She Bangs

Title: She bang....

Genure: Smut

Pairing: Cruz/Santiago

Rating: NC17

Authour: Kiley Louisa Benham

Summary: A mystery go go dancer and a hot Manny... woot!

Author notes: enough angst for me time for kinki kiki's force to return

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Music thumped around the club, the floor vibrating slightly as the bass pounded in his ears.

He'd ran out of that anti-crime office as soon as he could, his eyes and body betraying him, as he found Maritza leaning over the filing cabinet, head obscured looking for a file. Or something. He couldn't really remember. Not after having her bent over like that infront of him. Her nice, tight ass directly in his face.

That was two hours ago. Which brought him here. A seedy,greasy night club. Where older men got off while watching young creatures move. He sighed aloud to himself as he payed at the front desk, his feet moving him slowly down the hall to the room he'd been given. The secratary giving him a sly smile before returning to her magazine.

The room was small, and stank of ciggerate smoke. He sat his tense gallant figure into the chair provided and awaited his "lady".

He had no idea why he would result to this. But the anticapation he had felt when he saw her sent blood rushing to one place only.

He needed a release, and at this point he needed to see something real.. just not a picture in a magazine.

She entered the room. Long thin legs attired with fish nets, spiked heels, short short skirt, and a bra. He had to admit. He liked what he saw. Tanned skin against the harsh black contrasted sharply with her striking body. Her hips curved, her breasts supple, her face obscured by dark tendrils.

Her voice was purred as she spoke asking him his name.

"Manny" he replied softly.

She responded with a gentle laugh "okay Manny just relax okay"

She moved slowly, walking towards her stero flicking the switch and tilting her head to the right. "any requests... Manny"

Something about her voice elicted a hazy image of someone he knew. He responded No. His mind somewhere else.

Music thumped around him, her body moving slowly, taunting him as her legs splayed, her hands running against smooth skin, her hips rolled, her arms raised above her head, her breasts raising slightly.

Eyes strained in the subdued room. He wanted to see her face, look into her eyes, wanted some sort of connection.

"you do know.. that you only payed for the dancing right" She murmered moving effortlessly to the music.

He nodded silently. Hands clasped at his knees.

She moved towards him, her middle finger extending and prodding him in the chest forcing him to sit back in the seat, her pronouced hip bones evident as she dipped slightly infront of him. Her hips rolling infront of him.

His mind went of to fantasy land. He imagined that this woman was Maritza. This beauty was Maritza. He imagined her puckered lips. Imagined his hands on her hips. He felt himself becoming erect, hands coming to rest in his lap.

"Maritza" He murmered softly, the dancer halting her movements.

"what" she refuted unsure of what she just heard.

His eyes snapped open, her hair pushed out from her eyes.

"what the fuck?" Manny spoke harshly. "Maritza?"

On instinct she grabbed ahold of his jacket wrapping it around herself. She felt over exposed, the dire need for material against her skin protecting her from the cold.

"Manny" she mumbled agitated. "what are you doing here?"

"What am I doing here????" he refuted

"yes what are you doing here"

"I needed to have a release" He motioned with his right hand, remaining seated.

"Never figured you for the paying type" she hissed between gritted teeth.

"Yeah well i never figured you, to fit in at one of these places" He spat fists clenched at his side.

She turned her back to him pissed. Her shoulders tense her stance agitated as he got out of the chair.

"I just.. i need the money" she explained to the wall feeling footsteps edge closer towards her.

"i'm sorry.. i don't mean it.. you don't fit in here..." He replied, hands falling to shoulders in a reassuring manner. "you know.. i can help you out if you need anything" he reassured her.

"I know.. i have to do this on my own" she spun about foot.

"look i can leave if you want"

"No.. no Manny it's all right, you looked like a decent human being when i walked in through that door"

Awarked silence fell between the two, eyes darting around the small secluded room.

His jacket was big on her, the sleeves hanging down to her knees. His scent serving as a comfart, the hem of the jacket brushed against her upper theighs.

She contined the thoughts that locked her into admiration. He had murmered her name. The realization setting upon her.

"Manny" She cleared her throat, eyes meeting his. "Did you know it was me, when you were sitting in the chair.. did you know it was me?"

His feet shuffled, inner voices telling him to lie.. to say yes you did know it was her. "No.. i didn't" he hung his head cheeks aflush with both arousal and embarassment.

Her body moved towards him, he could feel the heat moving through his body.

"look, i can't do this now.." one step back.

"I'm not asking you to do anything" one step forward.

"You don't belong her Ritz" one step back.

"neither do you" One step forward.

"Your better than this" One step back.

"So are you" One step forward.

His knees buckled as he felt them meet with the couch he had been sitting on earlier. Her slender frame moving towards him, hips twisting as she walked.

"Just once.. Manni.. Just once" she murmered as her legs parted, straddling him.

He sat speechless. She wanted him. His eyes remained unfocussed on anything, darting in anticipation.

"touch me" she ordered her hand grabbing ahold of his, and pushing it against her breast. Clasping at fingers, the jacket falling open. Fingers caressed against the soft mound, Her shoulders shrugged losing contact with the jacket as it fell at his feet. Her hands extending towards his face, caressing him, playing at the stubble against his chin.

Able fingers unhooked her bra, allowing it to fall with the jacket, finger tips traced around her nipple, her back arching towards him making the prussure against her breast just that little extra. His left hand joining his right, teasing both of her breasts at the same time, her teeth biting at her lower lip. A moaned Manni falling from them as he pinched at her, calloused finger tips moving erotically towards her lips.

She felt his finger tips against her lip. Her tounge extending, licking slowly at it, her mouth taking his entire digit inside, her tounge swirling around, mouth alternating between long slow suction, to hard suction, complete with teeth, his hips bucked in satasifaciton against her. His erect dick hitting her at the core.

Once she felt him against her, the friction started her burning need, for him, to be inside her. Hands undid his belt buckle, the belt snapping in protest as she ripped it from him.

His arms raised slightly, her hands dragging the shirt over his head, dropping it beside her she dragged her finger nails down his sculpted chest, her fingers slipping beneath his jeans feeling him against her hand. He moaned incoherantly thrusting against her. Her able fingers undid the buttons and the zipper and pulled the jeans down low enough for him, to shake them down to the floor.

She moved swiftly, Pulling latex over him, her hair brushing against his bare chest. She removed her underwear promptly, coming to straddle against him once more.

Her legs on either side of his theighs, slowly, she impaled her self against him. His hard cock sending shivers down her spine, he filled her completely, the friction enough to set the party going.

She moved her hips as if she were dancing, hip bones brushing against his every so often as she rode him.

His hands rested on her ass, her skirt becoming tangled in his hands as he pushed her forward bringing her closer to him, impaling himself further inside of her. His body angled slightly to the left , creating a sharp, angle of ecstasy. With every roll of the hips he was deeper inside of her. Her breath quivering as she dragged her finger nails against the bare flesh of his back, angry red marks of erotica burnt into him.

He felt him throb inside of her, felt the satisfaction fall against his body, felt her self let go, moving quickly determined to make him come before her.

A unspoken war began against them, his head leaning forward sucking at her breasts, tounge teasing, senstive flesh.

Her hands tugging at unwarned hairs at the nape of his neck.

His fingers splayed against her lower back caressing her softly.

Her hands ran down his arms.

His mouth decended against his neck.

She lost it, A satisfied moan of his name while moving, her body trembling in complete and utter forfillment.

He contined to thrust, upwards. Her moan of his name sending him over the edge, collecting both of them and sending them to pleasure town.

"Now.. that.. is something that you deserve" she smiled secretly acutely aware that she'd seen the sexual tension arise between them months earlier.