I sighed, it had been a rough day, I just won a major case and decided to go to the local club, Cherry, to celebrate. I work at Sterling Law, one of the best attorney’s in New York City, and I am one of their top associates, which is unusual because I’m so young. I untied my dark blond, shoulder length hair and let it fall; I still had my sexy, little black dress on from work.
I stepped through the club entrance giving the bouncer a look, daring him to stop me. I have that cold, superior bitch thing going, and hate it or not, you have to agree I’m a knockout.
I went straight to the bar, having just finished the case with Mark, a sexy first year associate, I needed a drink. The sexual tension was unbearable, and I needed release. Thank god for Cherry, it was full of young men eagerly looking for one night stands. I sipped my drink eyeing the crowd, so far nothing to my taste, I decided to dance to kill time.
I moved across the floor, swinging my hips to the music, hands grabbed at my ass but I was too tired to care. The feeling of flesh against flesh, the musty stench of cologne, I was getting turned on, Jesus, I needed to get laid.
“I can smell your sex from across the room baby.”
My breath caught, I could feel him behind me, his breath on my exposed neck. I turned, “My sex? Really smooth, you use that pick up line often?”
To my surprise it was Mark. He stared at me idly and started running his finger across my neck.
“Get the fuck off me.” I stammered, don’t get me wrong I was turned on, but this guy was only a first year associate. I was a professional and had a reputation to uphold.
He just smiled, god was he hot with his curly black hair and stunningly stabbing eyes. “Cut the crap baby, I noticed you staring at me today; undressing me with your eyes, really inappropriate don’t you agree? The term sexual harassment comes to mind.” He was whispering in my ear, toying with me.