Enticing Green Dress

Chapter one: Establishing my game.

It's the game plan for every Friday night. A routine procedure Goten and I thought up just to make our night a little bit more, sensational. The fun can commence at any top notch club; Zed's, Big Bee's, oh, and my absolute favorite, Window. These places, you are guaranteed any female of your liking, and all of them are in need for a hot lay. Now a good screw is just the easy part of the "Game" the real challenge is getting the girl to take you back to her place, there the fun turns into elation. The fellow who can sleep with his "implement", pay her, and receive a call the next day from the same broad just to set up another get together, wins. We figured a real bet would be too much, well he figured, I knew I would win every time, besides the prize it's self is the women, and one or two good lays is all real bachelors needs to ignite an enthusing weekend; it's the game, my game.

_~Club Window~ 12:51 P.M. ~_ Friday Night.

Strobe (Dj Marky & S.P.Y Remix) DeadMau5

Nothing like a little Dubstep to start off my night; lights, heat, and alcohol, all the factors were in play; I scoped the dance floor deciding what my hair color of the evening would be.

"I think I'm feeling for more of a brunette tonight!" Goten screamed in my ear; we thought too much alike.

"Same here." With that said a hot tamale slowly etched her way to the bar I was casually leaning against; my brunette.

She wore a tight orange dress; it practically formed to every curve of her body. Her frame was so tan that the dress seemed to blend in with her skin. Low cut, short length, tight ass, firm breasts, hell yea, she was definitely prey tonight.

"Bacardi, please." She leaned over to smile at the bartender to emphasize etiquettes of using, please. I took one long gander at her, ideas of what tonight could be like, her long slender legs being the prompter to my impish thoughts.

"How are you doing tonight?"

As soon as she said something I realized I was staring at her legs for an extensive, dreadfully obvious amount of time.

She looked right at me; grey hues set on mine; the British accent still rolling along my ear drum.

I grinned.

"You know, you're making this too easy." I said to her right in her ear. I strained every word making sure I was in close.

"Making what easy?"

God, she was naïve. Any other man would know what I meant as soon as I grinned. She invited me into conversation, giving me an open door to walk in, making my job, "too easy". Now all I had to do was sweet talk her and hope she was feisty.

"The plan." Step one initiated before I even walked into the door; come to a club which surely had a broad who was too green to the way of men.

"And what plan would that be?" She turned to me fully as I had to resist looking straight on at her breasts, which the skin tight flesh colored dress did poorly at containing them.

"My plan to actually get the courage to come and talk to you."

Her smile unearthed the unremitting need she knew I was willing to endow.

A day after Luna and I ended our flop of a one night stand, on the usual note all the other girls leave on, I was home. Left alone, basking in the upshot decadence of contentment kept me from thinking of what my life had turned out to be. I was a player, a bachelor set astray to his true disposition. The pleasure, meant only to use love for sex. Just as the saying goes, men use love for sex and women use sex for love, cliché but true. Too many times have I witnessed women throw themselves at a men if it meant they could hear those simple three words. Simple sounds can set a women's heart into turmoil, and that's what makes my game so easy.

The clash of alerts drew me back, I was grinning. The thought of how wispy a woman's heart is, made me drift into a muse like a mad man. Damn, I surely hit rock bottom. The rhythmic ringing of the phone and my doorbell skewed my vision; I knew it was someone annoying on both sides. I figured the phone would stop ringing and if not I can always unplug it, but the person at the door, by the tune they were playing with the ringer, wasn't going anywhere soon.

With a huff and a groan I went to the door.

As I twisted the knob she busted through, arms flailing, voice raised, aggravated, too much like, mom.

"Where the hell do you get off?" Bra screamed.

Her tone was heated and I was still stuck in my sensual high, my mind drifting to the other night. I was in no mood to fight with her.

"Well, hello to you too, baby sister." I grinned as she slammed her stuff on the couch. I could tell from the Chanel and Victoria Secret's bags that she had just come from her parade of shopping.

"Don't give me that bull, where do you get off, huh?" Standing in the middle of my living room she screamed, now if I had not of had this spat with her too many times before I wouldn't be able to mouth her words in the exact motion.

*BEEP*

"Hi Trunks it's uh, it's Luna."

Over Bra's deafening shouts I had forgotten the phone was still ringing.

"I was just calling to…um…..well I just wanted to say how the other night was….um…well…..magnificent! I was just calling to see if you wanted to get together again and maybe talk or…..well do whatever you want…anyway, call me back when you get a chance, bye."

I smiled. I guess this means I win.

"You're disgusting…" Bra spoke low, still starring at the phone which beeped making me aware that Luna's message had saved.

"You are just so childish and an idiot, and….and a...fucking dumbass if you think that you can live the rest of your life this…..this…..like a …..damn whore!"

Her words were harsh, definitely, but I was too happy with what I did. Shit, call me a whore, slut, even a piece of shit eating cock bag, but above it all, I was getting laid.

"You don't even care?" She spoke softly. It was that sudden change in atmosphere which made me look into her eyes. She was crying.

"Every night, I hear from Goten about how you bagged another girl, about how you are just too into your, "Game". You know, Goten doesn't even play anymore, he was the mature man that saw games at 29 aren't the same when you wake up alone every Thursday morning."

As though coming here to yell at me was a huge mistake, she picked up her bags hurriedly.

"I want to help you, I want to see you happy, I want to see you with a woman who loves you, and not some bitch you picked up at a club."

By that time she had made it to the door, and stopped. Why I couldn't say anything, I don't know. I wanted to act like the old self-absorbed Trunks, and indulge in my knack of being sexable. Though, her words hit the sentiment I tried to ignore, the part of my heart that ached every time I came back to my apartment after stepping out on another quick fuck; the loneliness.

"Go ahead and keep playing, "Your Game," and see where it gets you." Her back was to me, hand on the door knob, head turned, eyes grazing the outline of my figure, and yet blurred by the buildup of tears. "Just don't pass up love, for all you know it might be the last time a woman would want to show it to you."

She left me again, another spat come and gone, but this time I was listening.

_~_~_~ Club Zed~_1:35 A.M._

DeadMau5 – (Hi Friend)

Hell yea, I resorted back to my old ways. I needed a break, an escape if you will. I couldn't stand sitting in that dull apartment when I had so many beautiful women to see, so many who want to see me. Where else was I supposed to go? In clubs was the only time I actually felt in my zone, the only place where I knew I had some control, even if it was only over one hot raven haired girl in a tight green dress.

"Damn," that was all that seemed to stumble from my mouth as I watched her move on the dance floor. It was lime green, maybe lighter, but with the dim lights and the spectrum of colors flashing from wall to wall, shit the damn thing could have been blue, it didn't matter what color her dress was, not any more. She was hot. Her long black hair grazed every curve of her body as she bobbed around, the light feathery strands ended right above her ass giving me a nice view of it within the confines of her tight glossy dress. Her complexion was tan, maybe natural, but what did I know? Time after time I try to examine a woman in a club where no luminous light exists. No matter, this babe was definitely taking me home.

Her head fell back as her hands ran through her hair, eyes closed. She was alone.

She swayed at a steady motion, I suppose calming down from the last song that just finished playing, action needed to be taken now.

I stood abruptly, my eyes set on my prey, my prize. Hell tonight was going to be a great night regardless of Bra's words earlier. This girl screamed the need to be subjugated, and I was just the man to fulfill her.

Before I knew it her body pressed against mine. I was behind her as she accidently brushed her ass over my crotch.

She turned to me and looked up into my eyes. Holy hell, emerald green, her eyes seemed brighter than her dress when splashed with hits of orange and yellow lighting. They were so innocent but as soon as her snooping pupils trailed the line of my nose down to my lips, they turned devious.

"My bad" She said.

Cloud nine, cloud fucking nine, that's where I am. She was absolutely gorgeous when her legs, breasts, and lips are in close enough reach for an assault.

"It's no problem." I said back with a smile.

The next song began.

Usher – (Hot Tottie)

She turned again and began to move in place, with me still behind her.

"You wanna dance?" I asked in her ear, closing the space that was hardly in between us to begin with.

She laughed a little not even bothering to look back at me.

"You're back there aren't you?"

This time she grounded her ass against my crotch moving in a rhythmic indication to the beat making me get more comfortable with her overwhelming sex appeal.

My hands slowly made their way to her hips gliding with her irresistible motion. Her head was lightly pressed on chest as her hands made their resting place on the sides on my neck.

That's where we were for what felt like years, rubbing, grinding, feeling each other and basking in the overall arousal. Well, my arousal.

She turned slowly, my hands sliding along her dress, still on her hips till finally she faced me. Her warm palms on my chest, her hot breath on my neck did nothing for my aching plea of release.

"I'm so cold, I'm so cold…You want me to make you better?"

She whispered huskily in my ear. It wasn't long before I realized what she whispered was part of the song, accept the last part, the question.

I looked down at her as she looked at me with the same glint I recognized. She wanted exactly what I wanted, what they all usually in the end want.

Before I was going to ask her if she wanted to go back to her place, her hand made its way to the front of my Armani pants, grazing my stiff disturbance. She sucked in a breath, licking my neck in the process, and mumbled.

"Your place, now."

They we were, making out in front of my apartment door. I was the only resident on the top floor so I didn't need to worry about disturbances. All I needed was her, the brown skinned, greened eyed, divinity, which was working on my belt buckle as I shuffled for the key. As we stumbled in she shoved me towards the couch, I plopped down dumb founded with my pants draping at my ankles. I watched enticed by her roaming hand, that started from the end of her dress, which was about mid-thigh, and it slowly etched its way up, over her stomach, along her breast, and behind her back. The first crunch of the zipper unraveling turned my hard on into stone. Just sitting there, inspecting on this deific beauty slowly undress herself was unreal.

Silk bra with panties to match, and two full breasts peeped at me as though I was some innocent child stuck with candy which I had no idea what to do with. Her body was spectacular, long slender legs, a toned stomach, and damn did her ass keep me grinning. I couldn't take her torture. This show and tell game was getting nerve racking. I wanted to rub, touch, taste every inch of her mocha skin.

She read my mind for in seconds she straddled my waste and unbuttoned my shirt and annihilated my senses with every fierce kiss and tongue lashing I was forced to dare not enjoy.

This girl was drowning me in this all new ascendancy I thought she needed, but I was the one being govern.

Her hands trailed down my chest and the hairs on my arms stood on end. I drove my hips upwards eager to feel what the woman had to offer. I could feel the heat and wetness leaching from the thin layer of underwear she had on. As soon as our sexes came into enclosed contact she moaned erotically in my ear; purposely, because after that I died to hear the sound again. I was overcome with the disastrous flow of nostalgia.

I bit my lip as her hands made their way lower. I elongated my back just to feel her supple palms on my now sensitive chest. My eyes shut slowly as her fingers toyed with the band of my boxers. I glided my erection over her covered pussy one more time just to let her know what exactly she was here for. The luscious moan escaped her lips again, but this time a giggle followed after, right in my ear.

"Don't worry babe, I can guarantee you, you're gonna get fucked." She wore a sly smile leaving me stunned at her confident demeanor, and how much the word "fucked," coming from her lips, sent me beyond the saying, ready to explode.

She licked the tip of my nose and pulled back the elastic of my boxers, letting the cool air embrace my throbbing dick.

"Ah, fuck." I moaned and leaned my head back wishing she'd replace that air with something warm or moist, hell both even.

I felt the elastic snap back, striking my skin with displeasure. Before I could look at her confused about the unnecessary cock teasing she grabbed my clothed dick with both hands and pressed it into her heat. Even though I couldn't feel the skin contact I truly wanted, the tightness at the tip of my dick was more than enough for me to moan out more profanity. She did the same, still prodding herself with my puppet of a penis. Pressing her warm cheek on mine and breathing hotly on my ear she whispered.

"Are you gonna take control or am I gonna have to ride you and call you my bitch?"

Damn, she really didn't make this easy.

What went on was what happens every night I go out for a good fuck, it was pure sex; rough, electrifying, interminable sex that was unlike any other one night stand, but this one was extraordinary.

_~_~_8:30 A.M. ~_

I rumbled from the sudden change of passion within the sheets. I opened my eyes to the shaded room, my room. The clicks that soon faded from the room to the next were what caught my attention to the figure that made its way out of the door.

Damn, for a one night stand I broke some pretty big rules. Brining the chick back to my place, fuck, what hold did she have on me? I moved out from under the covers to sit up straight. I leaned over toward the night stand hoping to turn on the lamp. I'd rather get use to the stifled ray of my lamp before I go and open the curtains.

My hand brushed against layers of paper, at first I thought it was paper work, so I actually opened my eyes more to see a stack of green sitting on the edge of my table.

"What the fuck?"

Five hundred dollars, all in hundreds, and a note that said,

Thanks for the good time. I hope the money I left was satisfactory.

The name is Darcy by the way, seeing as we never got a chance to exchange names.

Call me if you want to have some more fun. I'll surely pay more.

A smiley face was all that showed that Darcy really enjoyed our romp. Her number was nowhere to be seen on the old bar napkin. Sad thing is, I actually looked for her damn number too. Who knew if the five hundred dollars was proof that she really liked it, shit it could've been chump change to her.

So, I sat there, in my bed, in my place, and covered in the afterglow of amazing, yet disappointing sex, and including the intolerable feeling of déjà vu. I was a total jack ass, this being now proven, but one thing I did know for sure;

Her dress was green.