As she danced to the rhythm of the music, Dominic's blood rose in his body.  The curves of her body moved gracefully in the feline grace of a powerful dancer.  His eyes narrowed in on her, the shape of her neck, the seductive drape of the cloth of her dress over her upturned breasts.  Unconsciously, he fondled the silk glove, a gift he wanted to believe from the lady.<br/><br/>He watched as she leaned close to a raven haired beauty, seduction thick between then.  The woman's lips quivered in excitement as the finger wet from the dancers kiss caressed her cheek.  A smile cross his face, as his mind wondered how it would feel to have her soft lips against his skin.  The fire haired woman danced to the center of the stage, her dress barely covering her as she held it in false modesty over her body.  Her eyes reached him as the dress fell away, soft skin glowing in the light, tipped by excited rubies filled his mind just before the stage lights fell.<br/><br/>Dominic leaned back, hoping there would be a chance to meet her when he heard a smoky voice whisper to him.<br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=83599.msg3720598#msg3720598">Quote from: Penelope Coquette on 04-10-2010, 05:09:12</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Stay. In ten minutes, take the green door to the right of the stage, then turn left. Second door. Knock thrice.  We'd like to split a bottle of champagne with you, good sir."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Warm breath of promise brushed across his ear as the message was left.  The soft pressure of her breast against his body, caused him to purr softly in his mind.  It has been too long since the touch of a woman took him so.  The messenger continued on her way to the stage, wrapped in darkness which hid her identity.  From the sound of the voice, he was sure it was the lovely woman that had shown him his seat, although her voice was laden with new thoughts.  In the dark, he only caught a glimpse of her, her ankle sliding behind the curtain as the house lights came on.<br/><br/>Dominic could not believe his luck.  The two beauties who caught his eye wanted to meet him.  Tonight.  How could he say no to that?  He remained seated as the crowd rose to its feet, women grabbing their men close as single men patrolled the exits for their chance.  He took a sip of his gin as Dominic watched the raven haired woman, recently stroked by the dancer, run her hand across the chest of her company.  The man, likely thought he was the cause of her excitement, put his arms around the woman claiming his prize.  He could almost feel the heat rising between them as they exited, perhaps to find their way home or at least to a private place.<br/><br/>Believing the time had passed, he stood up and made his way slowly in the opposite direction of the dying crowd.  There, partially obscured by the heavy curtains of the stage was a flaking pale green door. Old brass letters discouraged use, "Keep Out".  He tried the knob with some uncertainty but it turned easily under his direction.  He eased the door open and slipped in quickly, assuming that the door was not to be made public.  Muffled laughter rode the warm air of the closed dark hall from the left.  Walking down the narrow passage slowly, he tired to work out where he was.  By the height of the ceiling, he imagined that he was walking under the stage, in perhaps a passage built to shuttle actors from different ends of the stage.  In about 15 feet he reached the end of the hallway, there an even older door stood, closed.  The laughter he had heard was behind it.  Dominic knocked three times in a slow deliberate call for his company.  He wondered what was in store for him.<br/>