Mysterious Silver Fox

Mysterious man.

Walking through this crowded club makes you on high alert. Makes you more aware of your surroundings. Keeps your hands firmly placed on your possessions as you walk past people. Making sure to keep a steady balance incase your bumped into. Watching the pervy older men study you as you strut across the hard wooden floor. They're watching your every curve. Every bit of flesh on show. Making you feel like you want to cover up every bit of skin possible. But you can't. You've got to keep your head up high. You got to remember one step after the other as your stiletto heels hit the floor.

But the one thing that makes you feel more nervous is when someone who's mysterious. Someone who's almost dangerous. Someone who out of all in the room surprises you and watches you like your a lioness in the middle of a field of gazelle. Watching you as if your the most beautiful creature amongst the crowd of sweaty bodies dancing. Watching you as if your a queen walking through a crowd of peasants. Making each and every single step you take even more nerve wrecking then the last.

Deep breath as the view of the bar finally appears. I come to halt, pulling down my dress that slowly raised up my legs to cup my ass cheeks. I run my fingers through my hair. Teasing the loose strands away from my face. Knowing that those intimidating pair of eyes are still fixed on me watching my every move. I take a deep shallow breath as I'm awaiting for the barman to walk along. I twiddle my toes in my stiletto heels as my feet begin to slide slightly within them.

Finally the barman arrives. "My apologies for the wait love. We're under staffed tonight." I smiled appreciating his nervous apology as he studies my face. Looking at my long thick black eye lashes. Slowly shifting his eyes to my plump Bordeaux coloured lips. Further adventuring my body with his eyes as he skims down my body to my plump slightly exposed breasts. Down to my thick toned thighs. I see the hunger in his eyes. Just another man to add to the list of staring tonight. Nothing new.

"That's quite alright. Could I get a double vodka and coke please?" He nods his head at me. "Ice?" I look at him and smile as he gestures to water down my drink with ice. "No thank you." He smirks at me slightly before walking down the bar to the liquors fixed to the wall. I take my phone out from my clutch purse that was fixed between my breast and under arm. Notification after notification from social media. People flaunting their pathetic little live's all over the internet for people to envy. I roll my eyes as I chuck my phone back in my bag and go to pull my card out as I see the barman returning to me.

"£6.80 please Darlin'." I nod my head as I go to tap his card machine with my card. Before a dark toned hand shifts past me tapping the card machine screen with a platinum credit card. A rich strong voice travels from behind me. "That'll be all thank you." The barman nods his head slightly before retreating back to the bottom of the bar to serve other customers. As if to say he admits defeat to the rich strong voice behind me. I take a sip of my drink savouring the bitter taste of the vodka on my tongue.