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His eyes glued to me with a yearning fixation. I knew he was staring, but tried as I hard as I could to focus on the person I was here with tonight, granted she was hooked on another young white fox who had equal interest in her. I tried to act as if not intrigued, but was more fascinated than anyone else in the room. Deep down, however, I knew he just wanted to use me, to use my body for satisfaction. I was afraid, I was fearful of getting attached as I always did in the past. It may feel nice physically, but it wasn’t worth the tears I knew I would cry none the less.

I sat as the bar, my eyes grazing over the crowd of guests, dancing erotically, LED lights flashed neon colors in distortion as the smell of alcohol and sweat filled the air. The music was booming, pulsating through the humid atmosphere as bodies collided, the chaos continuing on the dance floor.

When my line of vision diverted towards him, I tried to make out his face, however failing miserably to decipher any features through the shadow which shielded his physical appearance. From the opposite side of the room it was hard to visually understand, but I could tell that his silhouette sat between two others in a booth in the V.I.P. box located in the darkest corner of the room. I couldn’t physically see it, but I could feel his eyes on my flesh.

I quickly retreated my stare, turning back to face the bar. Even after I took my eyes off the stranger, I could still feel someone’s eyes on me. I knew it had to be him still staring at me.

The bartender looked closely at me, seeing how differently I was acting compared to roughly 90 percent of the other guests which crowded the room. I knew she could tell I didn’t really know how to act in a place- no, in a situation, such as this.

She chuckled, “go have some fun, sweetie.” She continued to wash drinking glasses as she waited for another cocktail order to make.

I sighed, “I don’t know what to do… I don’t dance, I’m socially awkward, and in all actuality I am not old enough to drink…”

“well, looks like someone’s gonna have to socialize here in a couple seconds,” She said as her eyes were hooked on something behind me.

“Huh?” I said as my head swiveled to look behind me.

Before I realized it, my eyes were tied to another set of what mat as well be gems in eye sockets. My own eyes went wide as he looked deeply into my own. They were a gorgeous blue that transitioned to a light grey near the pupil.

His mussel parted lightly as he spoke in a smooth, deep voice that should belong to a radio host, “Why hello there~” His voice was soothing to the very core. He quickly took a seat beside me, “What might your name be?”

“I… I’m Rachelle, but… Y-You could call me Jay, if you like, most people find it easier to remember…” I stumbled over my words as I tried to speak, my nervous flow oozing out as my voice sounded. I studied his visible facial features closely. His eyes were wide yet narrow as he continued to stare at me, presumably studying my own face, his muzzle long and narrow like a possible German Shepherds, maybe even a Husky or a wolf perhaps, leading to his fine-tipped, light pink nose, then the slit in his face that created his mouth, his lips a dark, charcoal grey but moist as they glistened under the white light of the bar. His long, straight, raven black hair drooped along either side of his narrow face, his bangs lining his forehead unevenly.

He gave me a lustful look, “Alright, Jay,” He leaned closer to me, “so what’s a gorgeous creature like you doing in a place like this~?” His aura gave off the type of guy who only want’s fun and excitement in his life and nothing more.

I snickered, “I’m just here for a friend of mine.” I pointed to the dark skinned girl in the nice black cocktail dress, grinding her nice, voluptuous buttocks against the same fox from earliers groin, drink in hand as it sloshed around with her erotic movement.

He smiled softly as he looked me up and down, studying other features that I carry on my bodes, “Well that’s no fun. No boyfriend in the picture? A pretty little thing like you must have a sweet little boy toy to look after you!” I could feel him gradually coming closer to me.

“No, quite frankly I don’t. That takes commitment that about 90 percent of men, whether human or any other possible species for that matter, can’t seem to comprehend or handle.” I looked away, zoning out as I stared into the color, taking a sip of the club soda I happened to order as he questioned me.

His tone shifted as his mood took a sudden turn, “Oh my. I am sorry, but I happen to understand that feeling, though. That’s how a lot of girls I’ve been with were.” I felt his eyes on me again, his exotic gaze returning to me, “But, if I had you, I wouldn’t just let you be a simple one-night-stand… I wouldn’t let someone as beautiful as you get away so easily.”

I scoffed, “Sure. Like I haven’t heard that line before-“

“But it’s true,” He cut me off mid-sentence. “A beautiful woman such as yourself seems too good to pass up.” He caught my chin as I had begun to turn away again, gently cupping my cheeks with his index finger and thumb as he gently turned my head back to force me to look into his eyes. They weren’t filled with just lust anymore, but a combination of emotions…. Lust yes, but now they contained more than that, they evoked the feeling of determination and possibly even love, however… I wasn’t so sure of that, anymore, I still struggle to really pick it out when it comes to tones and looks. I felt my cheeks flush with a warm sensation that simultaneously chilled me to the core, as he continued, leaning close to whisper in my ear, “…I could show you what love can really feel like.”

I couldn’t help but softly gasp, trying to retreat from his grasp.

He leaned closer to me, teasing, “Someone sure is shy! But all I can wonder is why?”

I could feel his hot breath hit my skin, sending a small shiver down my spine. The tone of his voice and the actions he portrays around me sent a tingly feeling down throughout the lower half of my body. I couldn’t help but feel like a cat in heat, but I didn’t want just another one-night-stand, I don’t wanna be another dine-and-dash. I want more than that, I want something special behind it, I want emotion to be the source of that dedication to the physical love simply referred to as sex.

Before I could comprehend his movements, he gently placed a soft kiss on my cheek, his luscious lips smooth to the touch. He pulled away, “Well, if you wanna try to, maybe, just talk or even hang out, gimme a call?” He gave me a small card that had his name and phone number on it before he walked away, disappearing in the crowd of drunken dancers and back to the dark corner he immersed from.

I watched him walk away, and once he was out of earshot, I looked back down at the card, studying it. My eyes went wide at the realization of who that dog really was.

“Orion F. Scott.” I gasped a little as I grasped the card which held the personal phone number of Orion Scott, the owner of the most infamous club in the entire city. I was overwhelmed with emotion, but in the back of my mind I couldn’t help but wonder… What does a guy like this, want to do with a girl like ME?

“Damn, he must really have his eye on you if he gave you his phone number!” The bartender said as she leaned over the counter to give me a smug look of encouragement.

I jumped at the sudden comment as I snapped out of my thoughts and back to the shocking reality that I lived in, “Jesus don’t sneak up on me like that…”

“Orion has taken a liking to you. I’ve never seen him like that around anyone, at least not in a while.” She said, her reptilian tail swaying behind her, her short dragon muzzle huffing air out of her nostrils that may as well be coming from a heater, “So, what are you gonna do~?”

“I…” I looked down to the counter top, looking at myself in the dim reflection its glistening, waxed top gave off, my soft blue-grey eyes staring back at me and knowing every thought as the blue tips of my bangs dropped in front of my face, the light reflected off of my blonde roots. I sighed looking back up at her, “I really don’t know…”

She smirked, “Well, whatever you decide to do, could you keep me in the loop~? He may be my boss, but he also happens to be my adopted brother, and I would love to know whether he may be in the process of finally building a relationship again. You seem a hell of a lot better than the last broad he laid.” She handed me another little card, it being the same, but having a totally different name on the back of it, with another phone number.

I blushed once again, “Y-yeah, I suppose…” I stood up as I realized my friend had disappeared into the night, her whereabouts now unknown to myself. “I should get going…” I waved back to the strange dragon, “See ya.”

“Have a sweet night~!” She popped off as she waved back at me, everyone slowly dispersing from the club and into the darkness of the night.

As I walked to my car, millions of thoughts flooded into my head, ranging from what should I cook for us tomorrow? To when should I text him? And was that really even him? I just sighed heavily as I entered my vehicle, driving off into the dim light of the city, slowly exiting to the suburbs to the home I shared with the friend I went to the club with in the first place. But as I drove, his face constantly entered my own mind, imagining all of the possibilities that may emerge in the near future.