A/N I am popping my fanfic cherry with this one, and its BAMON. Please R&R. Hope you enjoy.

Bonnie Bennett

Bonnie Bennett was outwardly a woman to admire. She was beautiful, educated, talented, independent, fit, and humorous in her own way. She was respected, and loved by many. Bonnie Just bought her first home. She helped her mother close a deal on a small production company in her hometown. She headed a production in Las Vegas, and was becoming very notable in the dance production world of Sin City. Easily she was the utter and total package. The lucky bastard who would one day lock down Bonnie Bennett would have to do some serious wooing because she was a no none-sense type of woman. However, her lack of discernment when it came to men, was astonishing, for as smart as she was. Bonnie was unlucky in love. Let her tell it and her life and love was dedicated to dance.

She was raised by her Mother Abby and Grandmother. Her father, was absentee most of the time, except around birthdays and holidays. Their relationship was generic at best. The first 12 years of Bonnie's life, her mother and Father were married. Bonnie witnessed, mental and physical abuse. She had a father who was "away" for work often. She doesn't remember when she figured it out, but eventually she discovered her father was "away" with other women cheating on her mother. He never made an effort to really be close to Bonnie, but he always made an effort to spoil her on birthdays and holidays. Those material things could never make up for the lack of time he spent with her, or the lack of protection and love he should have offered his daughter. Bonnie based a good portion of her idea of love from the example that was set for her. Eventually her dad left and her relationship with her mother strained throughout her teen years. She always remained close to her Grams.

Bonnie's mom was the Head of the Performing Arts Department at the University. Her daughter, raised in the performance life, was a ballerina at a young age, well into her teens. After being accepted into a premier Ballet Academy during her high school years, Bonnie developed an eating disorder. The rigorous schedule of her performances and traveling was so strenuous Bonnie was pulled out of public high school and forced to do homeschooling away from her friends, leaving her all alone. She went into depression and eventually the competition to become a principal dancer forced her into bulimia.

After she graduated high school, she decided to leave the Ballet company, and focus on other areas of dance. She let go of ballet for a long while after that. She took classes at the university where her mother headed the performance art department and earned her BFA in Dance with an emphasis on performance and choreography. Because of the hard life that Abby and Bonnie had while her parents were married, it put a strain on their relationship as mother and daughter. It wasn't until Bonnie began working under her mother's tutelage at the university that they began to bond and become closer again. After Bonnie finished interning and graduating she was offered a job in Las Vegas.

Bonnie wanted to be a Production choreographer, with such likes as Alvin Ailey, Martha Graham, and Bob Fosse. Her aspirations were bigger than her small time dreams. She would settle to go back home to Virginia, and work small town production with her Mother. In the meantime, she was in the Las Vegas, big leagues of production. Not New York or LA big leagues, but non-the-less, world famous Las Vegas. It was the foot in the door if she wanted to become an international choreographer. Las Vegas treated Bonnie well in terms of social and financial wealth. She wasn't filthy rich, but she was well off and could afford to take care of herself comfortably and still send money back home for the business venture she was investing in with her mother.

In Las Vegas, Bonnie headed the production of a private, exclusive, burlesque show which she also appeared in as a special guest periodically. This show wasn't open to the general public. Ninety percent of the revenue was made from bookings. Things were falling into place slowly but surely for her. Bonnie loved her job. Her relationship with her mother was great now, they were starting a new production company together back in her hometown, where she would be a distant investor until she decided to move back home and take on the company full time. Her current job paid her well, and offered her connections all around Las Vegas. Her Best friend from her hometown was getting ready to make the move to Las Vegas soon, and her Mom had met the first man she cared for since the divorce from Bonnie's father 15 years ago. Nothing could hold this girl back from the happiness she needed after a rough start.

One night a large Bachelor party booked her burlesque production which meant the gentlemen had an all access full length private show. These parties were usually booked by big spenders and wealthy men. Bonnie made guest appearances in the large private shows. A particular booking in December happened to be the night she met Damon Salvatore. He booked their production to throw a bachelor party for his best friend Alaric. That night Bonnie's life changed drastically.

When Damon met Bonnie

(Alaric's Bachelor Party)

Damon Salvatore was nicknamed the "billionaire play boy." His actual earnings were quite impressive, but no one knew if they were in the millions or billions. Frankly it didn't matter. Unless he was splurging on other people, he was pretty outwardly frugal. Although, when he spent money on people, he WENT ALL OUT. Tonight would be no different. His best friend was marrying his long time fiancé, and Damon swore it would be Alaric's last night of freedom. So if his best friend was going out like that, Damon would make sure he went out Vegas style… with a BANG!

The men had a penthouse suite at the world famous Caesars Palace. In attendance was, Alaric, Enzo, Zack, Stefan, Elijah, Klaus, Kol, Atticus, and Conner. And Damon, of course. Among the men were business associates and other acquaintances. Damon and Klaus were set to meet with the production Manager, which was Bonnie. However, in the case she has to perform, her manager meets with the client instead to avoid mixing business with the pleasure aspect of the show. Her manager, was running late, and at the risk bordering unprofessionalism, Bonnie had to send her assistant, Lexi, to sign contracts with the gentlemen. Lexi was not versed on the business side of the production, but so long as the gentlemen signed and didn't ask a too many questions it would go smoothly she thought.

She thought wrong.

"Sir, I'm sorry, as far as the contract is concerned, whatever you spoke with Ms. Bennett about on the phone prior to tonight is all typed out here." Lexi insured.

"I understand that sweetheart. But I didn't talk to her my assistant April did, and my assistant as you can see is not partaking in this gentlemen's evening."

"I understand that Sir, but I cannot make any changes to the contract that you or your assistant agreed upon."

"Well, now you see that makes me very upset. And we don't want an upset ME. I had an agreement or at least an understanding that touching was not only allowed but involved as a part of the show. If that is not in this contract, I am not signing, and I will take my money…"

Klaus cuts Damon off, "You know Damon, let me handle this from here. Love, you see this can all be settled if you could just alert the production manager, or the general manager that we should love to speak with him before the signing of the contract. Maybe make a gentlemen's agreement of sorts." Klaus was a charmer, there was no doubt about that. The twinkle in his eyes. The pout in his perfect red lips, and the ginger tones in his sandy blonde hair were quite unnerving. His raspy accent was other worldly, and his tone was flirty and sensual, bordering a phone sex operator. This man was English; and a gentleman.

Lexi was enthralled by the Englishman's accent, and against Bonnie's wishes, alerted her to the client's requests.

It takes Bonnie almost 20 minutes to make it out of hair and make-up and doing final checks on her girls before she saunters out front. She threw her hair in a bun and tossed on her black-rimmed, cat-eye shaped, opaque reading glasses. She also put on some black pants and white business button up. Bonnie forgot to button the top three buttons, exposing the top of her cleavage. She would never do such a petty thing on purpose. If there was one thing to be sure about Bonnie Bennett, it is that she was always a consummate professional. Her futile mistake with her three buttons trumped her attempt to tone down her costume to be taking seriously. Especially by rich men who typically saw her as an object.

As she walks closer she notices a man who appears to be highly upset. He's next to a man whose pleasant demeanor eases her anxiety.

Damon is upset, and growing impatient as he begins to threaten to leave the facility and take his business.

Her voice takes a serious tone and she approaches the men with an open mind. "Gentlemen, good evening. I am Ms. Bennett; how can I help you?"

Damon with his back to the woman, talks to the group of men in the bachelor party, "Of course, she's a woman, no wonder she took so long. I have been waiting out here for 20 minutes, over a…" He pauses as he turns to see the beautiful woman before him. She was covered up from wrist to ankle, but her delicate frame could not be missed. She had a small body that was so beautifully curved a man would take a second and third look, even in the masculine attire she was donning. He lost his train of thought for a second. It didn't go unnoticed. "Umm, yes. Excuse me. I didn't mean to get so upset. We have been waiting here with these contracts for over 20 minutes. There is a dispute with one of the requests we had about touching." How did his tone get so calm?

"Well, Sir, No worries for your aggravation. I completely understand. I am here to help in any way I can. Tell me what I can do to keep you and your business here with me and my dancers?" Her low, stern, yet sexy tone was doing something to him. He was staring at her, and did not speak.

"Hello. Mr. Salvatore?" Bonnie repeated, "How can I keep you here, with me? What can I do to make you happy?"

He could think of a lot of things she could do. But he stuck to business. He cleared his throat. "Yes. Well there is a no touching policy. I understand that is with every burlesque show. We were referred to by a business acquaintance, Logan Fell, of your private shows, which is why we chose your establishment to do business with. However, my contract was re-instated to ensure we would get the full- length" (which was contract code for full- service) "private show. This was inclusive to touching as a portion of the performance." He was almost embarrassed to be asking this beautiful woman to allow him to touch other women in her show, but it wasn't for him. "This is a Bachelors party. We wanted a great show. We heard you put on a real classy act. We didn't want a strip club, because those are a dime a dozen. Plus, we didn't need all of what comes with that type of party. We just wanted a little extra with our experience." A little extra consisted of lap dances, topless nudity, and mild touching, Bonnie didn't run a strip club. She hired real professional dancers. Girls who were looking for a transition out of stage theater into production theater. Girls who wanted to leave the traditional stage behind for something more risqué. Bonnie remembers her transition from ballet, and she was giving girls a transition into something that would be a promising future to a dancer's career, but still held true to production choreography. She held auditions semi-annually, and her show was getting so popular in the dance circuit, her sign-ups for auditions were lining around the corners. It was no longer just the transitional move for formal dancers, but the dream of the up and coming dancers as well. She put on a classy act as Damon mentioned. Her shows stayed booked, with packed houses. The production team she headed was becoming high in demand, they were wanted all over Las Vegas, so the company that hired her paid her top dollar to stay. She was obviously their cash cow. So when a person mentions her show being an experience, that is a complete understatement. Her show is the ultimate burlesque experience.

"Of course, Mr. Salvatore. And I know Dr. Fell well, he is actually a friend of the show, and is one of our rotating in house physicians. About your contract, you are absolutely correct. I believe I spoke with your assistant April. I told the assistant to notify you that upon your arrival, code word Contract X was how we know which contract to hand you. We write up two contracts for liability purposes. Sometimes we get clients who change their minds, and we write up two contracts to avoid a delay. This one in your hands is our basic Contract Y, and I will grab you Contract X if you don't mind giving me another few minutes? I know you have waited 20 minutes so far and I apologize I am short staffed tonight." Through her rimmed cat-eye glasses, he caught sight of her Earthy green eyes. A rare, yet beautiful sight. Her eyes held a quality he doesn't see in most women…sincerity. Her lips…He stopped his thoughts there. He was about to imagine those pink, heart-shaped lips doing X-rated things. As he brought his eyes back up to her eyes from her lips, she cautiously bit her bottom lip feeling like that object many rich men saw her as.

"No. No, of course. Go ahead. Take your time. Our show doesn't start for another 30 minutes. I appreciate you taking the time to come out here and handle this, Ms…?"

"Bennett." She spoke surely, remaining professional, she wasn't about to fall for this rich boy's charm.

Damon was hoping for a first name but he'd take what he could get for now. He felt like such an ass. He watched her walk away. She was just as beautiful a vision going as she was coming. Boy did he want to see her cum. He reverted back to the image of her biting her lip, his body reacted to her subtleties. This woman didn't have to move much or say much, she was occupying every ounce of space in his brain. He grabbed a pen out of his jacket pocket and began writing something down.

About two minutes later she returned with said contract. After they signed, she shook both Men's hands. First Klaus, to which he pulled her hand to his mouth and kissed it and spoke lowly and deeply, "Pleasure doing business love." Bonnie smile for the first time and Damon's face lit.

"The pleasure is mine." she ensures Klaus.

She looks at Damon and holds her hand out to shake his. Reluctantly he grabs hers softly and lets it linger there for a while. They both say "thank you" at once, accidentally. They then smile at one another, and Damon's hand is still lingering on hers. After he lets go, she sees a business card in her hand with the personal number circled. In pen its written, "I'm sorry let me make it up to you." Then a totally different number is written out underneath it. They part ways and as they walk away from one another, they each turn to see the other look back simultaneously. Each smiling satisfactorily. She stuffed the card in her pants pocket. He smirks. Once she disappears out of his line of vision, he plots immediately how to make her his.

"You might want to be careful there Damon, I might think you want that beautiful woman."

"What's it to you Klaus? Damon spits.

"I mean, technically… she is fair game." Klaus spoke up.

"I've already staked my claim, technically!" Damon, wasn't one to lose.

"Well, technically, I'M completely single. That is IF we are speaking technically."

"I technically do not have a ball in chain at the moment. Technically. "

"You play a dangerous game brother." Stefan Spoke up. "We all know a break isn't technically a break up."

How technical can a group of men get?

"Who comes back from a break and it actually works?" Damon asks cynically.

"Who takes a break after the age of 25?" Klaus was pulling no punches. "Ms. Bennet strikes me as a one woman, no-nonsense type of gal. I can't be sure, but I will say she is a woman that knows what she wants. You couldn't be fickler of a man."

"Let me guess, she needs a man like you? With your English accent and your charm. That accent ain't fulling no one. You're still a wolf in sheep's clothing. The black sheep if we are being technical."

"Touché. Damon, you are lucky I am drunk and 5 minutes away from a room of beautiful women, many of which I plan to bed tonight. You have tonight to try and gain her attention, because I will be lurking in the shadows, ready to pounce. I can tell she needs a good fucking." Ladies and Gentlemen, introducing Klaus, the gentlemen.

"Why do you say that?" Stefan chimes in.

"Look at the way she talks and walks, there's a subtle sexiness, that she doesn't even realize she has. Women like that haven't been fucked a lot." Klaus, the expert.

"Don't talk about her like that." Damon is unsure why Klaus's statements bother him.

"Listen old chap, this woman is surely different than most, question is, why?"

"Lesbian." Drunken Alaric finally speaks.

They all chuckle. "No. She's straight as a ruler." Klaus acknowledges."

"Maybe she's one of the crazy ones." Stefan chimed in. Damon's eyes widen.

"Career woman. I know that look anywhere. She is a self-made, independent, wrapped up in her career woman. Klaus says. "She needs a good fuck. She knows it too. But she throws herself into her career to not think about it."

"Just don't start something until you finish something else." Stefan was motioning of Damon's current unfinished business with a certain woman in his life. "Good luck with that one." Stefan tells Damon, his only voice of reason. He gives him a look of seriousness. Damon has to lighten the mood.

"I don't need luck. I need a Got Damn drink. Alaric is getting married next weekend, and this is my boys last night of true freedom." A cocktail waitress came by with a round of champagne, and shots of whiskey. The men took their shots and toasted to the night with their champagne.

"To Ric. Here's to fucking the same woman, for the rest of your life. Forever! One woman, only." Damon had to drill it into his head, about his future lifetime of routinely, boring fucking with the same GOT DAMN WOMAN."

Alaric frowned drunkenly at Damon's words.

"To Ric." All of the men drunkenly cheered and laughed.

Alaric chimed in with "TO ME!" He was so drunk he had no idea what was happening.

Bonnie was upstairs finishing up her hair. She had a brief moment of flush fall over her face, and she smiled.

"What's that all about?" Liv, the young blond, with an attitude asked.

"What?" Bonnie says.

"She was being hit on big time by those gorgeous rich men downstairs. My gosh, I have never seen such a large group of good looking men all in the same party. You girls are going to have a ball out there tonight!" Lexi mentions.

"Wait. What's going on? What'd I miss?" Vicky, the sultry, auburn, tressed, Jolie look alike asks.

"Well apparently our lil Bon was getting hit on, and we are performing for hotties." Liv says.

"Yum. I love dancing for a good looking men."

"Vic, Liv, I'll pretend I didn't hear that. Because my girls always perform top notch every night, even for ugly guys."

"Of course Bon, but the incentive is just a little sexier when they're eye candy."

"Vic's right. I hate to sound like a conceited girl, but I feel the same way."

"Really Sage? Because you seem to like the 'old ones'… "Liv mentions.

"Listen, I love a silver fox, but there aren't always silver foxes out there. To which I like a nice clean shaven guy to make eye contact with." She mentions. "Unlike you, you like the hairy ones."

"Hey nothing wrong with a beard or a scruffy face."

"No! Not me" Vicky says, "love a smooth bodied, muscular frame, with a clean face. Ugh, turns me on."

"Well girls, there is a little bit from column A and Column B out there for you guys, so get your best 'come hither' faces on, and your best sex hair. I cannot stress enough, no run in your tights, they show under the light and ABOSLUTELY NO GLITTER! I can't reiterate that enough. It is tacky and stings if it gets in the client's eyes. They also tend to wear expensive clothes. I don't need another dry cleaning bill sent to my office."

"Bon, Salvatore has last dance!" Lexi pointedly yelled out.

"Oh shit!" She totally forgot. "Don't remind me." Which actually she didn't mean. She needed that reminder, because this guy had her thinking twice about herself.

"I guess it's good we don't care about looks, right? Because then you can't get to nervous that you're dancing for the hottest guy in the room." Lexi joked.

"Salvatore? As in Salvatore Corporation?" Isobel, another dancer chimes in.

"I don't know. I don't spy on these clients of mine. Everything is business. Nothing is personal." Bonnie is sure of it.

"Until now! These guys are business investors in most of the casinos in Vegas. Meaning, they have a small percentage of about 90 percent of the casinos here. That is A LOT of money. By a lot, I mean, these guys are loaded. This is no small time, big money, or well off men. These are filthy rich, insanely gorgeous, young investors, with no ties to them legally. I hear the entire family is loaded. They grew up around loaded rich people. They wouldn't even know how to relate to regular people like us." Isobel mentions.

"I can't imagine the types of women they date." Jo, another dancer says.

"Spoiled rich bitches." Sage shouts.

"Privileged socialites. They stick to their kind." Liv says.

"Hmm." Bonnie says. Looking at herself in the mirror.

"Give me one night. I'll make any one of them forget about their pompous lifestyles and pretentious girlfriends." Kim took any challenge thrown her way.

Bonnie speaks loudly to the group of girls, "Ladies, you know the rule. 'We mix our drinks not our business. Pleasures are for showing not for…."

"Sharing." The girls repeat in unison.

"But what you can't see Bonnie, can't hurt you." Sage says they all laugh.

"I didn't hear that." Bonnie laughs and disappears into her office. She looks at herself again after all of her makeup and hair was done. She slowly began unbuttoning the white business shirt she had on, slowly she searched her body for imperfections. Bonnie was a pretty confident woman. The best time to see her confidence was on stage though. There was never more confident a woman, than Bonnie on stage, dancing. Outside of the stage Bonnie was devoted to creating the magic that was production. She grew up in the theater, it was her home. As she removed her shirt, curtain call was being made. She walks out to the girls and wished them a great show, tells them all to break a leg, then kisses every girl on the cheek as a ritual. The girls in the first number were already in position downstairs and Bonnie was in her office removing her clothing. She looked at herself and wondered, what Damon saw when he looked at her the way he did. She browsed at her silhouette, realizing she was shorter than most Ballerinas, she noticed her curves, and remembered how her ballet instructors told her she needed to lose weight. Bonnie's average size was a 5 at 125 lbs, sitting around 5'2" with a very toned build. She wasn't 5'9" 110 lbs at a size 1, and because of this she became bulimic when she was younger. She got down to a size 1 at 90 lbs and never fully recovered mentally. She is forced to judge herself for the rest of her life. She was scared physically and mentally from ballet. So rebelling and going into Burlesque made her feel accepted again. Made her feel whole, and dancing was fun again. Her copper skin was smooth. The lines of her body and the color of her skin were not the minority anymore. She allowed her mind to be satisfied with what she saw. Outwardly she had the perfect life. It was the inside that needed work. Bonnie looked on the ground and saw a white card, she picked it up. It didn't read a title, it simply said Damon Salvatore Business inquiries and there were three numbers. One of the numbers was circled, and then there was another number written under the phrase, "I'm sorry. Let me make it up to you!"

What could he possibly want? She wondered. Her hand began tingling in the spot his lingered. She felt a small sensation in the pit of her belly and she began to relax into her seat. She closed her eyes imagining his face and got lost in the icy blue orbs he used to dissect her with. She was unsure how he had any effect on her at all. His cologne was still tickling her nose, and his lips moved ever so carefully when he spoke. He spoke like a man who dined carefully on his food, savoring every bite, every lick, every swallow of his food. He looked like a man who didn't stop eating until he was satisfied. His appetite looked hefty. Her seat began to get wet and bonnie snapped out of her engrossment of Damon Salvatore. He was just another rich guy who looked at her like an object. He wasn't interested in her, and at this point he probably forgot about her.

As the night went on, the men got profusely drunk and they thoroughly enjoyed the multitude of private dances. The money put towards the private, full-length parties ensured most access that general public was not only unaware existed, but was only granted for high rollers. Most Burlesque shows in Las Vegas were "NO TOUCH" zones. This establishment was not on the strip. It was off the radar to the majority of the general public. The men got what they paid for and then some. Alaric passed out after he got his private double dance from Isobel and Jo. He handpicked the two dark hair, blue eyed beauties. He was into that dark and sexy exotic look. Oddly enough his soon-to-be wife had blonde hair, brown eyes, and the sweet, girl next door look. But they'd been together over 5 years, it was time to get married, right? Time to tie the matrimonial knot. The one eternal fuck he'd have for the rest of his life, was a woman he was barely even attracted to anymore, sure he loved her but was love enough? This was his last night to bring his fantasies to life. Damon went all out for his friends. Those two dancers took him and disappeared with Alaric for about an hour. No one knows what happened, and Alaric won't remember. The only two witnesses were Isobel and Jo. Who were lesbian lovers.

It was time for the Final solo performance of the night. It happened to be a lap dance. This dance was for Damon Salvatore. He may not have been the bachelor of the hour, but he was the man who forked out the expenses for this extravagant party. By the nights end he was raking up quite a pretty penny. The man who foot the bill always got the best dance, even better than the actual bachelor. It was always a surprise dance.

Damon Salvatore remained mildly active for the duration of the party. While he loved to go all out for his friends, he mostly liked to observe. He was not a party guy per say. He could enjoy a party with the best of them, but he enjoyed observing. The music started and Damon had no idea what awaited him. He did not touch one woman the entire night. His mind remained fixed on the beautiful Ms. Bennett and her perfect Mocha skin. He drank his bourbon and had a good time with his boys. It couldn't get much better than this, he thought, bachelorhood, money, drinks, friends, and beautiful women. Tonight, only one woman in particular caught his eye. He couldn't get his mind off of her. So he tried to enjoy the rest of the night, and he did. He drank merrily, laughed profusely, cursed belligerently and allowed himself to forget about the moments in his life, outside of this night. All that mattered to him was tonight.

The lights went out and all sound ceased. The music started, and it was the strum of a guitar, and the sound of light speaker static. A man's voice in alto came in, then he was familiar with this song…

When the one spot light shined down on center stage, there was a just a ballet bar. A familiar, delicate, curvy frame took slow dragging steps toward the bar. She appeared naked. On the contraire. She was dressed in a barely there, black, lace, corseted, one piece. She had on thigh high, leather legwarmers, with garters. Her breasts were pressed up slightly, and her waist ever so synched. A side view of the silhouette appeared in black shadow. Her dance began as a simple stretch on the bar, like a dancer in the studio with no one watching. The girl at the bar stretched like an acrobat. She was very flexible. Her flexibility was so impressive his manhood was thinking ahead of him. The pressure in his pants was building as he sat in the audience carefully observing her.

After a little bit of stretching, her hips began rolling to the music in a way he had never seen a woman's hips move. She lowered her body to the ground, to a crawling position and her legs popped out in a center split until she slid forward out of the split, rolling onto her back, and once again, her body was moving in a way he has only seen a woman move in his dreams. She managed to roll her hips on the ground and move in a way that made every man in the room wish he were on top of her. She was flat on her back, facing the ballet bar now, she grabbed onto it with her hands maneuvering her body back off of the ground to where her back was facing the audience. She then grabbed the bar, and in the most careful way rolled her body over the bar backwards to the other side of it. Now she was facing the shocked crowd.

The woman stands up right in the shadows of the spotlight with perfect posture. Her face was still covered in darkness. As she stood upright, not moving but one part of her body, she brings her right leg slowly up, inch by inch from tendu to passé to a full extension, until her toes are pointed up to the sky in a hill stretch. Her leg is now outstretched, extended, next to her body, with toes pointed to the sky. The sheer muscular strength in this woman's body brought gasps from the audience, and pure stunned silence. All attention was on her. Every man in the bachelor party, every dancer, and waitress stopped and stood. The lyrics penetrated the dead air.

Bring your love baby I could bring my shame

Bring the drugs baby I could bring the pain

I got my heart right here

I got my scars right here

Bring the cups baby I could bring the drink

Bring your body baby I could bring you fame

And that's my motherfucking words too

Just let me Motherfucking love you

Her leg was still in the air, using pure muscular strength, slowly she turned her upper body toward the same leg which was pointed to the celling, and facing her leg now with her arms in a high 5th position, she bent her body backwards into a walk over and as she came out of it, she sauntered to the stairs at the frontal edge of the stage and drug her feet in a slow jazz walk toward the man who was trying to see the face of the woman who was making him hard.

She walked toward Damon remembering her personal no touch rule. 'No touching No kissing.' She was the boss. She never got personal with clients. In some magnetic way, his body called to her. Her body obliged. Bonnie had no idea how she was going to get through this portion of the show without touching him. This man was so unbelievably handsome, her nipples hardened looking at him. His eyes were so piercingly blue they were almost see through. His skin was tanned, but fair and much lighter than hers. His reddish pout was ready to be ravaged, black hair ready to be pulled, and a penetrative gazed that spoke to her soul. He had a tall frame, medium build, and a muscular, statuesque physique. His hands were manly and strong like the bulge in his pants. Seeing his manhood through his pants gave the small framed woman a big ego. She was about to put it on him, unaware that her body was planning on breaking her minds rules.

Listen ma I'll give you all I got

Get me off of this

I need confidence in myself, yeah yeah yeah oh, yeah oh

Listen ma I'll give you all of me give me all of it

I need it all to myself

The mystery girl drew closer and closer his direction. He was completely unaware she was headed for him until she stood in front of him. His brow furrowed, and as he sat she stood with her belly in his direct line of sight. His tense face softened, and his eyes looked at her beautiful belly, then up at her attempting to see her face. His eyes drew back to her belly as her belly dance was mesmerizing him. She grabbed the back of his head by the hair, and then in the classiest way possible, she put his face in her crotch area. Her head dropped back and she rolled it back up as she pulled his head back off of her crotch by his hair. She stepped directly over his lap and straddles him. Damon's eyes widened as he came face to face the woman who was taunting him (HER). Icy blue eyes glared into emerald ones and just as he tried to penetrate her soul, she put her hands back threw his hair until she reached the back of his head, and yanked it back doing something she has never done before to a client. Bonnie licked him from the start of his neck slowly up to his chin. Her warm tongue slowly slid up his skin. Feeling his newly grown stubble turned her on. He was trying not to get hard from the warmth of her tongue on his skin. Her tongue made its way to his face just below his lips. He hated people touching his face, but she would be the exception. Just as her tongue was about to meet his lips, she pulled it off of his skin and put her lips together and began blowing along the wetness her tongue trailed behind. The cool sensation drove him crazy. She was making this man want her, and she didn't even know it. She was licking and blowing this man like a woman starved for his body.

Bonnie grabs Damon's face forcefully with her hands and brings them face to face, he's so turned on he's mad. He glares at her with an angry, ready to kill eyes. His intimidation tactic just turns her on. Bonnie carefully places herself right on top of his crotch. Her warmth is instantly felt by Damon, and his manhood pushes up against her. He is partially embarrassed of how easily she turns him on. It was a stroke to her ego, and she knows she is taking back charge of her body. At the start of her dance his body called to her, her body obliged without her consent. Now, Bonnies eases herself more comfortably, pressing her womanhood onto him, and her breast against the hardness that is his chest. He can see the sweat bubbling up on the crease of her breast, he is so close he can hear her heart beat. The sweat on his forehead is now collecting. When he looks down at her breast, that are sitting directly in his face, the sweat from his forehead form into a small collection of water, and drips right on to her breast. This small, yet enticing move caused a throbbing in Bonnie. Damon instantly felt Bonnie's nipples harden against his chest. His manhood twitches and Bonnie feels it. She knows she has him where she wants him now. She begins grinding on his lap. Her womanhood is directly lined over his manhood, and as she rolls her hips back and forth and grinds into him, they look like they are straight fucking on the chair, in front of all of his friends, and their co-workers. Every one of them speechless. The movement has taken them both by surprise as they are realizing they want to do much more. Damon's eyes close for a brief moment, and he is imagining Ms. Bennett on top of him, naked, riding him. His body was enjoying her, yearning for her, needing her. She was answering his call, and alas it was just a tease. He wasn't inside of her and she wasn't naked. So he opened his eyes, and it was his lucky day. Bonnie was biting her lip, rolling with a particular rhythm, and her breathing was in sync with her motions. Her movements are causing great friction and as Bonnie begins to get turned on. She realized that she never gets like this with clients. Bonnie doesn't touch or allow touching with her own body. Her dancers yes, but she is the boss, it's not professional. She realized she fucked up. She tries to feign a new movement in her dance that would allow her to get up making it to look like part of the act. She got him all hot and bothered. She needed to ease her way off of his lap and try finishing her dance standing. She truly believes she is in the clear, standing ready to rotate direction off of him, and Damon grabs her hips, and forcefully sits her back on to his cock. Her eyes widen. 'WTF?' She was thinking. Her straight shock had to quickly disappear before the audience noticed it. She looks at the man with his manhood poking her lady bits, and he says very clearly to her "Two can play that game Ms. Bennett!" He smirks at her. The music's lyrics become too personal now.

Let me see you dance

I love to watch you dance

Take you down another level

And get you dancing with the devil

Take a shot of this

But I'm warning you

I'm on that shit that you can't smell baby

So put down your perfume

Bonnie tries to maneuver around his strength, but effortlessly he holds her down, and now his fingers are gripping her ass tightly. Her perfectly round, beautiful, ass, is being gripped so firmly, that she can't struggle without ruining the show. She continues dancing, and tries creating a few more inches between them. He doesn't allow her to. The moment between Bonnie and Damon is tensing up. Never has she ever had a client try to force her into a lap dance. She has never had a client control her body during her performance. The rolling of her hips becomes a little deeper. If he won't let her move, she's going to make this hard for him too. As the two go toe for toe, in the chair, Bonnie begins nibbling Damon's ear. He fucking loves it too. Her hips are rolling and his hands are gripping her ass, his hardness continually poking her through his pants and she gasps. The music is so loud that only he hears her. Her body becomes more entangled into the darkness that is Damon Salvatore, it is responding to his breath against her neck, the grip on her back side, the hardness poking her middle, the drips of sweat from his forehead to her breast, and the devilish look in his eyes. She tries to stop rolling her hips, and he continues moving her hips to his liking, he is so strong she can't stop him.

"What the hell are you trying to do to me?" Bonnies whispers. "I can't do this. You have to let me go." She tries to worm her way out of his tight hold. He won't let her go. "Please." She pleads.

"Never." He whispers with a devilish grin.

Bonnie looks at Damon like he is crazy, and realizes that he is utterly insane. His fair skin, Icy eyes, Red lips, and black hair; he is the Devil. "Please let me go." He continues moving her hips back and forth against her will. He is moving her body against his, wanting to turn her on. Her mouth says one thing, but her body says another. 'Was Klaus right?' He wonders. 'Does this woman need to get fucked?' He wants to make Bonnie sweat, and he is determined to win over her body one way or the other. She smells too sweet, she feels too soft, she looks too mesmerizing, she sounds like music to his ears when she is moaning lowly, trying to fight his advances. "Omg. Stop. Stop it." Her cries are barely moans. Back and forth, back and forth. He moves her, knowing now the way she likes it. The friction is unwavering; she is no longer in control of her body. He took back control of her and she can't help but to moan in his ear. Her moan is so breathy and it deepens. She is starting to get a slight pitch in her tone, and this sound is like a woman on the verge of crying tears of joy. "Oh my gahhh. This feels so good. Ahh ahh, no stop it." She jerks up and looks him in the penetrating eyes of his. "Why are you doing this? What do you want from me?"

"I want… to be inside of you!"

Her eyes widen, then shut, and she grabs him around the neck and puts her nose against his nose, and her for head against his, in dire need of covering her face, Damon's words send Bonnie over the edge, and she cums right there. All of the lights black out. The roar of the crowd is so thunderous that they could not hear Bonnie scream as she released on Damon's lap. Their faces were so close they were breathing heavily in and out of one another's air, their mouths almost touching. Bonnie goes to get up, and Damon kisses her, and before he could get his tongue in her mouth, she pulls away and takes off before the lights come up.

Luckily there are 15 second blackouts after performances. The dark strobe lighting also made it hard for anyone to see exactly what was happening between them during the performance. Not to mention they were all piss drunk. When the lights came up slowly they were only red to dimly light the room. Damon's boys were all looking at him with lipstick on his face. The cheers ensued and it was official. Every man was jealous of him.

He knew after what happened between them she wouldn't be back. As his boys continued their partying and drinking, Damon's reason for staying was gone. He left the party before the guys and went back to his room to finish what he started with her alone. Thanks to Ms. Bennett, when he touched himself tonight, he had all the motivation to have a happy ending. He came over and over again thinking about that dance. Hearing her breathy moans, her whispering words, her warm tongue, her cold breath, her scent. Before he fell asleep, Damon swore, he was going to have Ms. Bennett all to himself. She would be his. Mark his words.

Remembering how plump her ass felt between his fingers, and how warm her center was against the crotch of his pants, he fucked himself silly, with her beautiful flawless, image, in his mind. Then he was out like a light.

That is the night Bonnie Bennett met Damon Salvatore. The night her life changed, and it was only a brief glimpse into what was in store for them. They were always fire and ice.

*WORDS IN BOLD ITALIC paragraphs are song lyrics of the artist The WEEKND song title is Wicked Games

*I do not own these characters, just this story.