From White Swan to Black ~ Sage x Google

[LeatrixSage]

New York.

Even as she stepped off the bus, Jessica still couldn't believe it. She had just turned 18 a week ago, and here she was, on her own in New York City! The day before she had settled in at her dorm in NYADA, New York Academy of the Dramatic Arts. She was a dancer, and had wanted Julliard, but that had proven to be too much competition. Before she had even managed to see the stage, they had already finished filling their open slots. It had hurt, but... NYADA wasn't exactly a step down. She had never thought about being on Broadway, but being in NYADA, now it seemed a natural next step. Of course she would miss her family and they would miss her, but... she was living the dream.

The city was amazing, fast paced and wild. Or, at least, wild to her. Jessie was a 5'7" cowgirl from Montana that was too skinny for her own good, pale, and covered in freckles. She had picked up dancing from her mom, and it just happened that she had been good at it. State fairs, talent shows, dance classes, and now NYADA. And now, she was out on the town. Some girls she roomed with had invited her out to a club, one of a few that allowed minors in and slapped bands on the wrists of them all to tell them apart for those that could drink. They'd said it was a hot place to go dancing and cater to NYADA dancers the way bars catered to NYADA singers.

"Jessie, over here!" a familiar voice caught her attention, and Jess waved enthusiastically at Kenzi. The spirited girl was half native american and they had a lot in common, both being country born and all. Even so, Kenzi looked like she belonged here. Jessie had her long, red hair pulled back into a tight pony-tail and simple, neutral make-up that made her grey eyes look silver. Her royal blue dress clung to her body in a way that felt wanton to her. It was the most fashionable thing she had ever owned, and she loved the heels Kenzi had let her borrow. She wasn't really short, but the heels made her feel glamorous.

When they got to the club, they fit right in. Jess couldn't really believe it when they got waved forward in line. She looked and felt like one of them. "God, this is wonderful," she told Kenzi, who agreed whole heatedly. The music was great, the lights were dancing as much as the people on the dance floor, and everywhere was another gorgeous guy looking at her in ways no one ever had before. "We should dance," she shouted over the music to her friend. Taking each other's hand, they made their way to the dance floor and joined in to the madness that seemed to be completely controlled by the DJ.

People seemed to be everywhere, crushing in on them at all sides. It was strange at first, but became heady as time went by. Kenzi stayed close for the most part, the girls feeding off each other while the beat moved them. At least, until a guy they had met earlier at the dorms led her off for a drink. She had tried to drag Jessie along, but, the dance floor was simply where she wanted to be, and the Upper class-men didn't seem like the best thing to play with. For a while, Jessica lost herself in the music. Various people came and went all the while. She danced with girls, guys, anyone that happened to be there. Here, in strange way, she felt more alive than ever before.

 

[DomG]

City that never slept, at least not if you wanted to get ahead in it, not if you wanted to make some money and be able to enjoy the finer things in life. For the past few years Dominic Strauss had been working hard in this city and that hard work was paying off, he had enjoyed a meteoric rise at the brokerage firm that he worked for, starting off as an analyst he had seen things that no one else had predicted, he had seen the big crash coming and before it had even happened he had predicted there would be a bail out, he had made nothing but the right moves for years on ends and it had been rewarded. He had the corner office, he had the closet full of suits tailored just to his build, he had the brand new Audi and the penthouse apartment, there was talk about a partnership in his future and he had only just turned thirty a few months before.


And now he was finally going to take a little vacation. Of course it was going to be something of a working vacation where he would be checking up on different trends from his home computer, but for the next two weeks he had no plans to step into the office, he only was going to pick up if he got called by his boss or anyone directly up the chain of command, he was going to enjoy himself fully.

The first day of his vacation had gone very well up till the present, he had slept in, enjoyed a nice breakfast while watching tv, only half paying attention to the news scroll that he had on his phone. A good hour was spent in his apartments fitness suite, working to ensure that he stayed fit while he had the time... it just wouldn't do for him to get sick when he went back to work.

Then, more relaxing, a nice long shower and time spent making sure that he looked his best, the stubble on his face giving a ragged sort of look that he liked to cultivate while the well tailored suit made it clear that he was enjoying his success very much. He didn't bother getting his car, the club he was going to was just around the corner and considering the influence that lived in this part of town crime was always kept low by regular patrols.

At the club he was let right in, walking straight past the line and the bouncer who knew that keeping Dominic out might keep him from getting a tip.

Inside it was noisy and crowded, but absolutely packed with beautiful young women. One in particular though caught his eyes, he always had a fondness for red heads and something about her stood out, almost like she didn't quite fit in. From the moment he saw her he wanted her, from the way she moved to her beauty... it was drawing him in and with the confidence of an apex predator moving through its territory he moved across the dance floor towards he, approaching her from behind, the guy she was dancing against pushed away and his place taken as Dominic placed his hands on her hips, moving against her, his body against hers, his interest in her quite evident as he pressed harder against her, matching her move for move.

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[LeatrixSage]

Being passed from one person to another had become a common pattern, so when one left and someone else took his place, Jess thought nothing of it. His hands on her sent a welcome little thrill up her spine, and she laughed as they began to dance together. That small thrill became an electric spark in her blood as he pulled her back flush against him. Jess tilted her head back a bit to get a look at the man behind her and found herself surprised by what she saw. He looked to be older, much older... not in the since that he was old, per-say, but that he carried the kind of secure confidence that clung to a man that knew he was powerful and didn't need to prove it. He didn't have that boyish need to show off, he was a man.

Jessica smiled shyly, and then let her head fall back on his shoulder while her hands settled over his. He reminded her of men back home, that cool confidence that made them seem dangerous. She had never been brave enough to even talk to them, and now here he was, grinding hard against her as they moved together. The heels she had borrowed made her just tall enough to be able to press her forehead against his neck. She breathed in his scent and felt a shiver run down her spine.

With the high in her blood from the atmosphere of the club, the thrill of being in the city, and the instinctive attraction to man behind her, Jessie was starting to feel a little bold. He seemed to match every moved she made, and it made her pulse race. Letting herself get carried away, she arched her back to to press back harder against him, rolling her hips as if she were inviting him to do more than just dance. One of her hands guided one of his around from her hip to her lean stomach, and then up along the small valley between her breasts to close over her throat. She left his hand there, and let her arm reach back over her head to sink her fingers into his hair and pull gently. For Jessie, it was an erotic thrill she'd never known, being this wanton and wild, and she let herself indulge with no idea of the problems it could cause for her later. She was living in the moment, with no thought of tomorrow, and this moment was making her knees weak for things she only ever heard about in whispers.

 

[DomG]

Dominic never really had much trouble getting what he wanted from women, even before he had made himself quite wealthy he had been good looking and charismatic. Of course this had made him arrogant but at the same time it had given him plenty of experience... learning how to read women wasn't all that difficult once you had a little bit of practice. The young woman he was dancing with was something of an enigma to him, she moved very well like she knew exactly what she was doing, teasing him a little bit with every motion and actually making him have to work to keep up with her... but there was something more to her. It was hard to put his fingers on, an explanation wasn't anything that he could figure out... but his instincts screamed that this girl was innocent. She was moving with experience that his instincts told him that she didn't have.

It was exhilarating to move with her though, she was a fantastic dancer and though he had been on this very dance floor more nights then he would count he found that keeping up with her, matching her move for more took quite a bit of focus. As she took his hand and guided it up over her body, grazing her breasts and resting it against her throat while she rolled her hips against him in the most inviting way Dominic knew that he had to have her. Not just for the night but he had to possess her, to have her all to himself... that innocence there was about her was something that was his to be taken, twisted, and then corrupted into something more fitting to his desires. Unconsciously his fingers on her neck twitched a little bit, squeezing lightly against her throat as if he wanted to show her that he was the one in charge.

Her fingers through his hair, an intimate little touch in a room full of people, enough to make him smile as he used the hand on her throat and turned her face so that he could look into her eyes, pleased by what he saw there. “Very nice...” He whispered, his voice low but still carrying through the music and the sounds of the people around them, a space having cleared for them as if people instinctively knew there was something special in their midst. He delved in a little bit, the angle was a tad awkward but it was fine for him to work with, twisting his head slightly before brushing his hips over hers in the most chaste mockery of a kiss, lasting for only a moment, just there to tease her, but also to draw her out and see how she might respond... what would he find when he tapped this young woman's passion.

 

[LeatrixSage]

There was something to be said for the way people reacted to things that happened near them. Already, Jessie had caught several heated stares and curious glances from other dancers as they made room for her and her new dance partner. It was embarrassing and stimulating, to feel as if they were watching, waiting to see what happened next. It was the same, stomach churning thrill she felt every time she stepped on stage. It made her blush, but it didn't make her stop.

The slight twitch, and then squeeze, of the strong fingers that were wrapped around her throat brought Jessie's attention back to the man pressed so close behind her. While her mind had wandered, her body had not forgotten he was there. Her back tingled where she could feel the heat of his body through their clothes, her thighs seemed to burn every time their legs brushed together, and a cool kind of heat had settled low in her stomach. It was the kind of cold fire that made a girl hungry for more, even if she didn't know what it was she was hungry for.

The hand on her throat shifted, and Jessie found herself smiling shyly up at the man behind her as he turned her head so that she was staring up into his eyes. She saw something there, just beneath the surface, but her inexperience left the lurking emotion a mystery. He whispered to her, and then Jessie felt the heat in her cheeks double as they no doubt went from pink to a very vivid red.

She didn't at all expect what happened next and, for a moment, was left completely stunned. His lips had touched hers so briefly she had barely felt them. And yet, her lips seemed to burn from the contact. Self-consciously her tongue flicked out and over her lips in an attempt to dull the ache that seemed to settle there. Her eyes darted between his eyes and his lips several times while she battled with herself. What would a kiss hurt, really? 'It was only a kiss... nothing more,' she reasoned with herself, crushing down the jittery fears of the country girl she had sworn to leave behind.

Timidly, slowly, Jessie raised up on her tiptoes and stretched to return his chaste kiss... and then lingered there. Her eyes watched his with an almost frantic wondering as she began to feel uncertain with herself. To kill the fears that threatened to drag her down, Jessie caught his lips with a feminine hunger she barely knew. Her body twisted a little at her waist to make it easier for her to indulge the small craving. She asked nothing, expected nothing, and gave herself over to the thrill of the moment any idea of the fire she was stoking in herself... or in him.

 

[DomG]

She didn't pull away from him or panic when his hand momentarily tightened around her throat. Either she didn't think that he was any kind of danger to her or perhaps she enjoyed the threat of the moment, enjoyed the thrill of a strangers hand on her throat. She continued to move against him, never missing a beat, always shifting her body against him so wonderfully, so tempting, the only thing keeping them separated was the clothing they both wore and that felt terribly inadequate in that moment. He wanted to have her, he needed to have her, and he would have her no matter what it took. The fire that she was stoking within him, the way that she was teasing him, that fire was building into an inferno within his body, something primal that could not really be fought, only contained and even then not for very long.

His kiss it seemed had done just what he wanted it too, drew her out a bit and he smiled as she turned and raised herself up to return the kiss with one of her own. He let it start off much the same way, the same simple and chaste kiss but after a few moments he took control, deepening the kiss, holding her in place as his lips moved against hers, his tongue slipping over her lips for a moment and then darting into her mouth when there was the slightest opening... the easiest to read invitation for him to deepen the kiss.

Of course the kiss was only a distraction, a way to keep her attention focused on something else, in the same way that his fingers still continued to slowly and softly squeeze at her throat, adding an element of danger rather then actually trying to harm her... just keep her focused, at least for a moment, on anything other then what his other hand was doing.

The movement was a slow and subtle one, from her hip down to her thigh, tracing over the dress the entire time, lightly catching the edge of it and then down a little lower until his hand was almost on her knee, still on the outside of her leg. Then a little shift, the hand spreading, fingers wide apart, and curling in around the inside of her leg... slowly sliding back up again. Before long his hand had encountered the edge of her dress once more but it didn't impede him for even a moment, starting to slowly slide his hand up towards the prize that he desired... he might just take her right on the dance floor.

 

[LeatrixSage]

His lips were hungry against her own and moved with slow, sure confidence that made her melt. His attentions pulled a soft gasp from her throat, this talented stranger, and just as her lips parted his tongue slipped past them and over her own. Her breath caught in her throat and her heart stuttered just before her movements changed; shifted into a languid, sensual slowness while she indulged in his kiss. Her lips moved timidly with his at first, and then began to slowly answer him with her own passion. Her tongue moved slowly over his to follow where he led her. The gentle squeeze of the hand around her throat made her pulse race and the heady rush of it all began to warm her and put a soft blush in her skin.

A part of her mind couldn't believe she was letting this happen. She had no idea who he was, where he was from, anything... and here she was, pressed up against him, this stranger, his mouth conquering hers in a way she'd never known. Jessie had never been kissed like this; she felt the effects of it right down to her toes.

She barely noticed as his hand moved down her leg. She was too caught up in everything else to realize it was moving until his fingers splayed out and wrapped around the inside of her leg. As his hand moved up her body shivered and her breath left her lungs in a small gasp. At first she enjoyed it, his fingertips searing her skin as they traveled and leaving tingles behind. The further up her thigh they traveled, the more excited she became. His hand slid under her skirt, and then Jessie stiffened, unsure. She was enjoying this but... she didn't really want that.. particularly not right here in the middle of the club. She almost hated to, but she felt she had no choice but to reach down and grab his arm, stopping his hand from getting any closer.

"I"m sorry," she told him with a shy smile, not really angry or anything just... nervous, startled, and a little ashamed of herself. "I can't.. I mean.. I don't even know you." She felt like such an idiot as she stepped away from him. Her cheeks were flaming red, nearly as bright as her hair as she backed away from him and bumped into some other people dancing. "Really, I'm sorry..." She didn't know what else to say... and, feeling like a complete ass, she got off the dance floor just as quick as she could.

She tried, at first, to find Kenzi. She was nowhere in sight and with so many people, searching was pointless. So, instead, she made her way outside and pulled her cell out of her bra to scroll through her contacts. The front was nearly as noisy as the inside. Frustrated, Jessie turned down an alley along the side of the building. There was no telling if Kenzi would hear her phone ringing in there but.. "Hopefully it's on vibrate," she sighed as she clicked call and then leaned back against the cool brick wall. The bricks and the chill night air helped cool her mind and her body, but she still felt like an ass. "I can't believe I let that happen."

 

[DomG]

A sure thing was boring but there was something enjoyable about the chase, the pursuit of something that you wanted. This young lady on the dance floor, the way that she moved against him, ground her body back against this and didn't shy away from his hands. It wasn't quite a sure thing but it was enough of a challenge for him to really enjoy himself... a challenge made all the sweeter when the prize was practically in hand. He could have her right there on the dance floor, shift up the back of her dress, pull aside whatever panties she might be wearing, and then just continue to grind against her there... no one would likely notice what was going on and even if they did he would just drag her out and finish up his fun with her in the alley.

Of course he would need to get her back to his apartment at some point, he could see this little thing filling up an entire weekend of his fun, the innocence that he was picking up on offered so many possibilities and having her back at his apartment would allow for a wide range of fun. Some interesting little toys and accessories that would make the sort of ideas that he had for her come fully to life.

He was lost in thought, his fingers just starting to brush over the edge of her panties when she pulled away from him, apologizing, saying she didn't even know him... as if that even mattered. He didn't know her at all and it didn't bother him. He could have spent an entire weekend enjoying her flesh without ever knowing her name and wouldn't think a single thing about it. Watching her move away from him, through the crowd of people, right then he decided that he was going to have her anyway. Who was she to just try to walk away from him after teasing him so much, after tempting him with pleasures that he was now in sore need of... she was going to have to learn that you couldn't just blue ball a man and then walk away.

There would need to be consequences...

He gave her a few moments, watching carefully, taking note of the door that she went out of before following after. It wouldn't be too hard for him to find someone else but that really wasn't the point.

Just moments after she went into the alley he had followed her out, seeing her leaning against the wall of the club with her phone in hand. He didn't know who she was calling, didn't really care... if she thought that the night was over then she had lost her mind. He moved quickly, not wanting to give her a chance to scream, pressing his body up against hers to pin her against the wall, one hand clamping over her mouth and the other hand grabbing her phone to keep her from dialing. “Honestly its rude to tease a guy that like and then just leave without any sort of release for him.” He whispered, pressing against her a little harder to let her know just what he was talking about. “That sort of thing tends to piss a guy off.”

 

[LeatrixSage]

Pick-up Kenzi... come on, pick up the phone! Jess was getting frustrated fast. She hadn't expected to spend every second with the other gal but... if she was here, Jess couldn't leave her. If Kenzi wasn't here, she could have at least let her know she was leaving so that she didn't have to worry like this. Pick up, pick up, pick up! Angry, she hung up, and then started to dial again.


Jess let her eyes close and she dropped her head back against the wall. She didn't know what he'd been wearing, but he'd smelled fantastic. Her throat still seemed warm from where his hand had been gently squeezing. The inside of her thigh was absolutely burning with left over traces of where he had touched her. Her pulse was still frantic from the excitement of being so bold with a stranger. Just thinking about it made her want to cross her legs in an effort to hide the reactions it was causing. His arms around her had felt wonderful. Everything about him had been so much... more than the boys she'd grown up with. So cool and seemingly in control of everything around. She couldn't stop thinking about what could have been... What if she had let him do what he wanted to do? A shiver ran up her spin as she imagined those questing fingers finding what they had been after. Would he have teased her until she opened for him or forced his way inside? The image of standing in the middle of that dance floor while a stranger gently fingered her into submission flashed through her mind's eye. When she started to feel tempted into going back in, Jess made herself take a deep breath...

Her eyes opened just before his hand clapped down over her mouth. She hadn't heard him coming, she'd smelled him. One arm shot out to try and defend herself, but it just ended up pinned between her body and the unforgiving weight of his being pressed into her. She very nearly dropped her phone and he snatched it out of her hand before she could even try to save it. Jess wriggled in a moment of panic, her eyes wide and frantic as her one free hand tried to pull his off her mouth. The sharp edges of bricks caught her dress and tore holes into the delicate fabric, making little cuts on her skin until she stopped squirming and stared at him.

Jess found herself listening with rapt attention as he spoke and her panic slowly became confusion. She had't meant to be rude... hell, she had felt awful for what she had done. She'd never meant to work him up and leave him. It had just happened. It's not like she had sought him out to torment him. He had grabbed her! A whimper escaped Jessie's throat when he pressed harder against her body. She could feel the bulge in his pants rub against her stomach. It sent electricity arching through her blood, trailing fear and lust in it's wake. Her eyes shut tight as she tried to clear her head, make her mind slow down and focus. Her heart was pounding, but she could barely breath. After a moment, she forced her eyes open again. They were still wide from fear, but she was calming herself. She'd just made him angry... dammit, how the hell did she fall into a situation like this?

She stopped trying to get his hand away from her mouth and, instead, rested her free hand gently against his shoulder to give it a light push. She wasn't telling him to give her room, she was asking for it the only way should could think to without being able to speak. Out of everything that was going on, what scared her the most was the wild thrill of excitement pooling liquid heat between her thighs. God help her, this should not be turning her on... but it was. Slowly, gently, she wrapped her fingers around his wrist again and gave a small, almost timid tug. It was hard to breath, and there was no way she was going to be able to do anything to fix this while she couldn't talk!

Jessie tried to shift her weight, but this stranger and the brick wall behind her gave her nowhere to run to. All her squirming served to do was to rub her already well-warmed body against his own. She could feel her nipples, taunt and aching, start to tingle with a needy kind of greed beneath the soft fabric of her dress and the press of his chest against her own. That hard-to-miss bulge that kept nudging against her stomach was causing her just as much distress, if not more. Her cheeks flamed with color, ashamed of her own body's betrayal and infuriated at being put in this situation.

It wasn't long before Jessie was glaring up at him. Sure, he was drop dead gorgeous, but this was ridiculous! She'd had enough. Her body went limp, she went still, and then her teeth clamp down hard on the center of his palm. If he wasn't going to let her go, she was going to make him let her go.