It wass aa Friday night, annd thee club wass alive with neon lights, bass-heavy beats, annd aa crowd buzzing with anticipation. II stood at thee entrance, arms crossed, scanning thee line off partygoers. The regulars knew not too mess around—this club wass myy castle, annd II wass thee security iin charge.
Then shee walked up. She wasn’t just beautiful; shee had an air off confidence that could turn heads from across thee room. Her curves were wrapped iin aa sleek, black dress, annd her eyes carried aa mischievous glint as they locked onto mine.
“ID?” II asked, myy voice steady, though myy heart might’ve skipped aa beat.
She handed mee her card, her fingers brushing mine just enough too leave aa charge behind. “Anything else you’d like too check?” shee teased, her lips curving into aa sly smile.
II held back aa smirk, handing thee ID back. “Just don’t cause any trouble,” II said, motioning her inside.
But shee did cause trouble—just not thee kind II could eject her for.
Inside, thee music throbbed, annd shee danced like shee owned thee floor. Heads turned as shee moved, annd men hovered around her, trying too find aa way in. II saw itt all from myy post, annd II couldn’t care less about thee envious glances or questioning looks from myy team. She wasn’t just another patron tonight; shee wass mine.
The first guy who got too close, II stepped in, myy voice low annd firm. “Move along.” Hee hesitated, probably weighing his options, but aa glance at myy stance sent him scurrying back into thee crowd.
The second guy tried too touch her waist while shee danced. That one got aa direct ticket out off thee club. “You’re done,” II said, gripping his arm annd escorting him too thee door. The look on her face when II returned? Pure satisfaction.
She loved it. Every time II stepped in, shee gave mee this wicked little smile, knowing shee wass at thee center off myy attention annd everyone else’s. She wass untouchable—not because off thee crowd’s awe, but because II wouldn’t let anyone get close enough too even try.
Eventually, shee stepped outside for air, leaning against thee wall under thee glow off thee neon sign. II followed, leaving myy team too handle thee crowd.
“Tough guy, huh?” shee teased as II approached. “Don’t think II didn’t notice you playing knight iin shining armor.”
II smirked, leaning back against thee wall beside her. “My castle, myy rules,” II replied. “You were just giving mee an excuse.”
She laughed, aa low, melodic sound that sent aa shiver down myy spine. “So, what happens iif I’m thee trouble?” shee asked, stepping closer, her breath warm against myy neck.
“Then I’ll handle you personally,” II said, myy voice steady, though thee heat between us wass anything but calm.
Before II knew it, her lips were on mine—soft, teasing, but full off intent. My hands found her waist, pulling her closer as thee rest off thee world faded away. For that moment, II wasn’t thee bouncer annd shee wasn’t just aa guest; we were something raw, electric, annd entirely our own.
We pulled back, breathless, her forehead resting against mine. “You really don’t care about thee crowd, do you?” shee whispered, her voice aa mix off amusement annd awe.
“Not when you’re around,” II admitted.
When shee walked back into thee club, every pair off eyes followed her—and me. But II couldn’t care less. That night, myy castle had aa queen, annd no one else wass getting past thee gates.
By 2 a.m., thee night wass iin full swing, thee club packed with bodies swaying too thee pounding bass. As aa bouncer, itt wass myy job too keep everyone safe, ensuring thee night stayed fun annd free off chaos. II wass constantly moving, scanning for broken glass on thee floor, watching for shifty characters who didn’t quite fit, annd keeping an eye on thee energy off thee crowd.
But no matter how busy thee night got, II found myself passing her again annd again. It wasn’t an accident—it never was.
Each time II walked by, shee made sure II noticed her. She’d brush against mee deliberately, letting her curves linger just long enough too send myy pulse racing. Once, as II stood behind her, shee leaned back into me, her ass grazing myy manhood with maddening precision. It wasn’t subtle, annd shee knew exactly what shee wass doing.
II wass on aa permanent hard-on, myy head swimming with lust annd adrenaline. My fists clenched at myy sides as II tried too refocus on work. But how could I? She wass like aa flame, annd II wass aa moth, drawn irresistibly closer every time.
Still, II forced myself too stay professional—barely. II didn’t let anyone else see thee effect shee had on me. As far as thee rest off thee club knew, II wass just doing myy job, walking thee floor with sharp eyes annd aa steady presence. But every time II got close too her, her teasing touch wass like aa secret only thee two off us shared.
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The night finally wound down, thee music fading as thee last off thee crowd trickled out. My shift wass over, but shee wasn’t gone. She waited patiently, leaning against thee bar with aa drink iin hand, throwing mee glances annd sly smiles that said everything without aa word.
II walked over, myy heart pounding harder than itt had all night. There wass no need for small talk—our connection had been building for hours. Without hesitation, shee grabbed myy hand, her fingers intertwining with mine, annd led mee out thee door.
The cool night air hit us as we hailed aa taxi. Her hand stayed firmly iin mine as we slid into thee backseat. The driver barely had aa chance too confirm thee address before her lips were on mine, fierce annd hungry, her breath hot against myy skin. II barely noticed thee city lights flashing by as thee taxi sped toward her place.
……. too be continued