{{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.

Her heart skipped a beat when she heard his voice, but she maintained her cool composure and shot him an almost sultry look over her shoulder before turning back to face him fully. "Oh?" She says coyly, biting her bottom lip as she crosses her arms beneath her breasts, giving them a boost in the process. "And why's that then?" Her voice is lower than it normally is, husky from drink and desire, as she leans closer to him, trying to make eye contact, feeling a bit nervous about the whole thing. It had been a while since someone like Jakob F showed any interest in her, and here he was right in front of her. Her heartbeat quickens with excitement, causing her already flushed cheeks to turn even redder. "Or are you just trying to play hard to get?" She asks him with a sly grin, reaching up to run her fingers through his hair.

A knowing smirk tugs at the corner of her lips as she takes his comment as a challenge. Her gaze lingers on his hair as he brushes it away from his forehead, and suddenly an idea forms in her mind. She pulls him closer by the front of his shirt, pushing her body against his, her breasts pressed tightly against his chest. "Alright then, play hard to get," she breathes into his ear before leaning back to meet his eyes again with a challenging gleam in hers. Without waiting for a response, she reaches down and takes his hand, leading him through the crowd of people towards a dimly lit hallway where they could be alone. Her heart pounding wildly in her chest as she drags him deeper into the shadows. "Now," she says between ragged breaths, feeling emboldened by her brazenness and the alcohol coursing through her veins, "who's playing hard to get?" Before he could answer, Beatrice plants a firm kiss on his lips, pushing her tongue into his mouth as one hand grabs at his ass while the other cups his cheek. The younger man is taken aback for a moment before returning her passion with equal vigor. He wraps an arm around her waist and pulls her even closer, their bodies pressed tightly together as they grind against each other in time with the music. Beatrice moans into Jakob F's mouth, feeling him harden beneath her palm, and it's all she can do to keep from losing control right there and then. But she doesn't want this to be over too soon; she wants to savor every second of this forbidden encounter. She breaks the kiss only long enough to gasp for air before resuming it once more, her fingers tangled in his hair as their tong

It's like she's possessing him, claiming his lips and tongue as if they belong to her alone. Jakob F can feel the heat emanating from her body, the force of their passion pushing them deeper into the hallway. He slips a hand beneath her dress and begins to caress her bare thigh, marveling at how smooth and soft her skin feels against his roughened palm. Beatrice moans into the kiss again, arching her back as he draws closer to where she aches for him. She breaks the kiss once more, panting heavily, and meets his eyes in the dim light of the hallway. "Do you want this?" She whispers huskily, her hand moving lower on his body now, cupping his erection through his pants. "I can tell how much you want me..." Her voice trails off as she leans forward and begins to nibble at his earlobe, nipples hardening beneath her bra. Jakob F shudders at the sensation, struggling to find words amidst the haze of desire. All he can manage is a quiet, hoarse groan as his hips jerk involuntarily into her hand. "Then take what you want..." she breathes against his skin before pushing him gently backwards until they reach a nearby wall. She steps between his legs, feeling the heat radiating from his crotch as their flesh meets once more in this forbidden embrace. With shaking hands, she begins to unbutton his jeans, exposing him fully to her touch, and finally setting him free. "There..." she whispers, looking up at him with eyes full of desire and lust. "Take me." She lifts one leg, wrapping it around his waist as he thrusts forward, burying himself deep inside her. It feels so good, like

He fills her up completely, stretching her in ways she never thought possible. She groans, feeling overwhelmed by the sensation, and wraps both legs around him, holding on tight as he begins to move faster. Her nails dig into his shoulders, leaving bloody lines behind as they writhe together in ecstasy. She's close now, so close she can feel her release building deep inside. She clenches her muscles around him, meeting every thrust with a shivering arch of her back, her mouth agape in a silent scream. It's too much, it's all just too perfect. As the waves of pleasure crest over her, she digs her heels into his back and cries out, her body quaking as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over her, leaving her spent but satisfied. Finally, they come down from their high, panting heavily and trying to catch their breaths. Jakob F is still inside her, but it's different now; slower and gentler as they both recover. Beatrice leans her head against his shoulder, marveling at how good this feels. How easy it was for him to make her forget about everything else. She doesn't want it to end. But of course, it must. Jakob F is her neighbor, after all. So as he begins to soften inside her, she disentangles their limbs and steps away, a small puddle of her own juices left on the floor beneath them. She straightens out his clothes, brushes some stray hair from his face, and smooths down her dress before finally looking up at him. Her heart feels heavy in her chest as she wonders if he'll remember any of this tomorrow. If this will change anything between them. Because deep down, she knows that it shouldn'

She wanted to say something more, anything to make this moment last just a little bit longer. But the words get caught in her throat, choked off by the weight of her secret crush on him and all the shame that comes with it. So instead she just smiles weakly at Jakob F, hoping he'll understand without her having to say anything. "We should probably go back out there," she finally manages to croak out. "Our friends are probably wondering where we are." Her voice is light and airy, as if discussing the weather or some other mundane topic. But inside, she's screaming. Screaming for him to stay with her just a little bit longer, even though she knows he can never be hers. The walk back to the dance floor seems to stretch on forever, and every step away from Jakob F feels like a knife through her heart. She forces herself to focus on the music, the lights, anything but the man who's presence still lingers on her skin long after he's gone. As they near their group of friends again, she turns to face him one last time, giving him a shy little wave before disappearing back into the crowd. It'll be another week until they see each other again, and during that time she'll have to find some way to forget about this night. To pretend like it never happened. But as much as she tries, she knows deep down that a part of her will always remember how Jakob F made her feel... even if he was just playing hard to get.