A woman walked into the club in a breathtaking look. She was wearing a gray and black plaid skirt that was almost too short, dark pantyhose ending in a tiny lace, and a revealing vinyl black top. She looked around, did a quick reconnaissance of the place, and soon realized that several people were already gazing at her. It was as if she had a natural and inescapable magnetism, an aura of desire. Men, by themselves or accompanied, lusted after her. Women envied her - or wanted her, too.
Feeling the impact her presence had made, she walked to the counter with the ease, elegant grace, and feigned indifference of a model on the catwalk. Inside, however, she felt the adrenaline rush through her body. It had been a long time since she had been to a club like this. Being the target to so many stares was boosting her ego. She wanted to respond to them. But no. It wouldn't be appropriate. She needed to place herself on a high pedestal above the others. She knew that, paradoxically, the more distance, the more desired she would be. She wanted to have fun that night. A lot. And part of that was to feel desired.
She sat down at the counter and glanced at the menu.
"One Jack Daniel's, please, on the rocks."
She picked up her drink and brought the glass to her lips as she took another look around the place. She was at the bar, cozy and exquisite, in dim light. Beyond the counter there were tables where couples or groups of four or five gathered. In the background, in the dance floor, a DJ was playing to a vibrant crowd in a dark room with flashing lights and colored laser beams.
A young man came up to her and started chatting. She looked at him slowly, checked him out, but then dismissed him.
Once again she scanned the room with her eyes. She could clearly see who was paying attention to her. In the background, a well-dressed man in a light blue shirt, alone at a table, also drinking whiskey, could not take his eyes off her. She stared at him for a second, then turned back to her own drink.
Another young man approached. He was blond and wore clothes with flashy badges of expensive brands. Clearly, he was making a point showing a key chain with a Ferrari logo, making sure she knew he was wealthy. He was probably at least five years younger than her.
"Whisky?"
"Yes."
"It's a strong drink for a woman".
"Not for me."
"You're drinking it on the rocks. If you like strong drinks, you should drink whisky neat, then."
She smiled debauchily.
"I think I should drink it the way I like it most..."
He tried to keep going, not realizing he was on the wrong course.
"It's just that you'd enjoy the flavor better if you took it neat."
"Okay, that's enough", she thought.
"I'd enjoy my drink better by myself."
"Oh, no need to be rude. I didn't mean to be impolite. Can I buy you another whiskey? Or something else? Anything on the menu. Champagne? Your choice.
"No. Bye," and smiled again between sarcasm and debauchery, leaving no room for doubt that he had no chance.
The boy left angry. He was not used to being rejected in this way. Usually, good looks, expensive clothes, buying drinks, and a Ferrari were more than enough to get laid.
By the time the blond was out of her sight she had already forgotten him and turned once more to check the light blue shirt man. She noticed that he had grown uneasy as she talked to the blonde one. She was pleased. He was about to get up and walk over to her, but another man arrived first.
This time it was a dark-haired bearded man who looked like he lifted weights. Muscular, but not too much. He was nicer and smelled good. A woody, classical, elegant scent.
She let him talk. He was intelligent. polite and articulate.
Without realizing it, she felt comfortable with him. They talked for almost half an hour. He paid for the next round. She just stared at his mouth wondering if she should kiss him.
The dark-haired man touched her arm and she shivered. He leaned in to kiss her. But at the last moment, she pulled back.
"Don't get me wrong" - she said.
"I thought we were getting along..."
"We are. But we're not. Just not now, ok? Maybe later, or other day..."
"Fine. Anyway... I'll give you my number. If you want to talk, call me sometime, okay?"
"Okay."
He didn't ask for her number. He was confident. If she wanted him she would call. And he knew they had connected to some degree.
The dark-haired man was gone and she checked the light blue shirt guy. Even from a distance she knew he had been watching her every single moment she spent there with the other man. He was already jealous. Sure enough.
"Time to dance" - she decided.
She took another sip of Jack Daniel's and headed for the dark dance floor.
The music was good. The kind that moves the mind and body, with strong rhythmic beats and an exciting chorus. She felt euphoric, happy. Alone, she danced as if no one could see her.
Other men approached, but she didn't even notice, and they went away one after the other. From a distance she glanced at light blue shirt man. Shy? Maybe. Not a problem for now. He probably hadn't found the right moment to approach her.
But someone else did.
"Hi."
She came out of the trance of music for a moment, taken by a soft voice in her ear.
"Hi."
"I saw you talking to the blond guy, the boring playboy. "
She laughed.
"Did he hit on you too?" - she asked the unknown woman.
"He hits on everyone. Thinks his Ferrari's enough to take to the floor any dress he wants."
She giggled.
The stranger continued.
"He must have a small dick. I´ve learned this: big, noisy cars equals small dick. Big truck, no dick. Or dick not working at all. Trust me. I know that type of man".
"Mean! I guess you're right".
"I'm Gloria." The stranger finally introduced herself.
She thought for a while. She didn't want to give her real name.
"Lara. Nice to meet you."
They smiled at each other and Gloria stood next to Lara, dancing.
Lara noticed Gloria's tattoos. Flowers and butterflies spread across her arms and the back of her neck. Beautiful and delicate drawings.
"What are you drinking?" - asked Gloria.
"Jack Daniel's."
"Wow, I like it! I'll get us one."
She disappeared leaving the dancing crowd behind her making her way to the bar. Lara kept dancing with her eyes half-closed, being carried along by the fast rhythm of the music. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed the man in the light blue shirt who couldn't take his eyes off her.
"What's he waiting for?"
As if by accident, she began to dance more provocatively. Were it not for the darkness of the place, her skirt would have been too revealing, her top too revealing. But there, between the lasers and the flashing lights, into the dark, only imagination remained for those watching her.
The man once again threatened to approach. It was as if a spell had been cast on him. Delighted with Lara's dancing, the man in the light blue shirt waited a minute longer than he should have, as Gloria came back.
"I brought one for you and one for me. I was having something else, but you made me crave whiskey."
"Thanks"
Lara kept dancing in a sexy way, not realizing that her spell had hit someone she didn't expect. Not just light blue shirt man, but someone closer to her.
Gloria kept dancing but couldn't help but to stare at Lara, puzzled, her jaw dropping. The way Lara moved her hips, her legs, her arms... the delicate hummingbird tattoo behind her ear... the way she balanced the glass of whisky in her hands while letting the music carry her with its beat...
Gloria moved a bit closer. Almost touching Lara, Gloria smelled her inebriating scent. It was a strong, sexy, provocative parfum. Before Lara knew it, Gloria was already dancing next to her trying to impress her. She looked at Gloria and realized her "bad" intentions. The bite on her lower lip revealed that horny thoughts were taking over her imagination.
Lara looked at blue shirt man. He was still there, looking at her. She turned to Gloria and gave a smile, immediately reciprocated.
"She's pretty. In fact, beautiful..." - Lara thought.
Lara's mind turned into a whirlwind of images, possibilities, certainties and doubts. Finally, she took the whole glass of Jack Daniel`s and held Gloria by the waist, who offered no resistance to that. A shiver of excitement ran through Lara's body.
"When I saw you kicking those guys' asses, I wanted to see if I had a chance with you," Gloria confessed, "I've been following you since you arrived... I was leaving, but decided to meet you... I have to go soon... for an appointment..."
Lara smiled. A smile that could melt hearts.
"So we have no time to lose..."
And so like that, light blue shirt man lost his chance as Lara kissed Gloria.
"Come," she whispered in her ear, taking her hand and leading the way.
Lara's heart was beating fast. She didn't know if what she was doing was right. There might be consequences.
But this was supposed to be a night... unlike any other. A night anything goes...
Lara made her way through the dancing crowd knowing that light blue shirt man was watching her and that Gloria was following her thirstily. She knew where she was going. There was a bathroom further down the corridor, in an outdoor area, that was usually empty or not very busy. They would have some privacy there.
Excited, she walked across the yard, opened the bathroom door, still taking Gloria by the hand. As the door closed, they stopped and, for a brief moment they stared at each other. The eyes of one were deeply immersed in the eyes of the other. Lara looked at Gloria's fleshy lips. They were delicious. She knew she had to kiss them immediately. She couldn't resist any more.
Gloria pulled Lara against herself in a hurry. It was as if they were running out of time. Gloria's hands ran over Lara's body and their lips and tongues mingled as if they were trying to become one mouth. Gloria leaned Lara against the wall and forced her hips against hers in back and forth movements.
Other women were watching the scene, but seemed to be bothered. Some didn't care, others looked on curiously as they touched up their make-up.
