The rest of the week passed in a blur, as it was filled with numerous meetings with various companies, as well as deadlines that were due for several contracts.

It was Friday in the blink of an eye, and Mikayla found herself being sent home early.

Damien had commanded that she left to ensure that she was ready on time to accompany him later that night. The driver would come for her around 8pm, which gave her about four hours to get ready.

Mikayla made it to Hannah's apartment and let herself in with the key that her best friend had hidden in the plant pot just outside the door.

As she made her way into Hannah's bedroom, her iPhone made a notification sound. She looked down at the screen as she sat at the edge of the bed.

Mikayla fought to suppress the smile on her face as she read a message from her boss.

Damien:
"Wear something nice tonight, no office clothes!"

She replied, her fingers moved swiftly over the screen, as a slight panic beginning to overtake her.

Mikayla:
"Crap! Now you tell me!
I don't really have any decent club clothes! 😲"

It wasn't even 30 seconds after she had pressed send that her phone began to ring and Mikayla rolled her eyes. Damien could be so overbearing when he was ready, but a part of her liked it.

She did not even get a chance to say hello before Damien started badgering her with questions.

"Are you serious? Do you really have nothing to wear? We need to get you something asap!" his voice gruff.

Mikayla could not help the laugh that tumbled past her lips, "Relax sir, I was merely joking, I apologise."

"That, was not funny! Be ready on time!" Damien's soft growl was all she heard before the line went dead.

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It was 7:45pm and Mikayla was looking at herself in the full-length mirror, appreciating what she saw.

When Hannah had come home earlier that evening, she happily helped her best friend get ready. She hummed as she dried Mikayla's freshly-washed hair, combing out the dark, long, thick curls, before passing a flat iron though them.

Mikayla's hair now silkily cascaded down her back, reaching down to her waist. She had created a side part to the front, angling her now straight hair to the sides of her face.

Hannah whistled as she walked around Mikayla and spanked her ass, "Bloody hell woman, you look good enough to eat!"

She let out a tiny yelp, then rolled her eyes at Hannah's sudden smack.

With a soft sigh, Mikayla looked at her face in the mirror one last time, inspecting her light make up, and ensuring that everything was done neatly. Her hands ran down the sides of the dress, happy with the way the high-waisted panty flattened her stomach.

Mikayla wore a sleeveless black lace crochet high neck midi dress; the high neckline elongated her torso, and the bodycon fit kept her body snatched while accentuating every single curve that she had. The crochet finish on the garment was very detailed; the dress was sexy but still very classy.

She paired her look with some statement gold earrings and a simple pair of black strappy heels. Grabbing her black chevron clutch, she put some money in it, along with her phone and some lipstick.

"You better get some penisssssssss later!" Hannah teased.

Shaking her head, "There will be no getting of any penis tonight!"

Mikayla's tone was firm. She had never had a one-night stand in her life, and did not plan to start anytime soon.

Hannah knew this, but it did not stop her from being playful, "Oh come on Miks! Don't get so upset, you know that I'm only joking."

She knew that her best friend was teasing her, but Mikayla could not help but be serious where that topic was concerned.

To Mikayla, sex was meant to be shared between two people who felt something for each other. While she could admit that she was starting to feel something for Damien, she could not really entertain the idea, as she did not want to be rejected, or worse, end up being shamed then fired.

Hugging Hannah goodbye, Mikayla walked down to the pavement, where a black limo awaited; the driver held open the door, while she slid into the car. As she settled herself, she was shocked to see Damien sitting inside, his eyes having gone wide when he saw her.

"Oh!" Mikayla gasped softly, "I thought you'd have met me at the club."

Damien did not say anything at first, he was too busy raking his eyes over her body. Her dress, while it could have been said to be unassuming, was anything but.

The smooth material hugged her body, moulding her perfectly, while barely showing any skin, apart from her arms and her calves. Without being too revealing, the dress tantalized one's imagination to the point where Damien felt himself growing hard in his pants, and he had to force himself to look away as he cleared his throat.

"Change of plans," he simply said before adding, his gaze still turned away from her, "you look breath-taking."

She thanked him with a bashful smile and said, "You don't look bad yourself sir."

It was her turn to take in his appearance. The black Sutton peak lapel wool Tuxedo that he wore looked like it was made for him; but then again, it most likely was. He paired the suit with a long, black, sleeve cotton Henley shirt and black designer dress shoes. The scent of his cologne was doing a number on her senses, and she had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep herself from saying anything stupid.

As they neared the club, Damien turned to face her and suddenly said, "I like what you did with your hair," his hands itching to run through it, "though I must confess that I prefer the curls."

"Thanks, me too," Mikayla smiled, "but you know, sometimes it's nice to switch things up."

"Indeed," was all he said, as their limo pulled up in front of the club.

Instinctively taking her hand in his, Damien laced his fingers with hers as he led Mikayla past the massive lines of people waiting and hoping for a chance to get in.

Security let them through easily and, as they entered the building, they made their way towards the VIP section on the second floor. All this time, Damien never let go of her hand, and Mikayla found herself enjoying the feel of their fingers entwined.

The upscale ambience had made her nervous, but Damien calmed her fears and told her she would be surprised at how much she would appreciate everything better, once she let her reservations go. He also promised that once his meeting with Mr. Rossi was over, she would enjoy herself.

As they sat in the plush seating area, Mikayla leaned over to Damien, "You know, I've been meaning to ask you something all week. What's with the not so discreet body guards that seem to pop up every now and then?" She tilted her head to the right, and her eyes landed on two familiar faces dressed in black suits on the lower floor.

"An unfortunate insistence of my mother," Damien said, slightly annoyed.

She could not help but grin as she teased, "Wow, I never pegged you for a mama's boy Mr. Arnauld."

Damien muttered softly, but his rebuttal was interrupted as Mr. Rossi, a stout Italian man with a strong moustache, appeared and greeted them warmly.

Mikayla sat and made short notes on her phone, as Damien and Mr. Rossi conducted their informal meeting. It would have been impossible to record anything over the noise of the club, and she silently wondered if she was really needed here at all.

They had already consumed a few drinks, and she happily and quietly sipped on another delicious cocktail as she watched Damien settle on purchasing some acres of land in southern Italy. Once they came to an agreement, Mr. Rossi told them to enjoy the rest of the night, and enjoy the luxuries of his lavishly decorated club.

"So..." Mikayla said, as she slid closer to Damien so that they could speak better over the noise of the music. "Be honest, I wasn't really needed tonight, was I?"

The alcohol had given her the courage needed to freely speak her mind.

Damien ran his left hand through his hair, a small smile tugged on his lips as his facial expression disclosed that he had been caught.

He leaned towards her, his mouth near her ear, "Sort of. It was indeed a business meeting, no matter how informal. But I admit, I just wanted you to be here." Damien paused to inhale the scent of her perfume, "I just figured that it would be a nice change of scenery over all the board room meetings that we've had."

Mikayla could not stop the tremble that coursed through her body as his voice caressed her skin.

Licking her lips unconsciously, she downed the rest of her drink before she leaned forward once again, "One would think that you were giving me some kind of special treatment Mr. Arnauld."

The way her tongue passed over her lips fuelled his desire to kiss her and he found himself momentarily speechless.

Mikayla did not know if it was the alcohol or the beat of the music, but she had the sudden urge to dance, and so she grabbed her clutch and got up.

Holding out her hand to him, she said, "Come on, let's dance!"

As they made their way to the dance floor, all her previous uncertainties gradually melted away as she saw scores of bodies swaying against each other to the upbeat music.

The club was richly decorated, and a part of her started to feel out of place once again. However, being with Damien made her forget about everything as his hands pulled her into him to dance.

Mikayla particularly enjoyed wining–a type of Caribbean dance–on him, loving his mesmerized reaction as her hips gyrated skilfully against his body. Every time she pushed her hips against him, she could hear his soft groans against her ear, the sound arousing her greatly.

She was shocked that they were dancing like this. It was impossible to imagine that their bodies would be pressed together in this manner outside of her dreams. Not knowing if she would ever have the opportunity to feel his body so close to her again, Mikayla intended to take full advantage of the situation.

Hannah would be so proud, Mikayla thought while her body continued to move in rhythm to the music.

Her hips moved fluidly as she pressed herself into Damien. The movement caused her ass to rub against the front of his pants. Mikayla could feel the hard length of his erection, and she could not help but rotate her lower body even harder into him, wanting to feel him fully against her.

Damien's fingers tightened their grip on Mikayla's hips as the way she danced against his hardness almost made him cum in his pants.

"Bloody hell she's sexy," he mumbled to himself, as he pressed his covered erection back onto her.

He had never been danced on like this before, and vaguely remembered seeing similar dance moves at various clubs when he had vacationed on a few Caribbean islands.

A wine, as it was called, was a provocative type of dance. To his understanding, it was the inspiration behind what was known as twerking in the US. However, with wining, the movements of the hips were much more fluid and rhythmical and took a lot of skill. The dance was more like a challenge between the female and the male dancer. It was a stimulating exchange that he had been intrigued by.

Needless to say, now that he was experiencing it for himself, he was thoroughly enjoying it.

Damien knew that Mikayla was slightly intoxicated, and a part of him wished that she had not been. He wanted to kiss her so badly, but he needed her to be completely sober when that happened. Damien wanted her to remember their first kiss; the way his mouth would descend upon hers as he claimed her lips.

His hands moved up from her waist to explore the shape of her body, snaking their way along her torso. His fingers intentionally grazing the sides of her breasts before moving his hands up to her arms which she had raised in the air.

As he bent his head, Damien's lips were just next to Mikayla's neck, and he did his best not to reach down to kiss and taste the glistening skin that tempted him. Turning her to face him, he manoeuvred them to a nearby wall where he pressed his hips into her.

Her hands fell to his shoulders as his palms rested against the wall on either side of her head, as they stared into each other's eyes. They were panting, their breathing laboured either by their dancing or from their immense desire for each other; perhaps a bit of both.

All Damien knew was that this would have been a perfect time to kiss her. The look in Mikayla's eyes was inviting as she parted her lips, waiting for him to make the next move. He suddenly leaned in, causing her to close her eyes in anticipation.

"We should go now," he whispered into her ear.

His words brought her out of her dreamlike state and, before she even realised what was going on, Damien was dragging her out of the club.

An hour later, Mikayla lay on the sofa bed in Hannah's apartment. 

Sleep eluded her, while memories of the exchange at the club between herself and Damien consumed her thoughts. She recalled the mental images of them dancing, remembering how good it had felt to have his hands upon her.

"What a bastard!" Mikayla muttered while thinking back to the way he had teased her.

She could not understand why he had not just kissed her. He had looked like he really wanted to. Perhaps she had misread the situation; either way, not only was her mind tormented now, but her body was as well.

With a frustrated sigh, she hurriedly discarded the quilt and tossed it aside. Mikayla needed some relief, and so she decided to pleasure herself while reminiscing about earlier that night.

She quickly stripped naked and lay on the sofa bed; if Hannah decided to come out of her bedroom now, she would be in for an eyeful. But Mikayla had seen her best friend in much more compromising situations than that.

If anything, it would be payback for burning Mikayla's eyes out on one too many occasions.

With a soft moan, her hands roamed over her large breasts, stopping long enough to pinch the taut nipples just a bit. She parted her legs as her hands quickly made their way to the centre of her heat.

Damien had aroused her more than she cared to admit. He only had to say the word, and she would have gone home with him, no questions asked.

Now she understood better how Hannah could sometimes indulge in one-night stands, as this burning craving that she felt was unlike anything she had ever experienced. The need to satisfy the burn seemed to overtake everything else, at least with Damien; he seemed to have the ability to make her act out of character.

Refocusing her mind to the task at hand, her fingers expertly caressed her body while she thought of how it would feel to have his tongue against her instead. Mikayla's eyes were tightly shut as she envisaged Damien, his face buried against her, licking and kissing her until she could not take it anymore.

Arching her back slightly, her fingers picked up the pace, finding her sweet spot.

Mikayla recalled the feeling of his hands upon her, and she softly began to moan out his name. Her fingers started moving faster, and her body suddenly stiffened as she felt the warm rush consume her.

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AN: The term "to wine" or "wining" is a type of dance in Trinidad and Tobago as well as in other parts of the Caribbean.

It's similar to "grinding/twerking" in the United States and Europe. However, the movements of the hips are much more fluid and rhythmical, it's more than just "shaking yuh ass".

The dance can be slow or fast and is performed to mainly West Indian music like reggae, calypso and soca; but can also be adapted to any kind of music.