"I’ll have ummm … a smirnoff cooler please," Tina decided, scrunching up her nose with a smile before straightening her posture again.

She looked to her side at the jazz band playing on the small stage of the club and she enjoyed the aesthetics of the place. It had a very warm tone to it.

Tina began to zone out when her thoughts were interrupted.

"I love your shoes," a voice whispered into her ear from behind.

Tina’s breath caught in her throat. That voice sent chills through her, and she closed her eyes as she let the feeling wash over her.

"They accentuate your legs," the voice continued, warm breath pouring onto Tina’s neck. She could tell it was a woman’s voice, and that helped her understand her weakness for it, but she was still shocked by what it did to her. It felt too good to stop, even though she assured herself it would be the logical thing to do. What if this person was dangerous? A thought that was quickly forgotten.

She swallowed hard, knowing that she didn’t want to end this intrusion of her personal space. She seemed trapped by her own desire. She wanted and needed more.

Slowly, a hand slipped around Tina’s waist and all of the breath was sucked out of her this time, a look of euphoria draped over her face as she leaned her head down for a moment. These feelings were making her incredibly weak.

"Keep the change," the voice said over Tina’s shoulder to the bartender who looked confused but intrigued at the same time, sliding Tina’s drink over and accepting the large tip.

Tina barely noticed his interruption, taking a deep breath in to suffice for the breath lost.

The warmth of that hand around her waist was so powerful, so completely enveloping she felt like this person controlled her thoughts.

The warm body behind her pressed gently into the blond, breathing on her neck again as the hand slowly moved to undo the buttons on her jacket.

"Who … are you?" Tina whispered, swallowing hard.

No answer. Just the sound of that hand unbuttoning her jacket, giving way to a flowy dress underneath. The thin material was advantageous.

"Tell me what you want," the raspy voice whispered, this time moving in even further to lick Tina’s neck, just below her ear.