Hybristophilia Phone Sex – Meeting a Dangerous Man – Part I

 

 

So call me crazy but I get turned on, to emphasize, like really turned on by Dangerous Men. Ever since I was a young girl and started to pay attention to the opposite sex I was very drawn to the bad boy. My first kiss was with the boy who tried to light the school on fire. I waited 6 days for him to return to school so I could pin him against the wall in the back of the library and kiss him. In fact, I’m sure I tortured my parents growing updating the boys who stole cars and sold drugs. The worse trouble they got in the more I wanted to be with them. Hybristophilia Phone Sex.

I couldn’t get enough of Bad Boys.

My bad boy stage eventually evolved to Dangerous men when I got older. The Bad boy with minor misdemeanors I found boring, needless to say, I wanted something more. In my early 20’s I did some research on some men who were put away for some very dark and serious crimes. This one man, In particular, caught my attention. He was one of the top men of the Mafia and was in jail for minor crimes. The media labeled him one of the most dangerous men in our city and even said he brutally murdered 3 men with his bare hands but evidence couldn’t find him guilty of it. He was perfect.

Luckily, he was just released out on parole.

I knew where the Mafia members usually hung out in the evenings. It was a club on the west side of downtown and of course, was owned by the Mafia. It was quite popular but a dangerous place to go as the law really had no effect there.  I decided to head there that night. Of course I dressed to the nines in one of my favorite dresses which was an electric purple tight fitting short mini dress and very tall black shiny pumps.

I specifically had a cab drop me off and was by myself. There was a line up of people out front and 2 bouncers at the door holding clipboards. I stepped forward and looked down to the end of the line. Just when I was about to turn to head towards the back of the line the bouncer called out to me “Princess, you’re next.” I smiled at him and immediately headed in the club.

I scanned the club and could see the Mafia members in the VIP lounge, I then headed to the bar to get a drink.

Half way to the bar I decided to glance up at the VIP area , that was when I saw him and surprisingly he was staring right at me. He had very dark features and was quite muscular. His crystal blue eyes looked like steel. I smiled then turned my head and confidently kept heading to the bar. Two men at the bar turned and looked at me then parted so I could get to the counter. The bartender was at the end of the counter pouring drinks for a group. I gave a sigh and I could feel the man on my left side get fairly close. “Can I buy you a drink?” I looked at him, although he was not bad looking I was there for one particular man.

“No thank you.” I politely turned him down. He then stepped closer and put his hand on my lower back.

“Come on Baby, don’t play hard to get.” He insisted.

“I am not interested, remove your hand off of me!” I scolded not pleased at all by the intrusion.

Before the man could speak another man behind us spoke. “She said no.”

“Listen Buddy, no one needs your opinion.” As he turned around to confront him, he then realized who it was. “ Oh – Ah Sorry Mr. Baratta.” Quickly he then left.

Anthony Baratta moved into the spot the previous man was.” Have you ordered your drink?” He said to me. I smiled at him and shook my head. “Hey Joe, we need a drink down here.” He told the bartender who promptly came over and poured my drink.

I loved how much respect he got, not to mention, every man in here was afraid of him.

He invited me to come to the VIP lounge with him, of course I agreed. We talked for a while and our flirting became more and more. He placed the back of his finger on my arm and slid it down. His touch felt like electricity. I smiled slyly at him as I took a sip of my drink. “Its getting late Holly, can I drive you home?”

“ No.” He looked surprisingly at me. I leaned in and whispered in his ear. “You can drive me to your home.”

A smile stretched over his face. He took my drink and put it on the table then stood up and offered his hand to help me up and we left the club. His driver had the car at the door, and I couldn’t help to wonder how he got there so fast. Either way I got in the back with Anthony and we drove to his place.

 

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