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She wasn?t the kind of girl you take home to meet your mother. But then, I had no intention of more than a one-night stand with her. She was gorgeous and aloof, the perfect combination for a no strings attached night of hot kinky fuckery.I saw her at the club nearly every weekend. And each time I saw her, she was leaving with someone different than the week before. I figured that meant I had a shot and decided to get there early so I could see her walk in.And walk in she did! There wasn?t a man present who didn?t look in her direction when she came through the door.*I watched her walk over to the bar and figured this was as good a time as any to make my move. I followed her and sat down next to her.?I?ll have what she?s having, and put it on my tab,? I said casually.The bartender chuckled and handed us each a glass of ice, ?It?s on the house.?I felt a little awkward but tried to play it cool. ?Cheers,? I said and clinked my glass against hers.?You?re a funny guy,? she said. ?Looking to get lucky???Just being friendly,? I lied.She raised an eyebrow, ?Didn?t your mother ever teach you that it?s bad manners to lie??I grinned, ?I?m just being friendly to start, but if you had more in mind, I?d never turn you down.??You?re clever, too,? she said, almost smiling. ?Most men are either too shy to approach me, or too busy falling izmir rus escort bayan all over themselves to win my approval. You, on the other hand, just made it seem like I was propositioning you. It?s a rare man that can surprise me.?I was about to say something witty and stopped short. My gut told me that she wasn?t going to be an easy lay, but that she would be worth the effort it would take to get her into bed.?Cat got your tongue?? she asked looking amused.?Just wondering how come you order the ice without the water,? I said boldly.?I don?t like it to melt too fast,? she answered, as if that were all the explanation I needed.I nodded, as if I understood, and she chuckled softly, ?You?re so far out of your depth, and you don?t even know it. But you?re easy on the eyes and you have a sexy voice. Dance with me.?I wasn?t sure if I should be offended or flattered. But I took her by the hand as she took a sip of her melting ice, and I led her to the dance floor.As luck would have it, the next song was a slow, sultry ballad. She pressed her body against me and grabbed the back of my neck, pulling me into a kiss. Imagine my surprise when she slipped a half-melted ice cube into my mouth. My eyes widened in shock and I was rewarded with a full-on smile and a rich, warm laugh.?You escort izmir otele gelen delight me!? she said as she kissed me, taking what little was left of the ice cube back in her mouth. Then, suddenly, her icy tongue was in my ear and she whispered, ?There are many places where I enjoy ice. Would you like to discover them??I couldn?t help myself. I grinned like a horny college boy and said, ?Yes, ma?am.?She walked back to the bar and left what I discovered later was her usual twenty-dollar tip (rather generous considering she only ever ordered ice) and crooked her finger to follow her out.?Your place or mine?? I asked bravely.?Neither,? she answered brusquely. ?Follow me.?I was amazed at how quickly she could walk in those killer heels, but I kept pace until we got to a limousine.?Get in,? she said.Once inside the shiny black stretch, she pushed a button and spoke to the driver in a language I recognized as French, ?Stephen, nous emmène à l'hôtel s'il vous plaît.?She put her hand on my leg and said, ?We are headed to a hotel. When we are finished tonight, my driver will take you anywhere you want to go. He understands English well enough, no worries.?I must admit I had planned this out much differently in my head. But then again, I also wasn?t ever sure I?d be in the buca escort position to get this close to the notorious Ice Queen. My brain was trying to tell me to be more careful as I was allowing a complete stranger to drive me off to some place unknown. But my dick kept interrupting with thoughts of driving into what I presumed was a decadent, wet pussy.The hand on my leg crept up until she rubbed against the bulge that was straining against my slacks.?I like that you dress up to go to the club. I see your friends sometimes and many of them wear jeans and polos. They look sloppy and wonder why they end up going home alone. But you take the time to look nice. I like that,? she said in a voice that made my loins ache.I moved a hand to cup one of her breasts and she smiled, ?And you?re brave. I like that too.?Soon we were kissing, and I made a move to reach under her dress when the limo stopped.?We?re here. Behave until we are in the hotel room, s?il vous plait,? she said slipping into French. She spoke again to the driver, ?Garer dans le garage jusqu'à ce que j'aie fini avec le monsieur. Puis emmenez-le là où il veut aller.?The door of the limo opened, and I got out. I offered her my hand and she stepped out and clung to my arm as if we were lovers. I was a little taken aback when I heard her laugh, ?You should look happy, lover, you?re about to fuck the Ice Queen.?We stepped into the elevator and took it up to the top floor, penthouse suite. The view was spectacular, both outside and inside the room. She slipped the straps off her shoulders seductively, and I watched her dress fall to the floor, leaving her naked except for her heels.