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Feral Emotions
(Nicola Nichols)

The man next to her took the CD and signed it with a flourish and a huge smile. He was shirtless, still wearing the armbands he'd worn on stage, and smelling vaguely of musk and sex. He was the other half of the featured duo.



"This is Taylor," Erhart said. "Taylor, meet Maya."



"You look delicious," he said. He had a voice like velvet.



She chuckled, thinking he was pretty delicious himself. "Thanks for signing my CD," she said, unable to think of an intelligent reply.



"If you like having me sign this one, I can come to your house and sign all your CDs. I am very good at signing 'Bob Dylan' and 'Bob Marley' and so on." He laughed. "I can sign for all those Bobs. I can sign bodies too."



His joyful expression, powerful arms and muscular body sent a chill through her as she imagined him signing her naked belly, her ass. "I'll keep that in mind."



"This one dangerous too," Ayra said. "You got to work all the time keeping men like them in line."



"You know I'll stand in line for you anytime," Taylor teased, making Ayra grin and shrug her lean shoulders. She was still smiling broadly as Maya and Erhart moved up the line.



As the other dancers and drummers signed her CD, Maya grew flushed. She'd expected all the dancers to have great bodies, but there was a compelling, erotic primal quality to them she hadn't expected. Of course the performance had been sensual, but this close to them, a hint of danger??"a lovely edge??"made the hair on her neck rise. The men were shirtless and muscular, covered with a sheen of sweat from the dancing.



Her head spun slightly as she put the CD in her small purse and they left the lobby, heading for the pub where Dave and Emma waited. The night was warm and dark. The streetlights glowed erratically.



Erhart stopped, and held her arm, stopping her. "It's a couple more blocks," she said.



He held her in a firm grip, shaking his head. "Not what I want. What I want is right here."



Before she could think he pulled her into a narrow alley, leading her back into deep shadows. He turned her toward the dank concrete wall and began hiking her dress up. She gasped as he pulled it over her ass and began yanking her panties down. Her gasp was one of surprise, not protest. Her cunt was hot, wanting him, and she dropped her purse on the ground and leaned forward, putting her hands on the wall to brace herself as he squatted, running his hands over her now-bare ass and getting her panties down to her ankles then helping her step out of them.



His zipper sounded fantastically loud as he stood and undid his pants. Then he was behind her, bring his hard cock between her legs, moving her feet further apart with his leg, and then easing into her. His shaft burned as it filled her and then he began fucking her in hard thrusts. She pressed her hips back, taking him deeper. He reached around her and managed to work the top of her dress down, freeing her breasts so that he could fondle them as he filled her cunt.



She came, thinking how she'd never been fucked in an alley before, never fucked a man she had just met, and mostly how glorious it all felt.