The smell of perfume. Fruit, flowers and sex. I can smell her, even here, as soon as she walks into the room. I look up and our eyes lock, a moment of tension passes between us, then silent recognition as she nods her head and smiles.

She walks to the far table and sits among a group of her acquaintances. I try not to look at her, and pay attention to the game I'm playing. But I can't help looking over my shoulder every time the air shifts and I get a fresh whiff of her scent. She has filled this smoky room with it.

I lean forward to make my next shot, conscious of the neckline of my shirt. It billows out and the edge of my bra is revealed. "Black lace on pale skin" I think to myself, knowing full well that the real game being played tonight isn't the billiards, but the hunt for her. I make the shot, watch the ball rolling down the table and finding it's way to the corner pocket and only after it sinks below the table do I look up.

I catch her watching me, but she quickly turns away and starts up a new conversation with the boy beside her. I had guessed that the black lace would get her attention, and I seemed to be right.

We had met a few months ago. I was introduced to her at a fetish party being held by a mutual friend. She wore only a small chiffon slip dress under a winding silver chain. I felt the lust rise within me immediately. I looked her into her eyes, and was sure I saw excitement building within her as well. But she only leaned close and shook my hand before saying goodnight to our hostess. She headed for the door and left the party without looking back. The smell of her perfume lingered in the air.

"She very new to this world" the hostess quickly explained, eyeing me cautiously from behind her feather mask. I asked her if my attraction was that obvious, she just laughed, and I was guided to another room to meet more of her friends.

At the pool table, I Imagine her nipples, taught and swollen, showing through the sheer fabric of that dress, I shoot my next ball and it rattles back and forth in the pocket. It's hard to concentrate with her sitting there, only 20 feet away. I force myself to check my next glance and focus on my game.

On my next shot, I run the final three balls. My opponent racks them up again. As I lean down to break, I look ahead and this time she is staring at me. I smile, and still facing me, she closes her eyes. She leans her head back and touches her neck, then her throat with the back of her fingers. She lingers there a moment then reaches slowly down towards her chest, stopping just above the neckline of her shirt. She opens her eyes and looks towards me once more, before turning back to her friends' conversation.

I put down my cue, knowing that my next game would be shot anyway, and walk to the door. I look back at her before I leave, hoping that she will follow.

About a week after the fetish party, we had met up once again. This time it was at a fashion show and art exhibit that was being held at a downtown bar. I had walked in by myself and spotted her sitting at a table, alone. I went to her immediately, and saw the recognition in her eyes as she looked up and greeted me. The lights were low, the music was ethereal and soft, and for the hours we spent together that night, she was radiant. I felt as though we had entered another world.

Girls graced the stage, dressed in flowing dresses revealing a little, here, and leaving a little to the imagination, there. They looked like the fairies that were on the paintings that hung on the walls. Lights flashed, some people were glowing in iridescent costumes. And the whole time, I could smell her perfume.

We teased each other as we sat at that table. Touching hands, fingering each others palms, kissing fingers and tasting lips. She brushed behind my ear with her lips and breath. She bit my shoulder gentle at first, then firmly and then hard enough to draw sweet blood. I could feel her need, and understood her insistence. I knew I would take her home that night.

Just outside the pool hall, I sit down on the curb to wait for her. The game is almost over. I just have to hope that she gives in and follows me.

To be continued...