And the first step had been to get her into a close embrace, dancing slowly and gently with her held tight in his arms. He felt she could learn to trust him this way, realize that he wasn't going to attack her the first minute he got near her.

That would come later, once he'd got her nicely mellowed with booze and seduced into the plush confines of his lavish bachelor pad.

Angie began to sing silently to herself along with the music, her body swaying in comfortable harmony with the big man who held her so strong and close.

Maybe this isn't going to be such a crummy evening after all, she thought dreamily. Maybe big boy here has more sensitivity than I thought. I figured he'd be the type to clutch first and wonder how I felt about it later… He's sure got some bod, too. If he's got a cock to match, it must really be a huge hunk of meat.

She ran her hands lightly over Dave's well-muscled back and shoulders, relishing the firm, hard feel of him through his silk shirt. The music was pulling its old tricks. Making her ravenously horny and high as a boozed-up slut.

"Hey, Angie, baby, what's the matter? Didn't you hear me?"

"Huh? Oh, I'm sorry, Dave. Lost in the music, I guess. What did you say?"

"I asked you how you'd like to sit down and have a nice quiet drink for a change. I don't know about you, but my tongue feels like a little patch of the Sahara."

"Yeah, I guess a drink sounds pretty good."

Angie's suspicions of Dave had given way to a dreamy compliance. She was getting into a good mood for the night ahead, and she was ready to come down from her solitary cloud. She edged in close beside Dave in the booth and downed her drink thirstily when it arrived. Delighted with the signs of success for the night's seduction, Dave quickly ordered refills.