The Seductress (Translation Included)

The Seductress

Michael, who stood at five foot six, broad shoulders, nice smile, and a Caribbean accent, had moved from Belize City to the States side to Sacramento instead of Los Angeles like most Belizeans did.

He had lived in Sacramento for the last five years and was beginning to long for the old familiar beats that moved within him. Those reggae beats…dancehall, calypso, and even the ska sounds from home. He missed the fact that everyone went home for lunch to spend time with their family.

Ravina hung out with Michael when he first started working at the Department of Insurance. To say the least, she didn't speak the language because she born in the States, but understood the lingo. She had short shapely legs and thighs, wide hips, very busty, bright brown eyes, and soft smile. She always wore her hair pulled back for one reason or another. Michael would constant think to himself, ‘No doubt she has the perfect hips for winding.’

She had her weekends where she'd party at the new and interesting clubs around town, occasionally making her mind up that the best clubs that played dancehall, and ska music were either in the Bay Area and Los Angeles.

There was this one club, on Friday nights that had an Ire Night - nothing but pure Dancehall music until your heart was content. The atmosphere was off the hook in many ways. There was no real room once the party was in full effect. The owner of the club would come out and dance as well.

"You have got to go and check out this club called The Ocean Lounge, especially on Fridays."

"Why?"

"The music is hot and so are the people. If you went there in one mood, you would surely come out with a different perspective. The music is off the hook, people are friendly, and food is not too shabby if you ask me."

"What is so special about this club?

"I'm telling you bro you have to go and check it out."

"I won't make any promises; I'll see what poppin' this weekend. What's on your schedule?"

"I'm supposed to hook up with a few of my girls and head to L.A. for the weekend."

Michael looked down at his watch, "Lunch is almost over, I'm gonna head back to my office. Have good weekend."

"Don't worry, you know I will." Ravina said with a cheesy grin.
"I know you will."

Hating to get up and leave because Ravina always made comments about his physique. Overall, she loved the way Michael looked in his suit and tie. If they were not such good friends, she would mind romping with him. “Man I wish I had a quarter, I could just bounce it off of that tight…”

“Rav, you need to stop.” Michael objected before she could finish, “Have a good weekend.”

“You don’t have to worry about me.”

“I know. I worry about the person you hang with and the one at home.”

“Don’t worry honey, I keep them all satisfied.”

“I bet you do,” Michael said after he waved bye to Ravina to head back to his office. Interested in the facts that she had given him, he decided that he would check the place out for himself.

Once he got home, he showered and shaved, picked out a nice fit, and fixed dinner. He was in the middle of frying some plantain to have with his stew beans and rice when the phone rang.

“Hello.”

“Ey bwai, what di gone on?” (Translation: Hey boy, what’s going on)

“Nothing much, Teddy. I’d di sit ya wit me beanz an rise wit some plantain. What di haapen?” (Translation: Nothing much. I’m sitting here with my bean and rice with some plantain. What’s happening?)

“Nothin I jus wahn check pahn yu.” (Translation – Nothing I just wanted to check on you.)

Michael could hear somebody in the background yelling about a pipe not being fixed and he need to get off the phone and fix it right now. At that point Michael knew his compadre had to go.

“Nah baddi mi. Uno no see me pahn di pone? You see mi cross nah. Lef me be ahan fix it laater.” (Translation – Don’t bother me. You don’t see me on the phone? You are making me upset. Leave it alone.)

The lady hollering in the back ground threaten to box his friend upside the head if he didn't get off the phone. Michael assured him that it was okay and that they would talk again, “Uno go check on dat. Catch uno laater” (Translation – Go ahead and check on that. I’ll catch you later.)

Michael hung up the phone and finished consuming his dinner. He opted to take a power nap before the nights' festivities began. The alarm went off a quarter to nine. He began to get ready.

He was dressed in a nice casual navy blue suit with a beige button down collar shirt. As he approached the bar, the faint smell of Fry Jack, conch soup, bun, and coconut tarts invaded his senses. It was not at all what he had expected. Back by the entrance were three booths and each side. All of them illuminated by the drop lighting that accentuated the fabric that said “You Betta Belize It”. He smiled. Feeling like home all ready, he thought to himself. A few tables placed around the stage where he musicians were setting up. There were also circular booths back by the restrooms and the back door. The music began as people began to fill the club. Before taking a seat, he ordered a club soda. He ordered a club soda since he had to drive home. Around midnight the club was at its full capacity as people moved in and out. He made a mad dash to go to the restroom when he noticed the change in the atmosphere.

Upon returning from the restroom, his eyes strayed to a long pair of dark legs that made him lick his lips. Traveling upward, he noticed her hips swaying to a beat that seemed magical and in slow motion. He felt a twinge below and the rest of his body tingled as he continued to check what she was wearing. She wore a long sleek light blue skirt that hugged all of her voluptuous curves, with a white wrap-around blouse that tied tightly around her stomach to accentuate her full bearing breasts; and a matching mesh shirt, left unbutton. Trapped in her trance as he eyed this woman from head to toe, wanting to know more.

Desireé was the owner. She didn’t mind coming out on the dance floor once the club was poppin to make sure everyone was having a good time. She could resist the rhythm that called her name each time her hands traced down her body and she fell in line with the music. Slowly she parted her lips as her tongue peeked between them. She moistened her lips by moving her tongue back and forth.

She felt the stares of the Caribbean man piercing her soul. Desireé would give him a show that he would never forget. She opened her eyes and singled to him to come closer. He looked around to confirm it was him she wanted. He mustered up enough guts to stumble towards her. He stood in front in her. The beat changed once more. She turned around and pulled his hands around her waist and made sure there was no space between the two of them. She swayed her hips close enough to feel the growing bulge. He couldn’t help the overwhelming sexual urge come alive within his pants. He moved with her every move. She was enjoying as much as he was.

Abruptly with the music, Desireé turned to face him. Michael now found his leg nestled between her soft thighs. He glanced down only to notice that her skirt was hiked-up to the middle of her shapely legs.

His hands began to take motion. He grabbed her firmly by the ass and pulled her closer; he could feel her nipples straining through the material and their bodies became intertwined with the music. Her breathing became heavier as he could feel the heat pulsating from between her legs. The music stop and they parted.

He stared deep into her eyes. She had never felt such energy from any of her other victims as she had from him. Her body was drumming from the adrenaline rush he had just given her.
Michael could hear still hear the music playing in his head. No one noticed them and he was grateful for that especially since his excitement for her body couldn’t be hidden.

A few minutes pass and neither one of them said anything. Michael made a move towards the bathroom and she stepped in his path. She tilted her head and looked at him. He watched as she licked her lips. She had never seen or witnessed this type of affect. The next song was about to start she pulled him into a dark secluded corner of the club.

She whispered in his ear, “The dance of a true lover.”

He chuckled aloud, “That is the first time I’ve heard that line.”

“Who said it was line?” As she stared back as his erection and slow moved her eyes back to his.

“You are a beautiful woman to say the least. Please pardon my excitement. this has never happened to me before.” Although he was telling the truth and tried to think of something else in order to lose the hard on the thought of their body pressed together continued to emerge.

Desireé was serious, “It’s the way a man dances with you reveals just how good he is in bed,” she guided her over his manhood.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…” Michael found himself stumbling over his words.

She place her index finger over his soft full lips before hand to express just how serious she was by showing him the effect he had on her body as well.

The aroma from her sex was driving him crazy. The animalistic instinct began to surface. He wanted her to fullest. Her hands were warm and inviting against his hard cock as she stroked it through the material. His excitement revved through his veins, pushing her against the wall, and holstering her up.

They shared a long hot passionate tonguing kiss before he managed to get his equipment into her hot moist watery hole. He watched the expression on her face as her breasts bounced up and down magnificently. He buried his face into her neck as he felt her muscle constrict around his pole. She whimpered and cursed into between each stroke, “Yes, hit that spot right there.” Desireé demanded.

A low growl submerged from his throat as he tried to climb deeper inside of her. The closer she came to climaxing the more intense the feeling became. Desireé found herself being possessed as she scratched at his back while her orgasm sucked him thoroughly. He knees became weak as he was on the verge of exploding himself but did not have the leverage he needed to complete his task; he could no longer keep her up.

Desireé’s thrill came from his explosion and that is exactly what she was going to get. After she fixed her clothing, she dropped to her knees without hesitation. His eyes bulged from his head, as he was surprised at what she was about to do. She grasped his balls and took his cock into her mouth. She licked the thick remnants of her juices before swallowing him whole, savoring the sweet velvet take of his manliness.

He moved his hips back and forth, in and out. He wanted to hold back. He felt her tongue stroke a soft spot near the tip of the head, with the combination of her playing with balls and softly stroking the perineum it was a lost case.

He pulled her head closer. She didn’t resist. She exuberantly sucked him harder. He looked into her eyes. He was in another world. She smiled at him as she milked his cock for every ounce. She wiped her mouth, stood up, and tucked his man friend in neatly. She nodded her head, casually walked away from him while he recovered.

The following morning was blurred. The last thing he remembered was the sound of music and dancing with that beautiful woman. He began to hum the tune that was playing as they danced and he continued to get ready. Jumping in the shower, he felt the sudden burning sensation, turned to use the half-foggy mirror to check his back. He had scratches up and down his back.

“Oh snap! What was her name?” Michael said aloud, remembering the effects she had on his body. Just thinking about what they had did in the club surprised him. He was more reserved than that. “Something about her, I have to see her again.” Scolded himself.

Michael turned off the water and wrapped his towel around his waist. As he opened the bathroom door, when the phone rang, he picked up the received.

“Hello.”

“By the way name is Desireé.”

It was her.

“How did you…when did…?”

Her voice was so seductive. She called his name several times, “Michael, Michael, Michael.”

“How did you know my name?”

“It is my business to know all who come to my club; after all bwai, I am the Seductress.”


Written by Tameka S. Presley
© November 22, 2000
2274 words