It was one of those atypical Hollywood parties, more nightclub than cocktail party. I was the friend of a friend, and somehow I got in.

I spotted them across the room. The red-checkered shirt was like a beacon. But he wasn't my quarry. I was hunting his friend, the one with the electric blue eyes and the slightly spiky brown hair.

I walked over to the bar at the same time that he did, my hips swinging with the pounding techno beat. I shouted my order, then turned around and placed my elbows on the bar, moving my body to the music. Not too much, just enough to attract attention.

I could feel his eyes on me, then a hand on my shoulder.

"I believe this is yours." I nodded a thank you and he took off, looking back once. I followed him around with my eyes.

After sipping my drink for a while I decided to get a new vantage point. I perched myself against a railing separating the dance floor from the tables. The boys moved into my view and began to dance. I brought my glass to my lips and watched him through half closed lids as he passed by. He looked at me and nodded slightly. Usually this is a dismissive gesture, but his eyes gave him away. I could see interest. His eyes sought out mine, even as his body dismissed me.

They danced both by themselves and with each other. I was asked to dance by a Hollywood-wannabe. I put down my drink and took his hand.

On the dance floor I positioned myself so I could see him. It wasn't long before his blue eyes caught mine. I shook my hips and placed my hands on my partner's shoulders. We danced that way for a while, showing off for each other. Finally he moved over and took my hand. Without a thought I went with him to bump and grind to the throbbing rhythm. He smelled of clean sweat and smoke. He kept his hips away from mine, but I noticed that his jeans were fitting a little tighter than when he came in. Neither of us spoke a word. His hands on my shoulders and mine on his waist were the only place that we touched. I could see the lust in his eyes, how he wanted to press his hips against mine.

I took his hand and led him into a dark corner. Smiling slightly I pushed him into the wall, my hands on his shoulders. He didn't struggle, he just smiled. I kissed his lips; he opened them to invite my probing tongue. He tasted of Tequila and cigarettes.

Breaking the kiss, I leaned back. A devilish grin spread across his lips. He grabbed my wrists and spun me around. I was pinned to the wall; he held above my wrists above my head and his knee was pressed between my thighs.

"I know that you have been hunting me all night," he breathed in my ear, "but sometimes wild animals hunt back. Don't struggle."

I nodded, biting my lip as he adjusted his grip to capture both of my wrists in one hand. He's not that large of a person. I could have easily broken his hold his small hands had on my wrists, but at this point, I just wanted to see when the hunted did when he captured the hunter.

His lips lightly kissed mine, then moved to my neck, teeth nipping at my collarbone. I moved my head to get better access to his mouth. He had other ideas.

"It seems that I caught you. That means that we play by my rules."

His free hand snaked down to pull up my skirt. His nearly fingernail-less fingers found the rapidly growing wet spot on my panties. He touched and teased until he found the spot that made a me groan deep in the back of my throat.

"Sh," he silenced me with a kiss, "If you are good, we'll finish this later." I could feel his growing excitement pressing against my thigh. I bit my lip.

His fingers moved in tight circles under my skirt. I sought his mouth again. "Don't be a bad girl." I could feel his breath on my ear. My hunt was over. He had captured his prize. My breath caught in my throat. So many times I have been the hunter. Being the hunted made my breath come harder. I moaned into his shoulder.

"Sh," he breathed in my ear. "Since you have been such a good girl let's finish this and get out of here." He circled his fingers faster. It sent shocks through my body.

I struggled not to give voice to the tension building in me. Fire burned through me, exploding in stars as He held on to me tight and I panted into his citrus smelling hair.

He released my arms and I smoothed my skirt with numb hands. With an arm around my waist he led me out of the party. No one noticed the wet spot on his jeans.