Nick looked around the room, taking in the black leather couches with leopard spotted pillows,, neon signs, zebra printed carpet, potted palm trees, and a small bar, trying to keep his gaze anywhere but on Brandie. He knew he'd blush if he looked at her- something about her flirtatious smile and remembering the way she'd looked on stage earlier- he could practically feel the crimson creeping into his cheeks- not to mention his heart beating faster.
AJ took a seat at the bar and watched Kirsten and Brandie hop over it before turning to look at Nick. He chuckled quitely as he noticed Nick's eyes following Brandie's every move.
"What do you think, J?" Brandie asked, tapping AJ's arm. "You think Nick can handle a proper initiation?"
"A what?" Nick squeaked, mostly to himself.
Kirsten giggled at Nick's expression, "I don't know if he can take it, B."
AJ slapped Nick across the back. "Let him have it. He just might surprise you, Brandie." he said, winking at her.
"Ohhhhh" Brandie purred, reaching across the bar to trail her finger down the side of Nick's face. "I like suprises."
Nick swallowed hard, wondering what exactly this "initiation" was going to involve. He didn't have to wait long, Brandie was immediately vaulting herself back over the bar, practically landing in his lap.
"See, Nick, this is how it works..." Brandie began explaining as she stood in front of him, her hands slipping under his shirt, easing the material up with them. "All official members of The Player's Club- and there's very few of them- have to be initiated.." She paused to pull his shirt over his head and toss it to Kirsten.
Kirsten hid Nick's shirt under the bar, and when Brandie moved away for a second to grab a few bottles of alcohol, leaned over to whisper to Nick, "You should feel priviledged. Brandie doesn't usually do this. She normally just breaks a bottle at the bar downstairs, pours it over someone and tells them they're allowed to come back to the Club. She must like you."
Nick could feel his breath catch, partly because of what Kirsten had said, but mainly because of the way Brandie's eyes were roaming over his chest and the devilish smirk on her lips.
Brandie motioned for NIck to stand up and waited as he obeyed her, following her silent instructions to follow her over by a long table. "Bring the drinks over" she called to Kirsten, and then turned to Nick. "Lay down."
"What??" Nick asked, looking bewilderedly at the table.
Brandie shook her head and put her hands on Nick's chest, feeling him tremble slightly at her touch as she pushed him back onto the table.
Kirsten appeared at Brandie's side and smiled at Nick. "This is your test."
"My what???" he asked, carefully watching Brandie out of the corner of his eye.
Kirsten leaned down to answer him. "Your test... see how you react, mainly to her..." She'd barely finished her sentence when Brandie took a shot glass filled with Kahlua and began drizzling it's contents over Nick's bare chest.
Nick looked down , watching as Brandie licked her lips and then crawled up onto the table, kneeling beside him. Her tongue followed the path of the liquid, licking it off his skin with long slow strokes.
Brandie glanced up at Nick, delighting in the expression on his face- he looked nearly pained, as if he was trying to keep everything in, like he wouldn't give her the pleasure of knowing she was turning him on. She could feel that his breathing was becoming ragged, and let one hand trail lightly over his chest as she used the other to reach for another glass, this time Chambord and vodka.
"Mmmm mmm mmm, my favorite." she said quietly as she poured the purplish liquid across his chest, making sure she covered his nipples with the sticky shot.
Nick tried his best to keep from squirming as he realized what she'd be doing. He couldn't deny that he was totally turned on, his cock was throbbing, trapped in the confines of his leather pants, but he didn't have to let her know what she was doing to him, though it was quickly becoming impossible to hide.
Brandie rearranged herself, straddling Nick's waist- she knew if she slid back any, she'd be able to feel just how much he was enjoying this "test" and she wasn't going to allow herself to be tempted like that just yet. She gave him a teasing grin and then leaned down, blowing gently over his nipple before taking a few gentle bites at him, then licking over and around the darker flesh as Nick bit his lip to keep from moaning.
Nick could only vaguely hear AJ whooping and hollering as Brandie continued to torment his body with her tongue and teeth. Something about this girl he knew nothing about had him hotter than he could remember ever being. He didn't want her to stop, didn't want the desire in him to stop building. He bit his lip as Brandie reached for the third shot, and moved back, her ass brushing over his cock, a move he was sure was intentional.
Brandie settled just above Nick's knees, pouring the Orgasm shot across his abs and pooling the rest of the liquid in his belly button. She heard Nick suck in a breath, probably in attempt to keep from reacting to what she was about to do. She quickly bowed her head, her tongue immediately going to work at licking up the shot.
Kirsten watched as Nick's face scrunched up, as if he was trying to ignore whatever it was that Brandie's attention was making him feel. She moved over to the table and leaned to whisper in his ear, "Just let go. She won't stop until you do..."
Nick didn't need Kirsten's encouragement, the feeling of Brandie's tongue flicking in and out of his belly button and swirling slowly down his 'happy trail' was getting to be to much for him to resist and he moaned loudly, his hands grasping at the sides of the table.
Brandie finished licking up the remnant of the shot, and sat back up, smiling. "You pass."
Nick opened his eyes and looked at her, trying his best to keep from breathing hard, and wondering what it was that he had done to pass her test. He watched as she slid off the table and went back behind the bar, still licking her lips. He grabbed his shirt when she tossed it back to him, and slipped it on, the material clinging to the stickiness on his skin.
"Congrats" AJ chuckled as he pulled Nick off the table. "You lasted longer than I did."
Nick shook his head. "I can't believe that just happened."
Kirsten began cleaning off the table where Nick had just been laying, as Brandie approached him, a permanent marker in hand. She grabbed Nick's hand, and turned it palm up, and wrote her phone number, followed by the letters "LMBYM".
Nick looked at his hand and then up at Brandie, "What's that?"
She laughed, "My number.."
"And the letters?"
"Let me blow your mind."
Nick's eyes widened, "What?"
"You ever get lonely.. give me a call... you go out with someone and she won't put out.. give me a call, I will...y'know... call me when you want to get some." Brandie said, smiling sweetly at him.
Nick was astounded. Of all the times he'd been offered sex from someone he didn't know, he'd never had any problem saying no, but this time he wasn't so sure he wanted to turn down her invitation.