Daniella sat at the bar, fanning herself. She had been dancing for three hours straight, with more men than she could remember. The night had been exactly what she needed to release the anxiety caused by being back home.

She rejected one man who asked for a dance as politely as she could and ordered a Jack and Coke. She waited patiently as the bartender began mixing together her drink. The music was loud, and the thumping pounded off the walls like thunder.

The man behind the bar handed her the drink and smiled, winking at her as she paid him for his efforts. She took a drink and turned around in her seat, watching Max and Angela still dancing in the middle of a large group of followers. The older woman had been the center of attention from the moment they walked through the doors. Everyone wanted to dance with her until finally people just began dancing around her.

Daniella laughed when Angela waved to her, bouncing up and down between two rather good-looking men. Daniella knew her feet would pay the price of her evening’s encounters` come morning, but she didn’t care. She was having so much fun, she could hardly breathe.

“You need some food with that drink,” a deep voice said next to her.

Daniella turned and found herself staring into the warmest brown eyes she’d ever seen. The man was simply gorgeous. There was no other way to describe him. His dark hair was slightly longer than most men preferred in this area, and he wore just a hint of a beard on his perfect chin. His features could easily be described as chiseled, and his shoulders and upper body were firm and muscular beneath the tight black tee-shirt. Daniella tried to focus on what he had said, but she couldn’t bring herself to break his stare.

“Did you hear me?” he asked her in a voice that was neither a shout nor a whisper, but loud enough she could hear him perfectly clear.

“What?” she asked in a dazed sort of voice.

“I said, you need some food with that drink. That’s your third one, and I haven’t seen you eat a single bite. That much alcohol at once will make you sick, or extremely hungover. Neither will be a welcome surprise come morning.”

“I’m not hungry,” she answered. “I had a big dinner before we came here.”

“But you’ve been dancing nonstop for three hours. Whatever supper you may have had, was worked off long ago.”

The man leaned across the counter to speak to the bartender, giving Daniella enough time to explore his muscular frame unseen. He was firm and looked like he’d spent all his free time at the gym. He was not just handsome, but he had firm, hard buttocks and back, long legs, and large feet. Daniella flushed slightly as she thought about what Angela always told her. The size of a man’s feet determined the size of his dick.

Daniella felt comfortable exploring the man with her eyes until she glanced up and saw him watching her through the mirror behind the bar. Instantly she felt the color staining her face and neck and turned away.

“I’m Brian Hancock,” he told her as he straightened up. “And you are?”

“Daniella Jefferson,” she answered, her eyes scanning the dance floor until she saw her friends.

“You don’t have to be embarrassed, Daniella,” he said as he pressed up closer to her, so close she could smell the aroma of his shaving cologne and the slight hint of alcohol.

“I’m sorry?” she asked, trying to avoid his eyes.

“I’ve been checking you out since you arrived. You’re a very beautiful woman, and I appreciate you doing the same with me. I hate the idea that a woman wouldn’t find me as attractive as I found her.”

“I’m with friends,” she answered, though she wasn’t sure why.

Brian chuckled as he reached for the platter of nachos the bartender handed him. He placed them on her lap and waited for her to argue.

“Don’t disobey me,” he told her in a voice that warned her not to object. The look on his face was that of a man who never lost an argument.

“But I’m not hungry,” she insisted.

“Eat. I expect at least half of those gone in ten minutes, or I’ll have to take drastic measures.”

“Like what?” she asked with a curious expression.

“Do you really want to know?”

Daniella frowned. There was no way in hell she was going to tempt him, especially with that strange look on his face.

Relenting, she lifted a beef and cheese-filled chip to her lips and placed it against her tongue. Slowly she began chewing, amazed that she felt hungrier than she wanted to admit.

Daniella reached around for her drink, having set it down when he handed her the platter. Before she could place it to her lips, he wrapped his hand around it and took it away.

“Never drink from a glass that’s been sitting unattended,” he told her, waving for the bartender. “Anyone of these people could have slipped something into it, and you’ll find yourself waking up with more than a hangover to show for your night out.”

“You mean someone put drugs in my drink?” she asked as he leaned over the bar again, speaking to the man who had made her last drink.

“I’m not saying anyone did anything,” he assured her, noticing the way people turned their heads to look at her before moving further away. “I’m saying, it’s a strong possibility. And not a very cheerful prospect.”

“Thank you…I think,” she said with a frown.

“Where are you from Daniella?” he asked, changing the subject quickly.

“California,” she said in response, though she wasn’t sure why she said it.

“I don’t think so,” he answered with a look that said he didn’t believe her. “You may have lived there, but that’s not where you’re from.”

“I was born in Edgartown. My family lives there, but I’m from California. Los Angeles, in fact.”

“What brings you to this part of the state?”

“My friend wanted to go dancing, so we came here. Is that a crime?”

“Not at all. Eat some more,” he ordered as he took the drink from the bartender, watching her place another chip to her lips. “I’m just curious how a woman as beautiful as you, was able to escape the traditions of her parents. I thought Sundays were taboo and a woman never left home, except for church activities. Or don’t you believe in God?”

“Of course, I believe in God,” she snapped in response. “But I’m an adult, and I’ll make my own choices in life.”

“So, you left home without telling your parents where you were going. Or did you tell them you were spending the night with your friend?”

Daniella stopped eating, a chip dangling from her fingers in midair. How did he know what she had told her parents? How did he know anything about her?

“Have you been stalking me?” she asked with a frown as she set the chip back on the platter and returned it to the counter behind her.

“Not at all, I’m just a very good judge of character. You have guilt written all over your face. Why did you lie to them?”

“I don’t have to answer to you, and I don’t have anything to feel guilty about,” she snapped, sliding off the barstool. “I’m a big girl, and I make my own choices in life.”

Daniella quickly walked away from the man, moving through the tight crowd until she was standing beside Angela. She pushed away a man who tried to place his arm around her waist and turned to her friend.

“I’m tired,” she shouted next to her ear. “I want to leave.”

“Not yet,” Angela insisted. “A couple more dances, please? Why don’t you go rest and get some coffee? I promise, just a little longer.”

Daniella drew a deep sigh and nodded her head. She looked around and didn’t see the man standing by the bar anymore. In fact, she didn’t see him anywhere.

Certain she could find a few minutes of solitude, she moved to a table near the stairs leading up to a top-level and sat down. A moment later a young blonde appeared at her side, kneeling next to her. Daniella ordered a cup of black coffee and smiled when the girl nodded her head, smiling back.

Daniella watched her friends as they continued to dance. She was amazed at how long Max had been dancing. She didn’t look the least bit tired. It was incredible how she continued to go, and then the image of the pink battery-operated bunny on the television came to her mind.

The waitress returned a moment later, setting the cup on the table in front of her. Daniella handed her a ten-dollar bill and told her to keep the change, then turned her attention back to her friends.

Hot coffee was exactly what she needed, and she sipped it contentedly as she watched the people move around her. She had no idea how late it was, and she didn’t care. She was going to enjoy the night and sleep late tomorrow, despite her original goal of going out to look for a job.

“You never answered me,” a voice said behind her, and she turned to see Brian Hancock leaning against a support post to the upper level. “Why did you lie to your parents?”

“What is with you?” she snapped in response. “What I do, or say to my family, is none of your business, so back off.”

Daniella turned her attention back to the crowd on the dance floor, hoping to push his penetrating chocolate eyes out of her memory.

“A grown woman should never have to lie as an explanation for her decisions,” he told her as he pushed off the post and walked casually to the table. He pulled the chair across from her out and sat down, pulling his leg up. He crossed it over the opposite one, supporting his ankle with his knee.

“I don’t have to explain myself to anyone, especially an arrogant, self-indulgent creep like you.”

“Then why did you lie?”

“My parents are very old fashioned, and they wouldn’t understand why I didn’t want to spend my first weekend back, listening to how wonderful my heritage is,” she began with an irritated expression. “The fact that I wanted to spare them a little grief, isn’t a bad decision, and it doesn’t make me an evil person.”

“Then why lie? They are your parents, and you are an adult – or so you say. You should be able to make your choices, regardless of their opinions.”

“You are a very insufferable, obnoxious man, do you know that?” she asked, watching as he laughed.

“I have been accused of worse,” he answered.

“So why don’t you take their word for it, and mind your own business? And, I don’t recall asking you to sit down.”

“I don’t need an invitation to talk with a woman as lovely as you are. I just need the courage and the fortitude to start the conversation, even if you might not like the outcome.”

“You seem to think you have some kind of animal magnetism that makes you irresistible to the opposite sex.”

“I was open about admiring you,” he began with a wicked grin. “I didn’t have to check you out when your back was turned. Luckily, I was able to see you through the reflection of the mirror.”

“Chalk it up to too much alcohol,” she said, fighting the urge to blush. “Now that I’ve had some coffee, I can see you’re not much better than the rest of the men here. A little more egotistical, perhaps, but nothing extraordinary.”

“Do you make a habit out of lying, or are you just trying it on for size?”

“You conceited, self-centered, narcissistic…”

“Don’t say something I’ll have to make you regret,” he warned her with a look that challenged her to continue.

“Bastard,” she snapped, causing him to chuckle again.

“I wonder if your father ever spanked you,” he said with a strange, almost lustful expression. “Perhaps you need a man to teach you that disobedient actions can have dire consequences.”

Daniella clenched her jaw tightly as Brian chuckled again. He reached in his shirt pocket and removed a white business card. He stretched his arm forward and slid it into the opening of her dress, smiling as she gasped, her hand pressing against her chest.

“Call me when you decide to stop lying,” he told her, leaning closer to her until his lips were barely a breath away. “I have no room in my life for liars, and nothing would please me more than to see you again.”

He took her silence as encouragement and took her chin in his hand, pressing his lips against hers. It was a touch that traveled down her abdomen and into regions that had been asleep for many long years.

She could feel the electricity of his touch waking every nerve ending in her body, and she gasped. As her mouth opened, he snaked his tongue quickly forward, caressing hers with a firm stroke that made her moan.

Just as quickly as he had moved in, he moved out and stood up, turning through a plain wooden door at the back of the club.

Daniella sat in stunned silence for several moments, uncertain what had just happened.

Glancing around, she reached down the front of her dress and removed the small card that rested between her breasts. She looked at it with a frown, uncertain what she was expecting it to say. It was a basic white business card with gold block printing.

Brian Hancock

774-555-1854

Wadding the card in her hand, Daniella walked straight through the crowd to her friends. She was confused and angry, and she wanted to get as far away from this place, and that man, as she could.

“I’m leaving,” she told Angela sternly. “Give me the house keys. I’ll leave the door open for you.”

“You can’t leave alone,” Angela told her. “How are you going to get there?”

“I have two legs. I’ll walk.”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Angela said. “We’ll drive you. It’s late anyway, and I have to work tomorrow.”

Daniella didn’t wait for Max or Angela. She turned and walked back through the crowd, leaving the building through the narrow walkway that led to the outside. Once there, she drew in a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves.

It had been raining while they were inside. The ground was wet with standing puddles of muddy water scattered throughout the asphalt parking lot. The moisture made the air feel hot and sticky, but she barely noticed it. She was focused on leaving, promising herself never again to return to this place.

Brian watched from an upstairs window as the young brunette paced the parking lot. Her hands were clenched at her side as she grumbled to herself. He had seen Daniella storm out of the building, angry and determined. He instructed Jerry to make sure everything was locked up, then went to the upstairs storeroom he had converted into his own personal flat.

He stood in the shadows of the darkroom and watched as Daniella walked beside an older woman, and a young redhead. She waited until the door of the small white Camry was unlocked, then climbed into the back seat and closed the door.

The car pulled out of the parking lot and headed down the street to the stoplight, before driving out of sight. A part of him felt as if she had left his life forever, but he refused to consider it. Somehow, he felt certain he would see her again.

Brian turned and walked to the bed, unfastening this pants and pulling the tee-shirt off over his head. What was it about that woman that drew his attention? True, she was quite beautiful, and her figure was perfectly proportioned. Slender, long legs, tiny bottom, and a bust that promised not to disappoint. She had everything he was looking for in a woman. But there was something else, something other than her habit of lying.

He walked to his bed and sat down, removing his shoes before kicking his pants off. He had spent many years observing and reading the body language of people – women, to be specific. He could tell she was innocent, and that annoyed him more than excited him. He had sworn off virgins a long time ago. They were too dewy-eyed for his taste. They imagined themselves in love and quickly became demanding. It was like playing house, only they weren’t playing.

She may have acted the part of a mature woman, but he could practically smell her inexperience. Sure, she may have had some practice playing around. Perhaps she could give head, or maybe she had been the one to receive the tongue lashing, but he was certain nobody had ever taken her cherry.

Brian tossed the blankets aside and climbed underneath. The thick walls of his flat had been reinforced and only a slight thumping of music could be heard from below. The club would be closing in the next hour, and soon he’d be able to fall asleep without the interference of noise and confusion.

As he lay in the bed thinking, the image of the beautiful brunette floated back before him. He had no idea how that pampered little witch had wormed her way beneath his defenses so easily, but she was there, nevertheless.

He closed his eyes and tried to block her out, but visions of her continued to invade his privacy. He wanted to hold her in his arms and to taste the sweet-salty moisture of her body as he drove her through the passages of womanhood. As much as he dreaded having another virgin in his life, he felt overwhelming anger burn inside the pit of his stomach, as he thought of another man taking her innocence.

What he needed was a good lay. It had been months since he’d fucked a woman, and his body yearned for the tight grip of a young pussy. He took hold of his erection and began stroking up and down the length of it with his firm hand. It felt good to be stroked, even if he was the one to do it. In his mind, he imagined Daniella’s hands on him, and he moaned. He could feel her moist hot tongue against his body as she licked the length of him before taking him into her hot mouth.

The sweetness of her tongue was still against his, and he could feel her lips pressed against his. She had no idea how close she came to being taken down into the dungeon. He left her so abruptly, he wasn’t sure what he was doing and found himself in the secret room of pain and pleasure. The last movie filmed down there had been well over a month ago, and though he had made a small fortune off its release, he had the drive to make more.

Now, he had a new star in mind. But this one, he was going to teach himself. He would make her understand the importance of obeying, and he would reward her efforts with his hard dick, buried deep inside that tiny body.

Brian kicked the blankets away as his hand stroked harder, faster. Images of Daniella laying across his lap as he spanked her, drove him onward. He loved to hear a woman scream as she came, and he was determined to make her cum again, and again.

Since she was innocent, he would have to go slow. He would introduce her into his world of debauchery and perversion one step at a time. Soon, she’d be down there, her mouth filled with his hot sticky seed. He wanted to pound her from every angle and fill every hole until she was ready to burst.

His hand was sweaty against the hard, throbbing shaft, and in his mind, he could feel the heat of her as she wrapped her hole around him. He wanted to pound her so hard, that walking would be difficult for many days to follow. He wanted to fuck her in front of the mirror, so she could watch him drive his dick in and out of her at a frenzied pace. He hungered for the taste of her breasts in his mouth and longed to lick every drop of moisture from her sweet pussy.

The stroking became urgent as he felt the need boil inside his loins. Then it happened, the hot sticky fluid shot out and he growled savagely as it fell across his hand and onto his stomach. He kept it coming for several long moments until at last, he sank into his pillow, satiated for now.

As he stood and walked to the bathroom to get cleaned up, he promised himself, somehow, he would have Daniella Jefferson beneath him as he taught her to be a woman. He would not stop, until she was his loyal, faithful sex slave, and even then, he may keep her around. She had a body he would enjoy in-depth, and she would know what it felt like, to be fucked.