WARNING SLIGHT SMUT

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Tommy's date was going horrible. He had hoped that Michelle would appreciate the romantic dinner- non the less feel maybe a little nostalgic at the fact that the restaurant they were at was where Tommy had purposed to her. But nothing. It was like she was a barbie. She was fake. And Tom Quincy couldn't believe that this was the women he had once married.

" Tommmm I hope you don't mind.. I thought we could skip out on desert and just head over to the club now." whined Michelle

She was bored out of her mind-and couldn't wait to go flirt with some other industry guys and musicians, movie stars too- at the opening of the club. She knew she didn't have to fake her interest at the dinner because she had a trick up her sleeve at the club.

Tommy let out a huge sigh.

" Sure Michelle…whatever you want" replied Tommy tiredly. He was done.

They hopped into the Viper, and within fifteen minutes were in the core of downtown Toronto. Tommy threw the keys to a vallet , as they bypassed the long line of nobodies- who were hoping to get in somehow.

As soon as they arrived to the club it was like Michelle was a completely other person. For the first hour, all she could do was keep her hands all over Tommy. He was shocked but pleased at this change of interest. Maybe she was just nervous at dinner?

" Tom- do you wanna dance?" she asked.

A pounding song now coming onto the speakers.

I know you want me by Pittbull overcoming the dance floor… the Latin flavor of music getting everybody up.

"I know you want me (want me) you know I want cha (want cha) I know you want me you know I want cha (want cha) I know you want me (want me) you know I want cha (want cha) I know you want me You know I want cha (want cha)"

Michelle grinding up against Tommy's crotch, her hands slipping under his shirt. Suddenly everything that Tommy had been thinking flew right out the door.

" Tom- I know you want me… wanna go somewhere a little more private?"

Tom Quincy was speechless- the feeling of lust and passion completely over coming him.

Michelle pulled him through the crowd by the hand, dragging Tommy to the VIP section.

Tucked away in a corner of the room, Michelle pushed Tommy onto the plush red velvet couch. She straddled his lap , her warm center arousing his ever growing dick. Michelle kissing up Tommy's smooth neck. Her steady hands unzipping his jeans, pulling him out of his boxers, running her hand up and down his now wet shaft. Going down on her knees Michelle used her tongue to dart gently around the head of his pounding manhood.

Tommy just couldn't take him any longer- it was as if someone else had taken over his body. Pulling down her lace thong, Tommy pulled down his boxers slamming into the warm depths of Michelle. Kissing Tommy roughly, Michelle smiled inwardly knowing that she had complete control of Tommy. Finally reaching both of their orgasms, the pair cleaned up, and than Michelle stood up.

" Where are you going babe?" asked Tommy, confused. He thought that by Michelle having sex with him- it meant that their relationship was back on track. Instead she was up and leaving?

" I'm just going to go and say hello to some old friends from the biz Tom. Look I'll probably be a while so why don't you go home. I'll call a cab. Bye Tom!"

And with that Tom's heart shattered in two- it was no longer just Jude's heart that was breaking.

And with that, Michelle Quincy's plan was almost complete.