<div class="floatleft">(https://steemitimages.com/0x0/https://steemitimages.com/DQmdVNdJJFnhH2upNNshDaJtXQALp2Wm43rXwGeENecHUKi/wallhdpic%20(2).jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><strong>Name:</strong> Kitty Conrad<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Dance floor<br/><strong>Time:</strong> Late. This girl ain’t on time for anything <br/><strong>Wearing:</strong> Little, flirty red dress (https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Fsindhing.info%2Fwp-content%2Fuploads%2F2017%2F12%2Fbeautiful-outfits-for-girls-kimberly-little-red-dress-tumblr-garner-wears-beautiful-outfits-for-girls-nw-sectionsewn-photography-by-www-nw-little.jpg&amp;imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fsindhing.info%2Flittle-red-dress-tumblr%2F8127%2Fbeautiful-outfits-for-girls-kimberly-little-red-dress-tumblr-garner-wears-beautiful-outfits-for-girls-nw-sectionsewn-photography-by-www-nw-little&amp;docid=q96kA6ZHiAogkM&amp;tbnid=Q7ulDeWzSTtLPM%3A&amp;vet=12ahUKEwiB99H00aLcAhUSi6wKHfR-AMU4ZBAzKB4wHnoECAEQIQ..i&amp;w=1900&amp;h=3459&amp;itg=1&amp;bih=589&amp;biw=1366&amp;q=little%20red%20dress%20tumblr&amp;ved=2ahUKEwiB99H00aLcAhUSi6wKHfR-AMU4ZBAzKB4wHnoECAEQIQ&amp;iact=mrc&amp;uact=8#h=3459&amp;imgdii=Ll9qvTV1q_PbZM:&amp;spf=1531710482434&amp;vet=12ahUKEwiB99H00aLcAhUSi6wKHfR-AMU4ZBAzKB4wHnoECAEQIQ..i&amp;w=1900) + Mask (https://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=https%3A%2F%2Fi.pinimg.com%2Foriginals%2F58%2F07%2F64%2F5807641df91bd597083fb6b7e21ac8bd.jpg&amp;imgrefurl=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.pinterest.com%2Fpin%2F20547742026934503%2F&amp;docid=t1dFcxCvBl3l1M&amp;tbnid=hXXi38ovlBw4mM%3A&amp;vet=10ahUKEwidmZf8yaLcAhVKWq0KHeJQCr4QMwjMAigOMA4..i&amp;w=544&amp;h=760&amp;bih=589&amp;biw=1366&amp;q=jeweled%20mask&amp;ved=0ahUKEwidmZf8yaLcAhVKWq0KHeJQCr4QMwjMAigOMA4&amp;iact=mrc&amp;uact=8)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Daniel Wellbrooke. Closed.<br/><strong>Notes:</strong> </span><hr/><br/><br/>His lips caressed her ear. His words breathed like fire as the man pulled her further into him. Kitty let herself be led, molded against him. It was not dancing that they did, but something more and deeper primitive. Her exhale was soft and warm, so much like the kitten she had been named for. She strained to hear his words over the thrum of music and the beat of blood through her veins.<br/><br/>At her thigh, his hand roamed, downward. Fingers pressed against the silken, red fabric. So skillfully he pulled upwards, so teasingly and suggestive in such a public space. The repercussions were many; Kitty should have worried. Gregory, her assistant and handler, would have had a fit if he had known. But propriety didn’t matter to the young actress. Not now, not as the pressure of his fingers increased, delightful and heavy. So strong was the weight of his hand that it urged her to entreat for more. But the dress fell, the teasing delayed. Unable to hide her excitement and the disappointment as his touch left, a soft sound of protest escaped her throat. But the man was not finished, he simply changed tactics and Kitty felt his hand upon her waist, solid and steady.<br/><br/><em>Sexy</em>… he called her, and he would not leave for work. As his lips slid along her cheek, Kitty’s eyes closed to better feel the feather light touches descend across her jaw. Others would see, but she did not care. Let them stare! Some wouldn’t know who she was, yet others, would know and whisper. Kitty knew no one would talk in public about the activities at Mia’s parties; none would risk banishment from future invitations. Even upon the dance floor, the feeling was closed and intimate.<br/><br/>Again his hand stopped, and again she responded with a small noise of protest. But with the man’s tug, she was pulled even closer than before. Confidence and strength could be read through his hands, and in his need. A slow grin spread across Kitty’s face as his phone lowered in front of her. Her hand lifted in answer, fingers wrapped around the device and her thumb pressed the button to shut it down. With the movement, she laid claim to him. “That sounds…” but there was no word for what she felt, or for her body’s responses to his hand that slid over the swell of her chest and the little fabric that resided there without the constraints of a bra. With a sudden intake of breath, Kitty’s chest lifted and a delicious tremor ran downward toward her hidden places. Against him, her backside reclined and her free hand lowered to reach behind her. Deft fingers found the front of his pant leg and at the juncture of his thigh and hip she pressed soft, then deeper.<br/><br/>“It sounds… as if you’re going to get fired,” but she held the phone tightly as the other hand continued its light massage. Kitty could not see his face, or his expression. The mystery of it excited her, tantalized and kept her close. “And if you’re going to get fired, I dare say I should console you for the loss,” her face turned upwards as her lips sought to find his own.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>