Chapter 2

I met her again. I can’t believe it, I there were a zillion things against it, but somehow I saw her again two nights ago, on Saturday.

Her name’s Isabel. I met her for the first time a week ago when I saw her dancing at the Abbey with some other girl.

That first meeting with Isabel didn’t go well, and I am not entirely sure why not. I am a good looking guy, fit, educated, and with no small skill when it comes to dealing with women. I won’t say that I could have any woman I wanted, but I do say that if I want a woman, a good looking one, it usually won’t take a lot of effort to find one, meet her, and build something that can lead wherever I wish (including bed).

How on earth Isabel dismantled and disabled all my social skills through her very presence, her aura, I can’t explain. She simply did. It was a combination of her looks, her style, her dominant personality, and how those things came together to touch an aspect of my soul that had never been revealed before.

After that first encounter a week ago I thought about her a lot. The meeting was by chance, we had not exchanged numbers and I had no way of contacting her. There was no reason I would see her again, except for her vague indication she might be at the club again Saturday. As the days went on during the week I half convinced myself I would not go to the club, there was no reason to pursue Isabel, and there were better women out there that were more accessible.

In fact, there is a gorgeous young admin assistant that sat in the back of my work area that had literally bumped into me more than once. Ever since that first “contact” I’ve wanted to see if we could bump hips while naked and she was laying on her back underneath me.

Still, it wasn’t the young secretary that I thought of each night when I lay in bed stroking myself this last week. It’s been Isabel, the tall, hard woman with a perfect muscular body and domineering attitude. Just thinking of her made me hard, and I spurted semen on myself more than once a night thinking of her long legs wrapping around me, her firm upright breasts pressed against me, her tongue penetrating my mouth. God, I want that so bad. My cock is getting hard again, right now.

Jamie wasn’t around Saturday so I pretty much decided not to go to the club. In fact, I set up a date with Val, the cute girl that kept bumping into me. The way things were going she was very probably going to be underneath me with her hands against my bedroom wall and legs pointing to the ceiling by midnight. But for some reason, about 10pm, I decided to take her dancing. Where? The club, of course. In my brain I told myself it was just to have fun, and if Isabel was there I could show off Val on my arm, maybe even do a little hip grinding on the dance floor right in front of her.

I know. I wasn’t thinking clearly, at all. I am still not thinking clearly. My mind is in a fog whenever I think about Isabel. I’m not making good decisions.

We arrived at the club and found a table. I decided to get Val drunk (I didn’t need to, things were heading toward a late night fuck anyway), and maybe myself too. We were on the second round when I saw her.

She was in a corner, standing with three other people, two guys and one girl. The girl was different from the one the week before. I didn’t recognize the guys. I watched them. One of the guys was buying drinks and kept rubbing against her. I wondered if it was a boyfriend and that made me jealous. Flushed jealous. Weird, I had talked to her once for three minutes and I was jealous of her. But that guy was a slime ball with greasy hair and crappy clothes. She deserved better.

Things got mixed up a bit when she started making out with the girl, a petite blond. The blond was all over Isabel, it looked like they were going to start scissoring right there and then. The two guys watched, one sort of interested, the other (the one that had been rubbing up against her) sort of pissed. When the girls came up for air, he said something to her. She smiled, gave him a deep tongue kiss and slid her hand against his crotch. She yelled something in his ear (the music was really loud) and he nodded and went over to the bar.

Right about this point Val slugged me in the arm. I had been ignoring her for at least 15 minutes while I stared at Isabel. Apparently she had tried to yell something at me over the music, and it hadn’t worked. She was pissed off. I tried to apologize, but it was too late. She looked pretty when angry. Unfortunately, she also got up and left, saying something about getting an Uber ride home.

I guessed it was fate. With Isabel’s boyfriend gone and Val gone home in a huff, I had nothing to lose. Walking over to Isabel, I spoke to her.

“Hi. Do you remember me? I’m Marc. We’ve met before.” Better than the debacle last week, though still lame.

She looked at me with her little smirk. The smile got bigger, and she turned to face me. A thrill ran through my body.

“Yeah, I remember you. The pathetic one. Are you still pathetic?”

“Yep. When it comes to you, I am pathetic. Can’t get you out of my mind. What say you and I get out of here? Someplace where we can actually talk without screaming?” At least some basic social skills were returning, though I was hoping she wasn’t looking at my crotch, which had a bulge the size of Long Island.

Isabel laughed, not kindly either, and shook her head. “No, I don’t think so. You aren’t my type. I like strong men.”

“Hey, you don’t know if I am your type yet! Get to know me. I bet I could impress you. I will take you someplace nice, someplace expensive.”