Maya Johar was having a hint of fun though she clearly looked like she was having more enjoyment than she really felt. A cute banshee girl had approached, and they danced together sensually. Their movements drew a few eyes, and it wasn’t long before a smoking elf joined them, pressing his hips against her ass as they danced. This was all very tame, and all there seemed to be to do was dance and drink. At least the tunes were all right, but they could have been better.
Just as the song to which she danced with the banshee and with the elf ended, a cute little blond number approached her. She seemed to exude confidence and mirth, and that smile of hers was hard to resist. The jinni pulled away from her dance partners as the other whispered in here ear, “That guy on the couch thinks you’re hot, and he’s totally a great ride.” Well, that was interesting.
Dark eyes moved toward Mr. Tall-Dark-and-Handsome as the blond walked away. He had a look about him that appealed to her. Plus, he looked familiar. That wasn’t saying much because she’d seen a lot of faces, good looking ones. However, those big, bushy eyebrows were hard to forget. She vaguely remembered seeing him at some party or other a few weeks ago, and she thought he’d been scoring some pot. Interesting. Maybe this party wouldn’t be such a bust after all.
Maya decided to make him wait, but even while she danced with plenty of pretty faces – and pretty bodies – her eyes continued to watch him. Instead of continually watching her, she saw his dark eyes occasionally move elsewhere. Following that gaze, she thought it led right to that vanilla Asian girl who’d tasted her White Russian. This actually sparked a hint of irritation in her while she danced though her face always reminded amused and sexy. How could he be watching her? Sure, she had good moves, but her sex appeal equated to that of a sea slug. Besides, she wasn’t nearly as attractive as jinni. She’d just have to make sure he had eyes only for her.
She watched him retrieve more alcohol, and when he seated himself, she made her move. As soon as she was near, he greeted her in quite an unfriendly manner, but Maya wasn’t fazed. It only meant she’d be met with a challenge. After all, he must care for that little vanilla dancer, or his eyes wouldn’t have wandered to her so much. It was always fun to take someone’s mind from what was important in life.
“Why so serious?” She joked. “Most men would be flattered that a beautiful woman would approach them.” She set her cup aside, her fingers moving to grip the neck of the bottle he held. “May I?” She asked, not waiting for his response before she took it from him. Her lips wrapped around the smooth glass, and the liquid poured into mouth, burning her throat on the way down. It didn’t bother her because she loved fire and anything like it. She handed the tequila back to him after two long swigs. She definitely knew how to drink.
“You look familiar.” She said as she slid onto the couch cushion beside him, her long legs crossing sensually. Her thigh was pressed against his, and he would be able to feel the comfortable heat from her flesh. As a spirit of fire, her body temperature was a bit higher than most creatures’.
Her hand patted his leg slowly. “I’m Maya. I think I saw you at Ralph’s apartment a while back.” Ralph was a drug dealer and one of her primary sources. She had a couple of others to whom she went to score, but not too many. Knowing that he so obviously smoked pot since she had seen the smooth exchange of goods and cash gave them something in common. “I’d remember those eyebrows anywhere.” She declare, one well manicured finger tracing his right brow, the closest one to her.