“Find us a seat and grab us something to drink while I run and potty, okay, Katie?”
Katie Buck leaned in and motioned for her best friend to repeat what she just said. It was loud in the club and her ears were still ringing from the concert they had just left. When it was almost screamed in her ear, Katie nodded and waved her friend away. She pulled up to her full height of 5 foot 9 inches and let her warm, whiskey colored eyes scan the room for a table. The club was packed and there didn’t seem to be an empty spot at all. Pulling her bottom lip between her teeth, she grumbled to herself, weaving her way through the club. Oblivious to the appreciative glances cast her way, she finally spied an empty table on the second floor. It seemed to be a prime spot and she couldn’t understand why no one had taken it yet. Oh well, finders keepers, she thought as she sat down at the table, crossing her long legs and adjusting the flattering black skirt. She turned to look for her friend to wave her up when she saw her.
“Excuse me. Is this seat taken?”
Katie turned to find herself meeting a pair of blue eyes lit with an amused twinkle. Her own eyes widened slightly in surprise at the sight of the man standing next to her.
“No,” she recovered quickly, her lips twitching slightly as she held back a grin, her thick Southern twang heavy in her words. “Would you care to join me?”
“Sure,” the man chuckled, taking a seat beside her, stretching his lanky legs out in front of him. ”You’re obviously not from around here, are you?”
“No. What gave it away?” She flirted, turning in her chair, shaking her head slightly to toss her long, wavy light brown hair over her shoulder.
“Your shoes,” he winked, gesturing to her high heels complimenting her outfit.
“Oh yeah?” Katie asked, stretching her right leg out, flexing her foot. ”Damn, I should try harder next time. Is there a certain kind you suggest I try?”
“I don’t know much about shoes. I do know about beautiful women when I see them, though.”
“Really?” Katie re-crossed her shapely legs, placing a well-manicured hand on the table, leaning forward slightly to show interest. “What do you know, then?”
“I know you’re at my private table, beautiful,” he smirked as he nodded to his left.
Katie’s cheeks tinted with a faint blush. She had completely overlooked the ropes silently stating the obvious.
“My bad,” she apologized, reaching down to pick up her purse.
“No, wait. There’s no need to go. Unless you just want to…”
She saw the look in his eyes and heard the tone in his voice, almost daring her to walk away. She was not one to back down.
“No,” she shrugged slightly, setting her purse beside her chair. “I kinda like it. Good view, music’s not too loud, handsome company.”
“I’m Jagger Hamilton,” the gentleman beside her laughed, extending his hand.
“I know who you are,” she winked, taking his hand and making sure to hold hers slightly above his. “Why do you think I was flirting so hard?”
“Because you found me absolutely irresistible?” He brought her hand up and placed a soft kiss on the back of it, his gaze meeting hers.
“That’s yet to be seen, Jagger.”
“And you are…” He lowered her hand, his gaze traveling to her left hand, not seeing an engagement or wedding ring there.
“Natasha Zorboski,” Katie replied, spouting off the first name that came to her mind.
“Natasha Zorboski?” Jagger repeated, catching the devious smile on her pretty face. “May I buy you a drink? And then you can tell me about yourself.”
“If you wish,” Katie said, darting her tongue across her lips, leaving a slight sheen of moisture on her lipstick.
Jagger Hamilton turned and waved at one of his entourage who was waiting patiently to do his bidding. The flunky ran over and Jagger gave him the order for their drinks.
The wall of bodyguards kept a close eye on the scene unfolding. There were always women trying to get to the handsome and charismatic singer, and who could blame them? Strong in the middle of his latest tour, riding the tops of the charts and awards, Jagger would be a great catch for any woman, but he kept them at a safe distance. He learned fast after becoming famous ten years ago at the tender age of 14 that people would be quick to use him to get ahead and take what they could. So far, though, there was no indication that this woman was up to anything, other than just being in the wrong place at a very conveniently right time. And their boss seemed to be enjoying it.
“You don’t look like a Natasha,” Jagger said, turning his attention back to Katie, peering intently at her like a cat playing with a mouse.
“Do you know many Natashas?”
“No,” he was honest.
“Then how do you know what a Natasha looks like?” Her eyes sparkled and she resisted the urge to add check.
“Fair enough,” Jagger conceded, picking up a glass and handing it to her when the tray was set on the table. “For you, beautiful Natasha.”
“Thank you,” she said, taking the glass and holding it between her long, elegant fingers.
Jagger waited until she had the glass nearly to her lips, mesmerized by the way they parted to take the drink.
“Tell me about yourself, Natasha Zorboski.”
Katie paused the drink just before it reached her mouth. She was obviously on one tonight and was going to continue as long as it lasted.
“I’m from a small town in Russia…” she began.
“Russia?” Jagger interrupted, his own lips twitching into a grin, holding his drink against his leg.
“What do you do for a living, Natasha Zorboski from a small town in Russia?” He played along.
“I’m a high-priced dominatrix,” she answered nonchalantly. “I’ve been retained by the reigning kings and queens all over the world. I’m very good at my work.”
He quirked an eyebrow, sensing something different about this woman. She didn’t pretend to not know who he was and she obviously had a wicked sense of humor. It wasn’t everyday he ran into someone like her. He knew she was feeding him a line. She seemed to enjoy this little game and he was only too happy to play along.
“So,” he said, raising his glass now to his lips and knocking the drink back, wincing and shaking it off. “What exactly do you do as a dominatrix?”
“I tie people up. I treat them like dirt. Some like spankings, some like whippings. Some get off on things shoved in various body orifices. It really depends on the customer.”
Jagger nodded and motioned for her to try her drink. Katie brought the drink up and downed it like he did. It had been a while since she’d played this game and hoped she wasn’t too rusty with it. Her eyes watered the moment the strong alcohol hit her throat and burned the whole way down. She gently cleared her throat as she sat the glass back on the table, a loud thud as it landed a little too hard.
“Easy, Natasha,” Jagger chuckled, reaching for the bottle of liquor and pouring them both another glass full. “So in your line of work, I guess you’ve seen it all, huh?”
“Yes,” she answered, her voice raspy now. “I’ve seen more bare asses and things done to them than you can shake a stick at.”
Jagger laughed heartily.
“What’s your going price, Natasha Zorboski? How much do you charge for a night of dirty sex?” He challenged, raising his eyebrow at her.
“More than you can afford, Jagger Hamilton,” she teased, leaning toward him slightly allowing her cleavage, enhanced by a push-up bra, to peek over the low cut in the neckline of her top as her long red nails clinked against her glass.
Jagger’s eyes lowered as he looked at her nails, her fingertips slowly circling the rim of the glass. He shifted in his seat and adjusted the front of his pants. He raised his eyes to hers again.
“Can you give me a discount?” He asked, giving her a charming grin. “Things are kinda…hard on me right now.”
“What kind of discount?” Katie inquired, pretending to be curious and intrigued.
“Just drink up and I’m sure we’ll come to some kind of agreement,” he said, nodding to her glass once more. “I’ve got plenty here to sweeten the deal.”
“I’m sure you do,” Katie smirked, throwing back her second glass with him.
Jagger looked around when he heard a phone ringing. He knew it wasn’t his and he was pretty sure it wasn’t anyone in his entourage since none of them would have a ring tone saying “What the deuce?!” Katie swallowed her drink and handed him her glass.
“Excuse me,” she rasped. “That’s mine.”
Jagger nodded and watched as she reached in her purse and pulled out her electric blue phone. He poured them another drink as she brought the phone up to her ear, tossing her head to shake her hair back from her face.
“This is Natasha Zorboski,” Katie said as she answered.
“Natasha Zorb…” her best friend’s voice came over the line, the music from downstairs almost drowning her out. “Katie Buck, where the hell are you? I’ve been waiting for half an hour.”
“I’m sorry, dear,” Katie said, giving Jagger an apologetic smile. “I completely lost track of time. Why don’t you go on to the room and I’ll be there shortly. I have…”
“Katie, did you meet some guy? I can’t believe it! I leave you alone for just a few minutes and you meet some guy! He’s either a catch or a real loser if you’re being Natasha Zorboski. Can I come play?”
“No, I don’t think so this time,” Katie replied. “If I need you, I’ll call.”
“Yeah, you’re right. It was enough that Charlie even agreed to me coming here. If he found out one of us was playing the Russian game, he’d flip. Just be careful, Katie. Call for the police first, then me. You know the drill.”
“Of course, Tatiana,” Katie agreed with a bothered sigh for show for Jagger. “I’ll deal with the situation in the morning. Goodnight.”
And with that, Katie snapped her phone shut and smiled sweetly at Jagger.
“Now, where were we?” She asked, picking up her glass and downing the contents.
“Who’s Tatiana?” Jagger inquired, drinking his as well.
“My assistant. She keeps track of my clients and if I’m super backed up, she’ll fill in for me.”
“Maybe she’s who I should be talking to, since it’s so hard,” Jagger gave Katie a knowing look, “for me right now. Is she as good as you, Natasha Zorboski?”
“Of course not. She’s my assistant and most will wait for me. Unless they’re really horny, then they’ll deal with her. She…doesn’t have the finesse of popping whips like I do.”
Katie couldn’t believe she was spouting this stuff after so many years. Thank the heavens she wasn’t anywhere close to her hometown or else with her luck, someone who knew someone would probably overhear this conversation. That was the last thing she needed. But she kept drinking as Jagger kept pouring. And the more questions he asked, the more elaborate she got with her stories. He was amused by her, that much was obvious. She knew he was only playing along and perhaps enjoyed watching a show for a change instead of giving one. By the time their bottle was empty, Jagger stood and offered her a hand.
“Would you like to dance, Natasha Zorboski?” He asked as she placed one of her hands in his.
“I most certainly would,” Katie said, standing with his help.
The room started spinning and her legs wobbled. She instinctively reached out a hand to grab the table, but Jagger pulled her into his arms and led her to the dance floor just to the side of their table. It wasn’t as crowded as the one downstairs, but strictly VIP and highly selective, with just enough people around to keep it from being too intimate.
Katie looked over Jagger’s shoulder and saw a line of young women now standing beyond the rope. Some were shooting death glares at her. She understood exactly why they were there–each one wanted to be where she was at that moment. As she felt Jagger’s hand move to her lower back and pull her tight to him, she looped an arm around the back of his neck, She easily found the rhythm of the song and the way Jagger’s body moved against hers while the floor throbbed beneath them with the syncopated beat of the music.
“What are you doing here, Natasha Zorboski from a small town in Russia?” Jagger’s asked, his voice right in her ear so he didn’t have to shout. “Business or pleasure?”
“Both,” she replied, grinding her hips against his when the song got more intense. “Why do you keep calling me by my full name, Jagger Hamilton?”
Jagger closed his eyes as her fingernails lightly scraped against the back of his neck. He buried his face against her neck for a moment, inhaling the scent of her skin and perfume. He rubbed his stubble against her soft skin as he moved his mouth right against her ear.
“I like saying your name. I like the way it sounds.” His breath fanned hot against her ear as he growled, “I want to say it when we’re fucking and just before you scream my name.”
Katie’s knees almost buckled and her breath caught in her throat in a soft whimper. Jagger felt the slight tremble in her body and he held her closer still, the heat from their bodies increasing, his erection pressing against her while their clothed bodies tortuously rubbed together.
“Let’s go,” Jagger growled low again in her ear, punctuating it with a nip on her earlobe. “I want you…now.”