He'd only been there about fifteen minutes, by the time he finished his third shot and moved on to the Grey Goose. The music in the club was definitely jumping and everyone seemed to be hyped up and enjoying the atmosphere except for one person; Chris McKenzie. Despite the amount of girls that would casually saunter over there, giving them their best come hither look, a lick of the lips and sway of the hips, he still saw past them. The only thing on his mind were his troubles. The career, the wife at home, the kid on the way...it all seemed like the stress was beginning to mound pretty high up for Chris. It was like he had no other choice except to drink his troubles away, and he'd proceeded in doing that. Off in the distance, dancing to the beat of the music was a gorgeous red head. Her hair was teased and pulled back, half was up and the rest was left down with only a small black clip keeping it in place. It had a slight hump to it in the front. As she continued to sway her body to the beat of the music, she ran her tongue gently, over her upper lip. Once she got from one end to the other, she bit down on her bottom lip. There was a tall, muscular gentleman dancing behind her, a drink in one hand and his arm wrapped tightly around her slender waist. He pulled her in close, as they danced together, moving in casually to kiss at her neck, as if to get some sort of a reaction from her. She'd let him, only because she was too into the song not to. As her piercing blue eyes gazed across the room, they fell on something that looked quite familiar. In fact, she looked quite familar. It was Bridgette Pryor in this South Carolina club and she was starring at none other then her former flame....or well, sexual partner...Chris McKenzie. She shook her head, keeping those hypnotic blue eyes locked on him, her body still moving along the gentleman's. "This song" the DJ says "Goes out to all those hot little mama's tonight in them short skirts and high heels" he said, letting out one of those "mmmm" sounds. "Y'all know y'all look good, moms" he said, as he mixed a new beat on the turntable. Looking back at her dance partner at the time, she slowly unwrapped his arm from around her waist and pointed to the bar. "I need a drink, buhbye!" she said, walking away from him. No doubt his eyes fell on her ass, especially the part of it not covered by the dress she'd choosen to wear on this night.   It was an extremely skimpy, very short dress that hugged every curve she had, in all the right places. Black in color, it had an extremely low, plunging neckline that went all the way down to about the point where the rib cage connects. It should off a considerable amount of flesh, the dress did and had pretty thin straps that went over her shoulder, tying behind her neck...conviniently hidden by her long, thick red hair. There was only one silver clasp that stretched the length of her amped up chest, that kept the dress from showing more then it probably should. It had an elastic end to stretch out if need be, and connected in the center by only a magnetic clip. Even the slightest tug, and those puppies would come flying out...no pun intended. Positioned in the center of the plunge, just below the brest area still made it revealing enough to show a hefty amount of clevage...and that's exactly how Bridgette enjoyed her clothes. Reavealing, tight and sexy. The straps from the dress seemed to be the only thing covering her boobs, and it had some slight material that overlapped, giving it a "hung" look -- and no, for you dirty minded people, we don't mean that kind. Continuing downward, the dress was tight and hugged nicely along her body, moving with her as she moved, onto to come to an end just above the 'mid-thigh' area. It had an extremely high slit on the right side, which went from the end of the dress to around her hip area. Oh yes people, it was quite the revealing number. It barely had enough material on the bottom to cover her ass, yet, she only seemed more confident in it. It was a known fact for Bridgette, the tighter, shorter and more sexy and revealing the outfit, the more her ego tended to rise. For whatever reason, she enjoyed being the center of attention, just based on the outfit she decided to wear. To complete the outfit, she stratigically wore a pair of six inch, black stiletto heels that tapped along the wood that surrounded the club. Those types of shoes were generally known as "fuck me" heels and, well, the girl already looked like she was asking for it, why not add on the extra measure. The heels were plain black, and seemed to compliment the dress quite nicely, as she swayed her hips from left to right, moving closer and closer to the bar. She positioned herself behind Chris, leaning in quite closely to him, with a seductive grin on her face as she slowly licked her lips. "Wanna be my daddy tonight" she whispered in his ear, letting out a soft moan, which seemed to grab his attention quickly. And, just as quick as she had said it, he snapped his neck and turned around, looking at the bodacious red head he once had a "thing" with. He eyed her up and down and, really, could you blame him? The girl was a fucking knockout, and despite the wedding band, he couldn't help but look. Any man would...even the gays. He licked his lips slowly, as his eyes moved over every inch of her glorious body, especially her breasts which seemed to be more in his face in this dress, then ever before. Turning the stool to look at her, she moved in closer to him, her body pressing against his legs as the bartender came around to get her drink order. "Rum and Coke please...I need a little fix" she said, with a cocky smirk stretching across her face.   "Bridgette, fancy meeting you here" he said, which caused her to arch an eyebrow. What, was he British now? "See, the party was one thing...we were all invited. But now, Chris, I think you're stalking me" she said, in a low tone with a light laugh that followed. "Stalking you? Please" he said, shaking his head, laughing some. "Aww Chris, you seem so down in the dumps. Last time you were this close to me, you could barely keep your hands off me and now look, you're married" she said, snatching his hand and coyly rubbing the tip of her index finger over his wedding band. He looked at her hand, her French tipped finger nails that gently caressed over his more rough, rugged, manly, masculine hand. She had the softest, most gentliest touch he'd ever felt and suddenly, it was as if his troubles began to fade away. Snapping out of it some, he straightened his body up, attempting to regain his composure. "Last time I was this close to you, you were screaming at the top of your lungs" he said, shooting her a cocky grin as he took another drink of his Grey Goose. She smirked right back, taking her vodka and handing the waitress the money and a bonus for being so quick. Rolling her tongue over her upper lip again slowly, making sure he took notice, she followed it with a quick drink from her rum and coke, letting out a satisfying sigh. Her lips seemed to glisten, even in the dark night club, as the lip gloss she wore that night stayed perfect, as if she'd just put it on. "The last time I screamed like that, I was having the best sex ever" she said, arching her eyebrow in a seductive fashion. Chris gulped, taking another sip of hsi drink trying to hold back any sort of response to that. "Then again, you always did know just how to work it" she said, giving him a playful nudge. "So, why so glum, Chris? Married life not going well? Has your pregnant wife already begun witholding sex....is that way you came in search of me?" she said, with a cocky smirk on her face. "I wasn't searching for you, Bridge" he said, trying to delude any mix-up's that might've come across by his presence with her tongiht. "And, if you must know, there are problems that I'm dealing with, none of which I want to talk about" he said, quickly taking a final drink of his Grey Goose before slamming it on the table. "Three more shots of tequilla" he yelled to the bartender, looking back at Bridgette. She gently moved her hand up from his arm to his wrist, continuing up his arms to his forearms. Coming to the top of his shoulders, she gently began to press down on them, giving him a massage, pressing the front of her body tightly against the back of his "Oh, such tension Chris, you really are stressed. You know I've always had the best treatments for stress relief, Chris" she said, whispering it in his ear. How he could resist her was beyond any man. The girl knew exactly how to work things, so that she got what she wanted. And, judging by this lude display of seduction, she wanted him. "Yeah you did, Bridgette" he said, looking back at her. "You know that I'm always just one call away Chris...anytime you need to...relieve some stress" she said, as she moved her hands away from his shoulders. She walked around him slowly, leaning her back against the bar, arching her body in a fashion that he definitely took notice of. "Oh but wait, I forgot...you're married now" she said, with a very seductive, yet evil smirk. "I wouldn't want to break up another happy home" she continued, that same smirk on her face. He looked at her, licking his lips as his eyes wondered over her body. She laughed some, watching him quickly down his fourth shot of tequilla. She managed to do exactly what she set out to do, and that was to make him want her...and boy did he. Licking her lips again, she turned her body around, finishing her drink and leaning into the bar again, giving him a nice shot of her ass. And then that fourth shot soon became a fifth. She finished her drink and turned back to him, running the tip of her index finger gently across his chest. Looking up at him through those gorgeous blue eyes of hers, eyes he seemed to not be able to resist right now, she gave him another seductive smirk. "Thats too bad for you though, I've learned a few more tricks since the last time you had me" she said, shrugging her shoulders coyly. Gently kissing the tip of her finger, she pressed it against his lips before moving it down his body, as far as it could go, which was just around the area where the top of his pants where. "Remember Chris, anytime...I'm just a call away" she said, with a smirk as she turned away. Making sure to sway her hips, moving her body in a sexy fashion as she walked. She was sure he was starring at her ass as she walked away, disappearing into the crowd. He didn't have much of a reputation as a good guy, nor did he cheat but man oh man, he and Bridgette had a rather torrid past, one that seemed to bring back some of the most erotic memories that he had....memories that made him wonder, was her and her "tricks" worth cheating on Kia for? It's not like it was his first time thinking about it...oh no, that came at the company Christmas party a short week ago, when she wore something equally as sexy and revealing, and was equally as tantilizing. Boy was he in a pickle.

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