Chapter Two Our Game
Me
11:00pm, as I pulled up to the hotel entrance, Elle opened the door and got out of the Range Rover. She of course left the door open, she never closes doors. She was wearing a new outfit, something I think she bought in Vegas. It was a simple black dress, long sleeved, skin tight and short, very short. Of course she had on some black five inch pumps. She walked in the front door and was gone. I turned the truck over to the valet and entered the hotel.
The hotel wasn't new, but the two floor Jasmine Bar was. It was also the hottest bar in town. I took the elevator to the 31st floor. There was a line outside of the bar, a short line but a line nonetheless. I hate bars with lines. If I were going in for myself or with the guys, I would have left. Fifteen minutes later, the doorman noticed me and waved me in, I suspect the two twenties I flashed him, helped him pick me out from the crowd. The place was packed. It took me almost thirty minutes to make it around the first floor.
The upper level had an open roof. I finally spotted Elle was sitting in a booth on the other side of the room between a man and a woman, I didn't recognize. The man looked to be in his late thirties or early forties, with short light colored hair. The woman was tanned and blonde with long wavy hair past her shoulders, and she looked like a trophy wife from this distance. Both were leaning in talking in Elle's ears. Elle was smiling as she sipped her martini. She hadn't seen me yet, but since the game had obviously begun I turned around and wandered to the closest bar and ordered a beer. By the time it arrived and I had paid for it, Elle and the woman were not sitting in the booth anymore. The guy was there, but the two ladies had disappeared in the crowd. I stood sipping my beer.
I saw a cute ponytailed woman in tight jeans and high-heeled sandals, tapping her foot to the music. I noticed that the tight sweater she was wearing was straining to contain her very large chest. I put my beer on the bar and walked over and took her hand without even looking at her and pulled her onto the dance floor. We were deep into the crowd before I turned around. I smiled and started dancing in front of her. She stood there looking at me and I winked and shrugged my shoulders at her and continued to dance. She blushed, smiled and started dancing with me.
She was about 5'1" with dark hair and Bettie Page bangs. Actually, she was very cute, with big gorgeous brown eyes, a tiny waist, and a small but curvy ass. I estimated that she was at
least a 38 or 39DD, maybe E. She had a sweet, genuine smile and from the way she moved, she loved to dance and was good at it. I finally pulled her off the floor after the fifth dance. I bought her a mojito and myself another beer. Her name was Donna; she was first grade school teacher, who got stood up for her date with some guy she met online. We talked about her students, my work as a creator of comic books, and she finally got around to asking about my wedding ring. I smiled and told her it was date night.
Donna asked if it was date night, where was my wife. I told her the truth, I said that she was in the bar; that we enjoy dancing and meeting other people before we go home together. Her big beautiful eyes got even bigger and I told her not to worry, I was interested in dancing with her, only. She smiled and then said "Well, then let's dance!" and grabbed my hand this time, and pulled me, back on to the dance floor.
As we worked our way into the middle of the crowd on the dance floor I saw Elle and the woman. They were out on the floor dancing. Elle's not a big dancer, she's very good, but she doesn't dance all that often. They weren't dirty dancing but they were moving with a natural rhythm with one another. The blonde haired woman was about an inch taller than Elle, thin but not scary thin, with long legs encased in what looked like from here tight leather pants. She was wearing a backless halter and high heel platforms. She and Elle were holding hands and dancing and talking.
My attention was returned to Donna who had thrown her arms around me for the slow song that began to play. I pulled her into my body and she buried her head into my chest. I stole a look over at Elle and the blonde who were still dancing as they had been during the faster numbers just slower now. After a few more dances, I returned Donna to the bar, ordered another mojito for her and excused myself to the bathroom. Once inside, my phone vibrated and I saw Elle's picture on the phone, as I ducked into the farthest, quietest corner of the men's room.
Elle
Elle climbed out of the Range Rover and walked into the hotel. Neither she nor Henry had been to this bar before, but the man at the desk told her where the bar was and how to get to the elevator. He even gave her a card to avoid standing in the line. In the elevator she rode with a tall, handsome man in a very good looking suit and a striking looking blonde in tight leather pants and a backless halter top with a plunging neck line. The woman looked Elle up and down the way most men do. As the door opened the woman slipped her arm inside of Elle's and walked past the line into the bar. They were followed by the tall man.
The woman walked through the bar arm and arm with Elle to the stairs and up to the room where the open roof dance floor was.They climbed into a reserved booth in the back of the room and the tall man slid in on the other side of Elle. Over martinis Elle discovered that once a month this married couple: Bree and Devon would come downtown and find someone
