Sugar Baby Âœ”ϸ fourth: seduction

thank you @Phedoriafor attempting to help a clueless me XD

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playlist: Sugar and Brownies, DHARIA

I find this song insanely sexy.

“You look nice.”

I stiffened at the compliment and chanced a sideways glance at Grayson. His eyes were determinedly fixed on the road in front of him, his cheeks slightly pink. I had decided to go for the reliable, all time favourite plain white shirt. Tugged in loosely so it would tumble out in a careless sexy fashion when I moved. I had done extensive study on Atkinson and her behaviour. Although the media knew shockingly less about her dating life, which was what I was banking on to keep my identity a secret. The men she had dated before had been entrepreneurs, sharply dressed and classic. She seemed to have a taste for the finer things in life. 

And what said fine better than a tight shirt that accentuated my abdominal muscles?

I leaned my head against the cold glass of the car window and spoke modestly, “I know.”

I didn’t take his compliment seriously. It hardly mattered anyway. I was not going to let my heart cling on to false hopes. It was his job to boost my confidence for the project.

He gave me half a smile as we turned around a corner into a relatively empty street. Night had fallen and the unobtrusive road was dotted with sleazy bars and restaurants. Multiple neon signs glared at me from every nook and corner. Posters advertising a plethora of articles were plastered onto the windows and doors of the stores.

“There,” Grayson said as he turned the car slightly towards the pavement and parked it. I followed his gaze and saw that some hundred meters away from us, a massive sign flashed the word ‘Thirst‘ in a dripping font and colourful neon lights.

“It’s this nightclub she has invested in,” Grayson said as he gazed at it. “It’s supposed to be really high end. However, we did manage to put your name on the list.”

“Mason Waters,” I whispered under my breath. Trying to get used to the name. My cover this time was a struggling actor who had come to the city in hopes of making it big. Making it into a few commercials which never saw the light of the day. I ran the background information through my head. I had spent the entire day repeating them again and again. Absorbing. Believing. Trying to forge fiction into a tangible person. 

I took a deep breath, checking my reflection in the side mirror before stepping out of the car. I stood still for a while, gazing at the bar up ahead. There were a few people milling about the street. Some of them were making their way towards the bar, laughing and chatting. I fished out the phone I had been given for the assignment and checked the time. It was eleven-thirty. I had been informed that the opening would commence at twelve. I raked a hand through my hair, setting it in place as I started walking away from the car.

Grayson’s voice called me from behind and I stopped, turning around to look at him. His voice floated towards me through the shadows. 

“Er…goodluck.”

It was too dark to see his face and I wondered if he was mocking me. I gave him a curt nod and resumed walking towards the bar. My heart was thumping nervously. Whether it was from Grayson’s unexpected actions or the dreadful anticipation, I wasn’t sure.

There was a long queue at the entrance. Moving closer, I felt shivers up my spine at the vibrations of the blaring music blasting from inside. A tall, bulky bouncer glowered at me. I gave him a small smile before introducing my facade. 

“Waters, Mason.”

The man’s eyes clouded in recognition as he stepped aside and let me step into the cacophony of colours.

It was a riot.

Music was blaring so loud that it took all my strength to not shut my ears with my palms. Blue, green, red, all the colours of the rainbow were flashing in the dark room in the form of coloured bars of light. Streaking over skin that glistened with sweat. Hundred upon hundreds of bodies were writhing, gyrating, shimmying to the infectious music. I sucked in a breath as my nostrils inhaled the sharp stink of alcohol and sweat mixed together in a nauseous blend.

There seemed to be no way to spot Rosalie in the sea of people. I glanced at the time on my phone again. There were still twenty minutes before the opening started. I found a quiet corner and leaned against the wall. The first thing I liked to do in any arena was to observe. It gave an advantage that is otherwise often overlooked.

Majority of the people seemed to be from extremely rich families. Expensive jewellery, phones and watches flashing under the conundrum of lights. Towards my right was a long bar, the wall behind it stacked with hundreds and hundreds of bottles. A few bartenders were mesmerizing the gleeful crowd with their mixology. I gazed at them for a while, before the music stopped suddenly. I seized up for a second before a loud male voice blared over the speakers.

“Harbour city! How are we doing today?”

A raucous cheer followed his words, followed by wolf whistles and downright screaming. I worked hard to keep my face impassive as the disembodied voice continued.

“Welcome to the littest club in town! Thirst!”

I cringed inwardly at his usage of words. I had to give him an A- for the effort at least. I strained my eyes and started searching for the source of the voice.

My heart skipped in trepidation when I saw a man, standing on a makeshift platform set at the very end of the room as he roared into the mic. 

“And without further dilly-dallying, here, friends and foes is the woman. Of. The. Hour. Rosalie Atkinson!”

The thunderous din that rose could break the skies.

I flinched, struggling to keep my eyes trained on the woman who was now taking the microphone. Hundreds of arms waving in the air were obstructing my vision. However, I managed to catch a slight glimpse of her stunning face. Her gorgeous blonde hair and hourglass figure. It was unmistakably Rosalie.

“Hello everyone!”

Her voice was deep. Commanding. Sexy. It instinctively made my skin crawl in pleasure.

“I would bore you with a speech but we gotta live in the moment so-!” She flashed a dazzling smile, lifting an arm as the music started again, sending another thunderous cheer through the crowd. It was clear that she had a way with the masses. She was casting a spell. A hazy trance over the already drunk crowd.

I craned my neck to try and get a better view. I could scarcely hear her over the applause. She handed the mic back to the previous guy and started climbing down the stage. I hoped she would stick around long enough for me to act on my plan.

I started making my way through the crowd, straining my eyes so as to not lose track of her. Finally, she emerged from the sea of people and made her way to a small circular table with four women, all dressed in exquisite clothing. Even in the midst of her elite friends, her sexy, alluring black dress was accentuating her figure in a way that was leaving me breathless. She stood out without trying to. 

I emerged from the crowd after her and gazed at her. She went and sat on one of the chairs. As the lights fell on her, I did a double-take. She was even more astoundingly beautiful than her pictures. Something, I hadn’t thought to be possible. It was dangerous. For both of us.

I studied her intently for a while as the music transcended into bluesy, sexy music. Perfect time for me to make my move.

I walked over to the bar and spoke to the bartender. He nodded and started making the drink I had asked him to. I had chosen red wine. Simple, but just enough to get the point across. It was sophisticated. Elite. Something that Rosalie Atkinson was sure to appreciate. Even if she didn’t drink it.

I made my way into the crowd moving to the dizzying music. I took a deep breath. This was why I was code-named ‘Sugar Baby’ in the department. Intelligence and seduction had always been the only two weapons I relied on.

I started swaying slightly to the music, letting it penetrate my skin. I raked a hand through my hair, leaving my hips lose. Before long, a girl walked up to me, swaying her hips. I started moving along with her, maintaining eye contact.

I was breathless after a while and chanced a glance at Rosalie. She was gazing at me with polite interest, her slender fingers elegantly clasping the thin glass of wine I had sent to her.

There was only one way for her polite intrigue to transcend into blazing desire. And I knew just how to unlock it. 

I gently placed my hands on the girl’s waist, turning her around and pushing my body close to hers, in a way that she stood in front of me. I moved so both of us were facing in Rosalie’s direction. I took a deep breath, joining my hips closer to the stranger’s and started grinding slowly. Seductively. Swaying rhythmically. Gyrating ever so slightly against her. I placed my tongue on the sensitive spot below her ear as I heard her gasp. I raised my eyes so they met with Rosalie’s.

Electricity spiked with raw desire crackled between us.

I slowly traced my tongue along her ear, grabbing her waist tightly. Never breaking eye contact with Rosalie. It was dark and it was hard to read her eyes, but I knew she hadn’t broken the gaze either.

I gave her a small, seductive smile. One that would leave no doubt as to what I wanted. One that was exclusively for her. Slow. Alluring. My signature.

The music changed and I waited for Rosalie to react. I moved slightly away from the stranger as she disappeared into the swarm of writhing bodies. She seemed intoxicated with something stronger than alcohol. 

For some time, I was afraid that Rosalie wouldn’t take the bait. However, after a while, she spoke something to her girlfriend beside her. The other girl’s eyes travelled to me. A small smirk on her lips. Clearly, she approved.

Rosalie placed the glass on the table, walking over to me. Her eyes fixed on mine. She moved with a sexy, confident gait. Commanding the whole room. Even though the entire room was brimming with people, her charisma and irresistible sensuality were setting my senses on fire. I was transfixed. My stomach clenched in angst.

Closer up, I could appreciate her breathtaking beauty in all its glory. Her hourglass figure. Her long legs. Her hair tumbling around in an elegantly careless fashion. She had bright red lips and smoky black, seductive eyes.

“You are good at dancing,” she slurred, stroking a finger down my arm and making me shiver.

Her words were self-assured. I knew that however hypnotized her appeal had me, that I would be having a similar effect on her. I smirked at her. “I’m good at other stuff too.”

It was difficult to analyze everyone. Some people would be turned off by my forwardness, but the way she reacted told me my guess about her liking frankness was right.

She pulled herself close to me. I took a deep breath as I inhaled her expensive, seductive perfume. She cocked her head to the side. Her golden hair shimmering gorgeously. She placed her hand firmly on my chest and gave me a slow, preying smile. “Maybe you can demonstrate more stuff tonight.”

Bingo.

I bit my lip, leaning in closer to her. “I’d love to.”

She placed her hands behind my head, fitting her body close to mine. I growled softly, biting my lip as her fingers knotted in my hair. Lust burned in the pit of my stomach. I had been right. She was definitely as bold as I had presumed.

“Can’t wait,” she whispered, grinding against me. Her voice was low, laced with hunger. 

I pushed myself even closer to her, letting her feel my growing erection. Her lips parted slightly, letting out a small gasp. Her eyes fiery and dark with lust. I let my hands squeeze her ass, dipping my head to bite her ear. “If you don’t mind ditching this party-“

She sighed deeply, leaning back and smiling mischievously. “Let’s go.”

She grabbed my hand and started leading me towards the exit, my heart racing as we left the anarchy of sounds.