1. Charlie's Law


    Date: 10/2/2014, Categories: Seduction, Author: henrygatewood, Rating: 14, Source: LushStories

    “Stop gawping and get your arse into the kitchen!” he snapped quietly. “Thirty minutes and you’re back on.” I bristled but said nothing, and made for the staff areas. I felt the man’s gaze on the back of my neck, and made a point of walking quite slowly. Once through the double-swing doors the atmosphere changed dramatically. Soft lighting became harsh neon strips; plush wooden panels became bare, whitewashed brickwork; quiet, elegant charm became rough-and-ready chaos. I tried my best to stay out of the way, but soon had to make my way outside, to a tiny patch of the terrace which was allocated to the staff. I had, technically, quit smoking a few weeks earlier. Nonetheless I’d had a feeling this would be a stressful evening and there was an emergency pack in my jacket pocket. I ripped it open, lit up and inhaled, and sighed with relief as I breathed out a thin plume of smoke. I was alone on the terrace - even the wide, multi-level area available to the Club’s guests was deserted on this crisp February night. I finished my cigarette and dropped the butt into a bucket of sand. I stood out there a moment longer, admiring the view over the river and the stars above, and delaying my return to the kitchen. Just as I was about to head back in, I heard a door open. Clipped footsteps came out onto the terrace. Somehow I knew it would be her, and it was. I saw her in profile, and slightly above me, as she came out onto the terrace and walked to the thick iron balustrade at the edge ...
    of the top-most level, about half a metre above where I stood, maybe three metres away. Her figure was stunning - slender but not-too-thin waist, long legs, and a generous bust perfectly balanced by a shapely backside. She swung her hips in an easy, sensual way as she walked, her stiletto heels clacking on the stone tiles. Her long hair ran down over her shoulders in a shimmering cascade of deep red-gold. She reached the railing and leant forward onto her elbows, pushing her bum out towards me and seeming to wiggle it provocatively. I wondered if she knew I was there watching, if the motion was somehow for my benefit. I’m sure I was flattering myself. I also wondered how much longer I could get away with being out here, admiring a different kind of view now, before Mister Oily-Face came out to find me. I had only five minutes left of my break. The woman straightened and rummaged in a handbag. She still had her back - and deliciously pert rear - towards me, so I couldn’t see her face. I guessed that she had found a cigarette and placed it in her mouth, and was now searching fruitlessly for a lighter. I saw my chance. The staff area of the terrace was separated from the main part by a rope, which I quickly stepped over. I went up a short stairway, glancing around to make sure no one else was there, and approached her from behind. She turned with an unlit cigarette between her full, red lips. “Need a light?” I said, proffering a clipper. She regarded me for a moment, seeming to ...
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