It was a Monday night and like every Monday night I was at the Q-Club shooting pool with Jack and Michael. It was a tradition we started in college, and despite new jobs, marriages, and divorces we kept up the tradition for the seven years after college, well at least as best we could.
The Q-Club was a dive bar on the outskirts of town. It wasn't a place you went looking for love, or even really for sex. The women tended to be tired locals just grabbing a drink with their old man. Every once in a while a couple of naïve young coeds ventured into the place, but usually with their jockish boyfriends, and they never stayed long, they don't serve cosmos at the Q-Club.
So when she entered the place my eyes, along with everyone else's, were glued to her. She set ablaze the room. I mean she was all curves, full breast, round ass, luscious lips. She sauntered through the dimly lit room with her head held high like she owned the place. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. She had on a tight red halter top and a black micro mini skirt which fit her curves just right. Her plump breasts shook as she made her way past the pool table in her black high heels. She looked right at me flashing a come hither smile before continuing onto the bar.
I was stunned, I'm not a bad looking guy, but I'm not exactly used to girls of her caliber flashing me those kinds of looks. As she sat down at the bar, Ralph, the usually sloth-like bartender was on her like a bug to a flame.
"Simon, what'll you waiting for? Didn't you see that look she gave you?" Jack quickly said. He was the only one of us who was actually married, so he was always pushing us to hit on anything that walked into the place.
"Man, you're crazy," I answered back dismissing what he said and turning my attention back to sinking the five ball in the corner pocket. Of course I couldn't focus on the game and lost pretty quickly. Between every shot I glanced over to the bar. The barflies steadily moved in for the kill, but the lady in red dismissed each one who came within five feet of her, either with a curt word, or a cold glance. But each time I looked her way she would give me a soft glance back, fluttering her eyelashes and pursing her lips as she took a sip from her straw. She was eyeing me, there was no denying that.
After Michael sank the eight ball I asked them if they wanted anything from the bar. They both smiled when I told them, but I just shook my head at their insinuation.
I pulled up to the bar about four stools down from her. Ralph reluctantly trudged over to me. "So, Simon what can I get you?" he asked in his characteristically unwelcoming manner, like he was doing me a favor by serving me a drink.
"Jack and Coke," nine years and I'll conversations never ventured much further than that.
"Put that on my tab," her voice shot out. Both of us were caught off guard. Ralph gave her a puzzled look, and then glanced suspiciously over to me like he thought I was trying to play a joke on him. I just returned an equally befuddled expression.
"You sure you want to waste your money on this clown?" Ralph answered only half joking.
"Just put it on my tab," she repeated dismissing him with an unfriendly look before she left her stool and came down to sit next to me.
"Thanks for the drink. I'm Simon," I started cautiously; this was a new experience for me.
"You're welcome, Simon," she said drawing out the pronunciation of my name, "I'm Kate."
"Nice to meet you Kate," I studied her face; there was something familiar there, like I had seen her before. "Do I know you, you look familiar?"
"No need to give me that line, honey. I'm the one hitting on you." she said smiling, her soft green eyes drawing me in.
"I wasn't trying....I mean I do..." but before I could explain, she casually placed her hand on my thigh and leaned over to whisper in my ear.
"I think you're hot, Simon," she seductively stated.
"Um, thank you," I absent mindedly responded. She had my head spinning. The rich aroma of her perfume, her piercing green eyes, her undeniably sex voice, everything about her seemed like a dream.
"Aren't you going to tell me that I look good too?" she asked feigning offense.
"I think you're gorgeous," I blurted out like a teen on his first date.
"I like that," she answered with another sexy smile and by moving closer to me.
"Take a shot with me Simon?" she ordered as much as she asked waving Ralph over with her hand. He had been watching intently every since she sat next to me.
"Sure," she could have asked me to kill a man and I would have answered the same.
"Good, two shots of whisky," she told Ralph when he made his way over. I insisted that I pay and after putting up an initial protest she relented and allowed me to do so.
"To tonight," she toasted before we clinked glasses and slammed the burning liquid down our throats. She started asking questions about me. What I did for a living, where I lived, why I came to such a crappy bar. I tried to ask her about herself, but she dodged those questions, always turning the conversation back to me. I might have thought something more about it, but by my sixth beer I was beyond thinking clearly.
All I could see were her large green eyes, and full round breasts, which were bursting out the top of her tight shirt. I knew she caught me looking, but instead of being offended by it she seemed to be trying to draw more attention to them, adjusting the hem of her shirt, fingering the small butterfly pendant on her necklace.
Jack and Michael came over to tell me they were leaving. Kate was polite, but did nothing more than acknowledge them briefly when I introduced her. As I spoke to them she turned around to face the bar. Michael gave me a slightly puzzled look, but Jack just smiled and silently mouthed some frat boy encouragement as they left.
Once she had my full attention again Kate was all smiles, like before. Actually she grew more attentive, her hands feeling my arm, rubbing my leg, her fingers even lightly glanced over my zipper. Despite trying to control myself I could feel my cock stiffen inside my jeans.
"You do like me, don't you," she teased upon noticing the bulge in my pants. "Um...yeah, so what do you do for a living, Kate?" I asked trying to deflect attention from my lap.
"Don't be embarrassed Simon," she said ignoring my diversion. Then she again leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Don't worry Simon, I'm not a tease. I want you just as bad. I'm going to..." she paused for a second darted her tongue into my ear and said, "fuck you tonight."
I nearly came in my pants right there. I looked into her face to see if she was just joking, but she just looked intently at me and nodded her head. I could see the outline of her nipples against her top. She definitely wasn't joking.
