Inspired by the last song played in Good Girls Episode 3 "You Have Reached The Voicemail of Leslie Peterson".

Song inspiration: Juniore - Tout (sinon rien) rough google translation All (or nothing)

Looks like I change my mind as a shirt
It's never all black, all white, I see life in gray
It's a temperament, I'm indecisive
It's annoying when adventure, I relativize
As an aside, I often talk about living in a suitcase
Change continent, time zone, currency
The plan falls into the water, I dematerialise
I take the time to book surprises
And I want everything
All
Otherwise nothing
Looks like it's important, it's urgent, it's getting organized
It's true that I tend to lack mastery
I admit it, when I think about it, I improvise
I have a clear taste for imprecise ideas
And I want everything
All
Otherwise nothing
And I want everything
All
I want everything
All
I want everything
All
Otherwise nothing

By: Juniore - Tout (sinon rien) rough Google translation All (or nothing)

The club was reverberating with the deep bass thumping through the speakers situated throughout the spacious room. The dance floor was crowded, a few couples spilling out into the surrounding lounge area. Clusters of booths circled the dance floor, most filled with those drinking while they watched the show.

The stage featured a few gogo dancers, their burlesque outfits showing off plenty of curves as they swayed and dipped to the music.

Rio sauntered through the room as the song changed to a quicker tune, the words French and vibe straight sixties. His dark eyes scanned the room to find his contact, the man sitting near the stage watching a leggy blonde shake her ass.

Rio smirked at the sight, dragging his tongue across his bottom lip as he took in the dramatic curve of her hip. She wore the highest, pointiest heels he'd ever seen in his life, while sinfully shaking what the good Lord gave her.

The black bodice of her corset pushed her tits up and out, the shelf of soft pale skin bouncing with every dip of her tight body.

Rio slid into the booth, tipping his chin to the man across from him before returning his eyes to the girl in front of them. He noticed that she was singing along as she danced, the idea of her speaking French tightening his pants.

"She's hot, huh?" Damon offered, flashing him a smarmy grin. "The things I'd do to that bitch if I got my hands on her."

Rio cocked his head back, flashing the ink splayed across his throat as a reminder of who he was speaking to. Seeing the man's eyes widen a bit at the sight Rio rasped, "You do what you were supposed to."

"Yeah, man."

"Good. You can go." Rio drawled, flicking his chin to his boy, bringing him over to escort the guy out. He shook off the irritation the asshole's words caused and returned his eyes to the dancer just feet away.

She strut along, her hips popping out with every long-legged stride. Her eyes connected with his as she twirled around, her painted lips quirking to the side as she winked at him.

Rio felt his lip tug into sly smirk as she flirted with him while jiggling her luscious ass in his face.

Pulling his lip between his teeth, he canted his head back to take in the long line of her leg and arch of her back. She was scorching a path of heat from his core as she shimmied to the edge of the stage, her stilettos accenting her strong calves and thighs. He caught sight of ink on her hips and wrapped around her delicate ankle, the idea of more hidden treasures below her clothes made his dick twitch.

"Damn." He cursed under his breath as she bent over just enough to flash her deep cleavage at him while licking her slick red lips. She was a seductress, her obvious aim to destroy him with her lusty curves close to succeeding with all her teasing moves.

The song hit a crescendo bringing out a new set of moves from the blonde, her head tossing back and hands sliding over her curves hungrily. He watched her fingers curl into her soft body, hinting at the idea of her stripping herself bare without even budging a stitch.

She swayed her hips dramatically, twisting on the tips of her pointy toes with a grace he was convinced was witchcraft.

Rio's mouth was watering at the flash of asscheeks when she turned her back to him while twirling. He wanted her like nothing before. A feral hunger seemed to unravel behind his ribs, a need to taste every delicious morsel of the blonde woman.

He adjusted his aching dick when she strut towards him, her eyes following the movement of his hand. Her painted lip was pulled into her mouth as she bit down at the sight. He flashed her a knowing grin when her eyes raised back up. Rio was halfway certain she wanted him too, the way she focused on just his booth as she worked the stage.

The guitar in the tune picked up causing her to shake her shoulders, wiggling her tits to the beat. Her blonde hair swayed with every toss of her head, the ends brushing her ass. He wanted to wrap it around his fist as he devoured that flirty painted smirk.

When she licked her bottom lip at his dark hungry eyes, his mind jumped to the image of her on her knees, those red lips wrapping his dick as guided her with sharp tugs on that honey blonde hair.

She was sex on a stick, her skin glowing under the lights and eyes sparkling with humor as he continued to eye fuck her like there was no tomorrow. He pictured her bent over the edge of the booth's table, her little cheeky panties pulled down just enough to slid his fingers inside her. He wanted to lick a long swipe of that dewy sweat trailing down her neck right before burying his dick inside that tight little body.

Fuck, he was ravenous.

He wanted her badly.

When the song ended he could see her busty chest heaving from the effort she was putting into dancing. He wanted to see her that breathless underneath him as he fucked her into the closest hard surface.

She gave him a little smirk before joining the other girls to exit the stage allowing the next set of girls on.

Rio's gaze followed her as she reached the curtain, his lip tugging up as she looked back at him over her bare shoulder. Her eyebrow rose and her smirk twisted in amusement, before she curled her index finger urging him to follow.

He couldn't help but flash a cocky grin at the sight.

Yeah, she wanted him too.