teased.
Gabrielle playfully slapped his arm. "So, what now?" she asked, her smile fading.
"I dunno. Wanna walk me back to my hotel room?"
She beamed. "Of course."
Another satisfied customer.
