CHAPTER FIVE: NIGHT OUT

Bubbles. Bubbles make everything fun. If I had to admit, bubbles were the one thing that made me childish. I enjoyed bubbles in my hot bath, with a glass of champagne, bubbles at the top. And with soft music playing in the background, I blew the bubbles off my hands, watching as they flew back in the water that I had submerged myself in. The heat brought my body ease and helped with the slight soreness of my feet. That’s what I get for wearing those heels. I tossed my feet over the side of the tub, hearing the water swish around me, a few drops falling from my small toes into the while tile of the bathroom floor. I took a sip of my drink as I stared off into space, thinking of the night to come. First off, what was I wearing? The black dress was always a safe pick, but tonight I was feeling a little daring. What do young men these days like? Short and revealing. Lord knew I had plenty of that. What about colors? What catches their eye? My mind wandered to the cute blue dress that I have hanging. It hugged my breasts and thighs as if it never wanted to leave my body. Then, I would put my hair up, letting my neck be on display. I smiled at the thought. Men won’t even know what hit them tonight.

Ignore the cold. Ignore the cold. That was all I could say as I sat in the back of a taxi cab, feeling the dark leather against the back of my legs. Beauty always came with a price. Whether it be weak ankles, sore feet, and freezing limbs. If I wanted to be noticed, I was going to have to suffer through all of that. Once I had my prize for the night, it was all worth it… usually. I stared out the window, seeing lines of traffic. There must’ve been something going on downtown. It was always busy, but not this busy. I stared straight ahead, trying to get a better look at what was in front of us. I saw nothing but tail lights in front of us. 

“You seemed to have picked one hell of a night to come downtown,” the older man in the driver’s seat spoke to me, his eyes staring back at me through the rear view mirror. I gave a fake smile. It never matched his. His smile was dangerous. I could only imagine the disgusting thoughts that played throughout his mind. I almost shuddered at the thought, but of course I kept my composure. The driver was overweight, I could smell the cigarette on his breath though he was feet away from me. I could spot the sweat stains on the collar of his tan shirt. Nothing about him was appealing. I never shied away from compliments, from wandering eyes, only because it confirmed that I was hot shit, but at this moment, I wanted his eyes to peel away from me. “This might take a minute sweetheart.” Please, refrain from calling me that I thought with a slight roll of my eyes. 

“You can pull over here,” I said out loud, seeing an opening off to the right of the street.

“Are you sure about that? You still have to walk three blocks,” the man spoke, not making any effort to pull over. I’d rather walk than to be stuck in this car with you. I grabbed the handle of the car, pushing it to an open. “Hey!” The vehicle in itself was moving at a slow speed. I thought for a moment that I may lose my balance in these silver heels, but when I landed safely, I couldn’t help but to smile. The driver had rolled down his passenger window, not wanting me to get away without paying twenty bucks for the drive. I tossed the money in before he could say another word. I found my way to the sidewalk, seeing other club goers making their way down. There were two clubs down this way and it seemed that both of them were pulling in many customers tonight. I crossed my arms over my chest, again, ignoring the cold.  I stared down at my feet when I walked, as if that was going to keep the cold away. Move fast, I thought. A smooth drink, warmth and men waited just ten minutes away.

There it is I thought as I walked up to the club, seeing the line wrap around the building. There was a white rope at the entrance and a rather large balding man blocking it. I took a deep breath; already imagining the heat on my toes, legs and thighs. The bald man seemed to spot me instantly, and the rope was held open. He had his back towards the line, ignoring their groans of irritation. 

“It’s good to see you,” the dark haired man said to me. I gave a smile as I walked forward. 

“Why does this bitch get to go ahead of us,” I heard a woman speak. I stopped in my tracks. Did she not realize how loud she was talking or was that intentional? I took a few steps back, my eyes scanning the small group that was first in line. Who said that? She gave herself away. The way she stood, foot out, arms crossed. Her green eyes fluttered as she rolled them, and her lips tightened as if she were waiting for me to say something, to call her out. I gave a smile. 

“Were you talking about me?” I asked. She cleared her throat, confidence radiating from her body as she stood a little taller. The bouncer moved to the side just a bit so she and I could get a clear view of each other. He knew me. He knew there wasn’t going to be a fight, but I could tell that he was curious as to how this would play out. 

“I just don’t understand how we’ve been waiting here for two hours and you can just walk in as soon as you show up.” 

“Maybe I am important,” I said with a smile. The girl was gorgeous. Tall, skinny, with a little fat in all the right places. Her tight black and silver skirt was lifted over her belly, and she wore a white crop top that left the lower breast on display. I didn’t approve of her clothing. Sure, I rocked the short and skimpy look, but this was full on prostitute to me, but maybe that was what the young men liked. I eyed the people behind her. Two other girls, a little more reserved than she was, followed by two tall men in the back. They looked amused by the situation. 

“You don’t have a badge around your neck. You didn’t pull up in a fancy car or with a driver; you don’t have a posse…” 

“A posse?” I chuckled. “All of these things that you list, that’s how you think an important person would show up?” She shrugged her shoulders. “I am more important than you think.” She stared at me as if she didn’t believe me and suddenly I felt the urge to prove it. I turned toward the guard dog, lifting my hand and pointing at two men. “Them.” He blinked. “I want them.” He gave a nod, indicating that it was okay. I gave a grin as I walked to the side of the young women, passing them. They watched me intently as I faced the two men. They stared at me as if they were under some sort of spell. 

“I need escorts,” I said aloud. “I’m low on male companions for the night. Are you interested?” They shared glances with each other as if they were having secret conversations with their eyes.  Come with me or stay with them. The choice wasn’t that hard. When they both gave smiles I knew their decision. I grabbed them by the hand, pulling them behind me. The girls complained even louder, their jaws hitting the floor. 

“Are you serious?” The blonde yelled as we disappeared into the club doors. I chuckled, as I glanced back at the men, who didn’t even bother to look back at the females they left behind.  Yes, I knew what men liked and I knew how to wrap them around my finger. It was good to see that some things hadn’t changed. 

I think I can be nice for the night, I thought to myself as the three of us took the first opened seats we saw at the bar. Normally, I don’t buy the drinks for the men, they buy for me, but I figured I could do a few things differently. I sat in the middle of the two, eyes going from the left side of me to the right. 

“So, what are your names?” My eyes stuck to the man on my right first. He stared back, realizing I wanted his response before the other.

“Matt.” Matt? Typical name. Matt was sat, blond hair, blue eyes. Jeans and white T-shirt is what he rocked, all of his clothing a little loose. 

“And yours?” My eyes went back to the left. 

“Shane.” 

“Shane?” I gave a smile. Though I picked two men tonight, I knew which one would be going home with me. Shane. Tall as well, but rocked dark clothing and matching hair that looked smooth to the touch. My type. 

“Well Matt and Shane, what can I treat you to tonight?” They smiled at me, obviously loving the way that they were being treated. It was time to let the fun begin. I’ve never been the type to share with men. I find one guy, and for that night, that guy was mine. ONE guy. That was how it always was, but here I was. Six tequila shots in and I was grinding between the two, letting their hands wander wherever they may. I didn’t mind as long as they kept it above the clothing, anything more, and I’d slowly dance away. They both yearned for me, and I kept wondering, what kind of person would I be if I denied them? I had to take them both. It was only fair. Looking at them, I could see that they wouldn’t mind. It would definitely be outside the box for me, but hey, I wasn’t all that shy and I liked trying new things. I could see a threesome in my near future.

I need a break, I thought as I left the boys on the dance floor and found a small table off to the side of the room where I could sit alone for a few minutes. Give me five minutes and water and I would be good to go. I hopped up onto the stool, taking pressure off my aching feet. I raised my hand for a hostess who came to me rather quickly. I gave her my request. Glass of water with a lime on the side, and she was on her way. And then I waited. I crossed my legs as best as I could, staring off into space, thinking about work. How lame was that? Here I was, enjoying the company of two guys at one of the most popular night clubs, and I was thinking about work! Suddenly, I felt this warmness overcome me. I blinked, pulling myself back from my thoughts, eyes skimming around me. Someone was watching me. Within seconds, I found him. He stood at the bar, body leaning forward as he rested on his forearms, more than likely awaiting his drink. He had hazel eyes, and slightly curly black hair. He was overdressed, wearing black dress pants, a button up white shirt, and dark blue tie. There was fuzz growing on his face, surrounding these juicy pink lips. I looked away. Normally, he would be the type of guy that I would disregard. Though he looked young in the face at first glance, second glance, if you stared close enough, you’d see a man mid-twenties, early thirties. He wasn’t my type, but somehow, he was making my heart thump, and I felt pressure between my legs. I looked at him once more, and still he stared. Then, he gave a grin, showing perfect bright teeth that made my knees weak. I couldn’t bring myself to smile back, but I also couldn’t take my eyes off of him. I wondered what was going through his mind as he stared at me, taking me in. 

“What are you gawking at?” I heard a female voice say. I looked up to see a dark haired woman walking towards me, her arm hooked on to a handsome man. I gave a grin, happy to see that Alisha and Andre had the time to stop by. I hopped off the stool, thankful that I landed safely, but still feeling the pain of my feet. I smiled through the pain, hugging my friends. 

“I honestly thought you two weren’t going to make it out tonight,” I shouted over the music. 

“You didn’t answer her question,” Andre replied, over my shoulder as he gave me a squeeze. When I let him go, he tried looking in the direction in which I was staring, and there was nothing. The attractive man that I had made eye contact with seemed to disappear. I shook my head. 

“I was just… lost in work,” I spoke, bringing stools over. Together we sat. 

“How’s the talent tonight?” Andre’s eyes continued to scan the crowd, ready to hunt, while Alisha seemed to be disinterested. 

“I had better nights,” I answered. Sure, I had two men that I was willing to take home, but they weren’t out of this world, making my most sacred place wet, but they would do. “But, I know my night won’t be boring.”

“It never is,” Alisha murmured eyes on the golden watch around her small wrist. I stared at her, wondering what it was that was bothering her. Alisha usually loved the hunt as much as we did. She’d be the first person to order a round, the first person on the dance floor, the first person to know what she was after, but tonight, it was all wrong. 

“She’s been like this for a few hours,” Andre spoke out, raising his arm to get a hostess. Alisha looked up at us, her green eyes looking a little dull. 

“What’s going on babe?” She smiled, her pink lipstick showing off her delicate lips. I could tell that the smile was forced. I reached out and placed my hand upon hers, letting her know that I was there for her. 

“I’m just tired,” she said with a slight sigh. “Last night took a lot out of me.” Andre chuckled, knowing that last night was the same as every night. Filled with drinks, laughter, and dick.  I knew she was lying, but I wasn’t going to force her to speak what was on her mind. When she was ready to share she knew where to find me.  Though her mood was showing that she was in no way ready to mingle, she was dressed for the occasion. A long black dress fit tightly around her body, and her dark hair was in curls, pinned back showing off her gorgeous facial features. Alisha had a long face. It was complimented with high cheek bones as her face seemed to point out, giving her lips a certain plumpness. The young females around here call it duck lips. Her nose was skinny and hit a bit of a point, always reminding me of a character straight out of a Dr. Seuss book. Her eyes were big, with long red like lashes and beautiful green eyes. In a crowded room, it was hard to miss her. 

“You know what I think,” Andre said, finally having a hostess at his side. It was the same one who took my order, returning with my water finally. “I think you need a drink.” I gave a nod. That was always a good way to relieve any stress. She shook her head slowly. 

“Not tonight. I have a meeting at 6 am. I can’t stay out too late. I just wanted to make an appearance so I wouldn’t have to hear you complaining about it later.” We chuckled. 

“Fine,” Andre continued, “I’ll take two tequila’s. Both for me.” I smiled. 

“Someone wants to get into some trouble tonight.” He grinned. He was mischievous. I heard a few of his sex stories and they left me breathless. I always thought that I was the biggest freak of the group, but when Andre told me about his nights, it always put me in my place. 

“No, of course not,” he said, his voice kind of high pitched. He was telling a lie, that much we knew. “But, after this drink, we will all be getting on this dance floor.” Alisha shook her head slightly, her teeth showing, giving us reassurance that if we pressed her enough, she’d go wherever we were. “Raine McClaren, you know you’re going too! I will not take no for an answer!” As he finished his sentence, Matt came walking up, his hands in his jeans pockets. Shane followed right behind. 

“You disappeared on us,” he said, leaning in to me a bit. Andre’s eyes went wide, as he took in the men of my night. I think he was impressed. I nodded. 

“You found me.”

“Come dance,” he said, bringing his hand out. I looked over at Andre and Alisha. 

“I guess… I’ll see you guys out there,” I said, just as I took the hand of the young man. His hands were soft, just how I liked them. I was led to the center of the floor, where nothing was heard but the blaring of music. Again, I was between these two men, loving where the night was heading.