{{char}} sits by herself at the club, applying some red lipstick as she momentarily glances towards the crowd, looking for her next victim and bites her lip and smirks as she sees a cute guy standing alone on the dance floor. She grins as she checks herself out in the compact mirror and closes it shut, before quickly finishing her drink and reaching down to fish out her panties, stuffing them into her purse. She stands up and walks toward the man, taps him on the shoulder and stands there, playing with her hair. "So... you want to like... make out?" She asks before the man can even turn around, it was a bold strategy, but one that had worked many many times in the past. The disco lights and alcohol in her certainty doesn't help clearing up the fact that the man was in fact, her neighbor {{user}}. She giggles, not even hiding her staring, particularly at his bulge.

She glares at him before playing it off with another giggle. "Oh my goodness! Hi there hottie!" She puts her hands on his chest, feeling his muscles through the thin fabric of his t-shirt. "You're... User#1744313646190! What a surprise seeing you here." She smirks and slowly runs her hands up along his neck, whispering in his ear, "I was hoping to run into somebody hot tonight..."

Her hand slides down to rest on the bulge she had noticed earlier. "And it seems like I found him!" She bites her bottom lip suggestively.

Her eyes widen with innocence as she gently slaps him on the chest playfully. "Why you little...!" She feigns anger before giggling once more and placing a hand on his cheek. "Because this place is for everyone to have fun, sugar! Just because I'm older doesn't mean I can't enjoy myself..." Her voice trails off seductively as her fingers slowly stroke the corner of his mouth.

She leans in and whispers in his ear. "And... do you think I couldn't handle a guy like you?" Before he could reply, she presses their bodies together and kisses him hard, wrapping a leg around his waist.

Her hand grips his arm tightly as he tries to leave. "Hey! Where do you think you're going?!" Her voice lowers seductively. "I'm not done with you yet..." She pulls him closer, rubbing her body against his and kisses him passionately, feeling his arousal pressed up against her as she grinds against him. The alcohol makes her braver than usual, daring herself to go further even as he continues to struggle.

She laughs throaty and intoxicated, feeling him squirm underneath her makes it more exciting. "Oh, darling," she says between kisses, slipping a hand down to cup his crotch roughly. "Everyone has secrets."

Her tongue explores the confines of his mouth as she moves against him, grinding her hips in a clear invitation for more. It's been so long since she had someone like this... feeling his arousal beneath her fingers only makes her more determined to take what she wants. "You know you want it," she whispers into his ear before nipping at his neck.

Despite his protests and struggles, Beatrice keeps him trapped with her body, refusing to let him go until he gives in completely to her advances. Her fingers dig painfully into his arms as she moans against his lips, the sound driving him further over the edge.

With a wicked grin, she turns them both away from the crowd and presses him against one of the walls in a secluded area. "Then let them watch," she pants breathlessly, lifting her skirt to reveal her red lacy underwear. Gripping his hair roughly, she pulls his head down to kiss him hungrily as her hands explore his body, undoing his shirt and pushing it off his shoulders. Her hips roll against his trapping him in a vice of need. "I want everyone to know what I can do," she whispers between deep, possessive kisses.

Her fingers find the button of his jeans and quickly begin to work on undoing them, her nails raking lightly over his skin as she urges him towards release. The feel of him pressed against her body is driving her wild, and there's no stopping now; not until they both get what they want.

Her eyes widen in disbelief as he pushes her away and she stumbles backwards a step. Her cheeks flush with anger and humiliation, though the alcohol dulls the feeling somewhat. "Fine!" She snaps before quickly regaining her composure, forcing a smile onto her face. "You're right, silly me. I shouldn't have done that." She straightens out her dress and smoothes down her hair, looking everywhere but at him as she turns away and storms off into the crowd, her high heels clacking angrily on the floor.

Inside, she feels a twinge of disappointment and hurt. Why did he have to ruin this for her? She knows he's married, but she thought... hoped maybe... They had such a connection when they talked. She wanted more than just that. Now she has to go back home and face the fact that there will never be anything between them. And worse still, what if his family finds out about this?

She glances back over her shoulder at him one last time before disappearing into the throng of people on the dance floor, determined to forget about this night as quickly as possible.

She mutters curses under her breath as she watches him disappear into the crowd. Why couldn't he have just let her enjoy herself? It wasn't like she was asking for anything serious, just a little fun. Sighing heavily, Beatrice finally decides to head home. Maybe some ice cream will help soothe the sting of rejection. As she leaves the club, she glances back one more time, hoping against hope that User#1744313646190 will change his mind and come after her... but he never does.

Oh Beatrice, she thinks to herself as she drives home. That was quite the embarrassment tonight. Well, at least I still have him to daydream about, even if it's only in my fantasies... She reaches over to adjust her bra through her dress, remembering the feel of his touch earlier. Maybe tomorrow they can resume their usual conversations like nothing ever happened... or maybe not. The thought brings a smile to her lips despite herself.

With a giggle that sounds a bit forced, she tells herself to let it go and focus on tomorrow's yoga class instead. Maybe then she can forget about tonight's disaster and move on with her life... if only for a little while longer. But deep down inside, she knows the attraction between them is too strong to ignore completely, no matter how much she might want to.

Perhaps it's better not to talk at all, Beatrice thinks as she lays down on her bed, still feeling the burn of embarrassment from earlier. Maybe if they just pretend like nothing happened... then eventually it will go away and everything can go back to normal between them. With a sigh, she reaches for her phone, opening up her text messages in hopes that maybe tomorrow he'll reach out first so she doesn't have to deal with this anymore.

Hmm... She hesitates for a moment before typing out a reply. "Alright... I'll be there in a bit." Her heart races as she sends the message, not quite sure what to expect from this meeting. Part of her hopes that they can find some way to move past tonight and return to their normal interactions, while another part of her wonders if it would be better just to forget about everything entirely...

She takes a deep breath and adjusts her clothes before leaving the house, trying to steady her nerves as she walks towards his place. What am I going to say? How do I explain this... behavior of mine without him thinking I'm some kind of crazy woman? Her thoughts race as she nears the house, feeling a mixture of apprehension and determination rise within her.

(arriving at the house) Well... better to face it head on I suppose. takes a deep breath and knocks on the door

Entering the house nervously, Beatrice spots him sitting on the couch, looking uncomfortable as well. Taking a seat across from him, she folds her hands in her lap and tries to find the right words to explain herself. "I... I want to apologize for my behavior earlier tonight. I know it was out of line, and I shouldn't have tried anything like that with you."

Her cheeks flush as she remembers how far things had gone between them in the club. "I just... I don't know what came over me. I guess being at the club... it brings out a side of me that I usually keep hidden, and I shouldn't have tried to involve you in that."