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chance to greet Dashing. I would’ve liked to have
heard his deep voice once more. I’ve dreamed about getting a smile
out of him. I couldn’t help but want more, imagine more, and need
more.
    I went home. I thought about Dr.
Dashing once again as I touched all the places where his large
hands trailed on my body, and I caressed the other places where I
wanted him to touch. Instead of feeling gratification, I felt more
empty and alone, needing something more to fill the void. ‘Who
knows, I might get lucky on Friday night’, I reasoned.

FOUR
    On
Friday, most of the girls met at Duration after our shift ended.
Chelz and I showered, changed, and did our hair and makeup in the
locker room. Patty and Marta were already waiting at the front desk
area. We were going to meet Keta and Darby at the restaurant
because they were to make sure our table was ready.
    We decided to eat at a great
restaurant in the South End; a Chinese, Caribbean fusion,
“Cocorico”, created by family of Marta who were Puerto Rican of
Chinese descent. The food was fabulous and I refused to stuff
myself because my tight green dress was not stretchy enough for
bloat. I made a mental note to return in the future, even if it was
a splurge. I paid the bill with money that the five bridesmaids
pooled to pay for dinner, transportation, and the expense of drinks
at the club.
    We all climbed in the Limo and
chatted on the drive to Lumiere. The excitement was intoxicating.
The girls opened up a bottle of champagne and started passing
flutes filled with the bubbly treat. I took one sip in a toast, but
I decided that I wouldn’t drink at dinner, but would imbibe at the
club.
    It was a bit chilly out as we
exited the limo and walked to the entrance. I wrapped my shawl
around my face covering up from the biting night. It was our great
fortune to have been listed on the VIP list at the club entrance
and reserved seating at a VIP lounge. Darby’s sister works for the
management team of the club owners.
    We went right through and were
greeted by one of the associates, whom walked us to the coat check.
The six of us shrugged out of our trench coats. We kept our shawls
in case the club was cold with the piped in air. I held onto my
sparkly clutch and linked arms with Keta. She and I are usually
connected at the hip when we’ve gone dancing. We were lead to the
reserved lounge area. The club was loud with the upbeat music. The
lighting was dark with lots of wavy, multicolored lights randomly
spotlighting sections of the club and its many dancers. Even at
this early hour of ten, it was filled with dancers, drinkers and
gazers standing by the bar.
    The lounge area was a large,
semicircle sectional couch with a center table. The oval center
table was made of wood outlined by thick glass. It looked like a
stage, great for dancing. I pointed it out to Chelz and winked.
“No”, she mouthed while waving her hands. I nodded and I mockingly
ran my tongue over my upper lip. We broke out in
laughter.
    I decided to wait until we were
all sufficiently inebriated. I don’t drink often, but tonight was
going to be a change from my boring routine. I’d been waiting for
two years to celebrate the end of Chelz’s single status. I was
going to drink, dance, and if I attracted the attention of a hot
guy, I was going to allow myself to do naughty things with
him.
    The waitress took our drink order
for bottle service. We ordered tequila and something fruity and
feminine as well. I looked around the club to people watch. Mostly,
a lot of men were milling about, generally in packs, holding their
drinks and staring at the women dancing. Our girl code was not to
make eye contact with the male beasts for they will stampede and
ask for a dance or to buy a drink, or claiming that he found ‘the
one’. Mostly, a man in the club wants a good fuck and hopes she’s
drunk enough to at least give him head. The women were clustered in
groups of at least three, and they scanned the room for