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potential
mates. Usually they turn away suitors just because there’s a creep
factor in meeting a mate at a club. Women will dance with each
other seductively because it’s safer, seductive, and ego
boosting.
    I pulled Darby and Keta up to
dance around the center table. I wasn’t yet ready to climb up the
table to dance. I’d have to get a few drinks in me to loosen up
enough to make a spectacle of myself. The DJ seamlessly mixed a
variety of hip hop, electronic, disco and reggaeton
music.
    Our drinks arrived and were set
down on the center table, the bottle and the shot glasses were
placed at the end of the couch on a side table. We all took our
martini glasses and offered ‘cheers’, clinking our glasses together
and drinking. As I took a sip and swayed to the music, I turned to
take a look at the club. I saw a group of four men walking to an
empty lounge area four stations away. They were all really
handsome, but the last man was familiar. He had been in my
fantasies for the last few days. Dr. Dashing. He sat at the end of
the couch and crossed his leg. He seemed so relaxed, smiling and
laughing with his friends. I was stunned in place.
    The waitress walked over and took
their order. After she walked away to fill their order, he looked
around the club. As his view turned toward our direction, I turned
around and whispered to Keta that Doctor Dashing was seated
straight ahead at twelve o’clock. Keta looked and smiled,
immediately turned to Darby and told her. Darby beamed and walked
over to Chelz who was sitting on the couch talking to Patty and
Marta. She bent over and whispered. Chelz immediately popped her
eyes up and looked over to see Dashing, and she proceeded to tell
both Patty and Marta, whom whipped their necks to the location
where he sat. Could it have been more obvious? I was sure that he
felt all eyes on him coming from the desperate bridal party
directly before him.
    I dared not look and continued
drinking and dancing with my back away from him. He wouldn’t
recognize me anyway. Besides, a hot guy like him is sure to have a
girlfriend. Sure enough, Keta leaned into my ear and told me that
three women approached his lounge area, and that one of them sat
beside him, which confirmed my suspicion that he was attached. My
hopes for a sexual encounter with Dashing plummeted in that
instant. I dared not look at him for fear that tears would well up
in my eyes and I’d run out in a jealous rage, which makes
absolutely no sense because there was no cause for
jealousy.
    Curiosity got the better of me,
and I turned to look at them. There was a very pretty blonde woman
seated next to him. She was Amazonian: tall and slender, wearing a
red shimmery dress. I felt a pang of disappointment. I’d hoped that
after a few drinks, I’d summon the courage to go up to him and at
least say ‘hi’. It was a moot point now that I saw him sit close to
the Blonde, and watched as he put his lips close to her ear to
talk.
    I leaned into Keta and said, “No
one that hot would be single.” I shrugged and continued
dancing.
    We poured each other shots. I
downed mine, and felt the burn down my chest, warming me all over.
My nipples pearled as the liquid tingled and heated my body. I
placed my shot glass on the table. The music moved me to dance,
shaking and swaying my hips. When I felt a strong grip at my elbow,
I hoped it was Dashing. However, the hand wasn’t the soft, large
hands that I remember touching my legs and my hips. When I turned
to face the man, my face became serious. He stood at about five
feet, six inches, which is my height in bare feet. I stood over him
with my four inch platform heels. I looked down at him. He wasn’t
unattractive, but definitely wasn’t my type. He wasn’t enough to
leave my girls for a drink or a dance.
    “Can I buy you a drink?” He
asked.
    “No, thank you. I’m sorry. This is
girls’ night out and we aren’t here to mingle with anyone else.
Have a great night.” I said without a