She saw him glancing at her from across the dancefloor.  He was gorgeous.  Slender, elegant, with his top hat, tails, and cane.  He had dark piercing eyes and that thin sexy moustache she loves.  Facial hair fetish...maybe.  With it trailing down his jaw line from his sideburns.  She thought she saw a trace of eyeliner but couldnt be sure with the darkness of the club.  He was leaning against the bar taking double shots of cheap vodka.

Fire ran down his throat with each shot.  The club was blasting Dead Can Dance from the speakers.  He frequented this club, everyone knew him.  People occasionally passed by touching his elbow and mumbling a polite hello.  Mostly women, making it a point to brush against him.  He knew most of them intimately, and if he didnt he would.  He had his eye on a beautiful young lady.  Long dark wavey hair, huge smile, innocent scared eyes, thin, and she could dance like mad.  She was wearing skin tight black jeans and a blue fishnet shirt under a black tank.  Beautiful.  He took another shot and waved the next away.  He stood, adjusting his hat and making his way across the dance floor.  She wasnt facing him, couldnt see him coming.  He moved behind her and placed a hand on her hip.

She jumped at a hand on her and spun around to face whoever it was.  It was him.  The gorgeous guy from the bar.  He smiled at her as The Smiths started to play.  He moved his hand to the small of her back and pulled her to him placing his cane behind her leg the shaft of it brushing against her bottom.  They started moving together, swaying to the music.  His eyes never left her face, smiling almost evily.  

"You shut your mouth
How can you say
I go about things the wrong way
I am human and I need to be loved
Just like everybody else does"

He couldnt take his eyes off her.  She was startled and even after they had started dancing she still looked frightened of him.  He pushed her hair back and placed his mouth on her forehead, taking deep breaths, smelling her shampoo.  He traced his fingers along her face and pulled her closer using his cane behind her.
  
She never felt like this with anyone.  He was commanding without ever having to say a word.  She placed her hands under his long coat and run her hands down his back over the chainmail tank he was wearing.  He was almost delecate.  So slender and soft.  Long womanly fingers caressing her neck and face, running through her hair.  She was almost arroused at his touch and was already thinking about how wonderful he might be in bed.  She stretched up and brushed her lips across his, smelling the warm vodka.
  
He shuddered at the softness of her lips on his.  So sweet.  He moved a hand under the back of her shirt and lightly run his fingernails up and down the small of her back.  She leaned her head back and closed her eyes.  Her neck, pale and exposed to him.  He leaned down and pulled at the skin with his teeth.  She gasped and looked up at him still with that scared innocent look.  "Take me somewhere" she said.  Thats all he needed.  He grabbed her wrist and started leading her through the crowd to the door.  They busted through the exit of the club into the cool night air.

"What the hell are you doing.  Stupid girl."  She was cursing herself.  She just met this guy and already shes asking him to take her away.  There was something about him though.  Something inviting, mysterious.  If only she knew what she was about to get herself into.  Its about to change everything she ever thought of herself. He led her to his 1936 Packard. Sexy, black. He opened the passenger side for her. Then went around to the drivers side and slid in.  He cranked the car up, it purred.  He shifted into reverse and backed out onto the highway and they were off.

  "So, whats your name?" She asked him.  He looked at her and smiled.  "You talk too much." He said in a soft airy voice and turned the radio on.  He had obviously paid alot of money to have this car fixed up.  Or he was very talented in other areas of life besides seducing women.  He slid a burned mix into the changer and turned the volume up.  Tainted Love, Mansons version.  The bass was vibrating her seat.  She soon figured out why he had such a good system.  She was quickly becoming aroused by the vibrations in the seat.  He lit up a cigarette and rolled his window down, glancing at her ever so often.

He knew what he was doing.  He wasnt stupid.  He drove out of town a ways to an overlook.  It was an awe inspiring place.  The whole cityscape of LA lit up under the smog ridden sky.  He stopped and put the car in park leaving the CD playing.  He looked over at her and ran his fingers through her hair.  He leaned over and kissed those sweet lips of hers, lightly nibbling her lower lip. 
 
She almost passed out when he touched her.  She was going crazy with want and desire for him.  She wanted him to drag her into the backseat and take her.  Forget this romantic stuff.  She moved her hand to the button of his pants and he grabbed her hand moving it away.  She pulled back and looked at him.  "Ladies first." He said smiling coyly.  He crawled into the backseat pulling her with him.  She leaned back and looked at him while he slowly pushed her shirt up and started kissing her stomach.  She trembled under him and pushed his coat off his shoulders and tossed his hat into the front seat.  He held her hands above her head by the wrists and pulled her shirts up over her head and tossed them in front.  He cupped a pale breast in his hand and softly nuzzled her nipple.  She moved beneath him and whimpered softly.  He moved down and unbuttoned her pants moving them down still holding her hands above her head.  He pushed his tongue between her legs and caressed her clit and softly ran his tongue up and down her slit.  She started rocking her hips slowly she wanted to pleasure him more than anything right now.  He was so talented.  

He loved the way she smelled and tasted.  He wondered what she would think about his secret.  He wondered if she would be dissapointed.  He continued working his tongue over her.  She was rubbing herself all over his face pleasuring herself as much as he was pleasuring her.  She was arching her back and writhing her hands together.  He hoped he wasnt hurting her wrists.

She was shaking under him.  So close.  She wanted him to let her go.  She knew he wouldnt untill he was done with her.  He started moving his tongue across her faster as he slipped a finger inside her.  She moaned softly feeling him curve his finger up and stroke her spot.  He worked faster moving his tongue and finger together.  She felt herself start to shake as she started coming.

He felt her shudder and contract around his finger.  He looked up at her.  She was biting her lip and had her eyes closed tight.  She bucked her hips hard and let out a small scream through her teeth.  He held her down untill he was done torturing her.  He let her wrists go and sat up sucking her juices off his finger.  She went after him pulling at his chainmail tank.  "No" He said pushing her away.  She looked at him like shed just be smacked.  "Theres something I havent told you about me" He said.  "Are you tiny or something?" She asked, obviously annoyed.  He laughed and wiped his mouth smearing the moustache.  She went totally silent.  Shocked.  "Your?" She said.  "Yes, a lady." He said.  

She felt tricked.  But god he....she was gorgeous.  She thought about what to do.  "Does this make me gay?" she thought to herself.  "I just let a woman pleasure me."

He sat and watched her.  Waiting for the worst.  Hed never let the other women at the club know.  What had he just done.  She was all over him before he knew it.  Pulling off his chainmail and unwrapping the bandage holding his breasts down.  She dove down to his pants dragging them off and consuming his vulva.  He knew this would be the beginning to an interesting relationship.