Spankys Playhouse had been open for at least a year, and Erika had frequently fantasized about what sort of dark, wild things might go on in there. As a relatively junior deputy in the Clay County Sheriff’s Department, she had thought it best to avoid any possible complications. Tonight, she could care less.
Earlier that day she had surrendered her badge and gun, pending an investigation that would likely keep her on Administrative Leave for some time. It also meant the end of her office affair. What surprised Erika was that - free of her work and personal commitments - she felt so much more alive. The vibrancy of the music created a wash of sweet adrenaline.
Erika did not come to Spankys for the dub step music or the retro lights. She wanted to forget her real life and frankly, just get laid. If there was any place in the state of Tennessee where she might meet her match, it would be a place like Spankys. Her anticipation of a chance to explore some kinky fantasies left Erika in a dream-like state while she danced.
Erika looked hot, she knew it. That she looked like a co-ed had been an asset in her undercover work, but it had also crimped her style when it came to love. At 29, Erika could easily be mistaken for one of the sorority girls from nearby Lindsay Wilson College.
She could feel his eyes relishing her from across the room, as the resolute young man tracked her every movement. He stood like a statue, but this Adonis could not be more than 25 years old. Erika pretended not to notice his obvious stare, but she was never much of an actress.
Erika felt a quiver come over her, one that originated deep within, as she imagined what his brawny arms would feel like as they were holding her a little too tightly. Yes, he would do for tonight.
“Why were you looking at me?” Erika feigned pique, as her young prey approached the bar only inches from where she sat with an open stance.
“You know the answer!” he smiled at her as he ordered a fireball from the bartender. He didn’t offer to buy her one as most guys typically did for her, ever since she had reached a precocious puberty.
The man’s voice was forceful, but Erika did not reply. Instead, she held his gaze for more than could remotely be considered acceptable. Neither broke their gaze until the Fireball arrived. She was faster than him and grabbed his drink.
“I did not offer you a drink,” he noted with a calm, but firm, almost gripping voice, laced with a hint of playfulness.
Erika nevertheless downed the Fireball. She was more than a little confused by how her body was reacting to his rather heavy-handed style. Deputy Erika Franks was accustomed to being in charge, especially in matters of the bedroom, and she found his blatant dominance unsettling, but certainly also captivating.
“I don’t need anyone’s permission.” Her retort sounded less defiant than she had intended. Maybe, she thought, what she needed - at least for the moment - was to not be in charge.
“You will need it tonight more than I will.”
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(To be Continued) This is my entry into an erotica short story contest for week 1 of #tdre-contest run by @tdre. This Original story of mine is licensed under CC by SA 4.0. (creative commons) . Illustrations are property of @tdre and used with his permission.