Chapter 2

As the car was pulling up to the club, her phone chimed. “Fuck,” she cursed as she read the message that appeared on the screen. The two friends, sisters, that were supposed to meet her had to cancel because of a family emergency.

Annoyed by their last minute cancellation she hadn’t even realized that they had arrived at the club until the driver spoke up. “Ma’am? We’re here.”

She looked up in surprise, seeing the driver turned to face her in the backseat. “Oh! Sorry Paul,” she apologized. “I was off in my own little world of turmoil.” She quickly accessed the app and tapped in a generous tip and suitable rating, “Thanks again, Paul. Are you on shift all night?”

“Yes ma’am. Until dawn at least,” the driver replied.

“Terrific! Maybe I’ll see you later tonight then. Have a great evening. Stay safe,” she said, opening the door and exiting the car.

She was pleased to see that there was not yet any line to get in. As she walked up to the open door, a beefy arm reached out to stop her, “ID, Miss?”

“What?” she said in shock rather than indignance.

“ID. Do you have any? I need to see your ID if you want to get in,” the doorman said.

“Ummm ... wow. Uh, yeah. Hang on a second,” Amy replied to the man. Opening her purse she quickly found her driver’s license and passed it over.

The doorman held it up to the light to read it, looked at her, then back at the license. He then pulled out his small flashlight and shone it on the ID to see it better. Glancing back at her again, looking longer this time. In the meantime, the other bouncer came over. He knew from experience that young women with fake IDs were often a handful when they weren’t allowed in. “Trouble?” he asked his coworker.

The first man finally shook his head, “No. I just needed to be sure.” Handing the license back he told Amy, “My apologies Ms. Moss. To be honest, at first I thought it was a fake. But if it is, and you really aren’t 35, then it’s the best damn fake I’ve ever seen and you deserve to get in, because you certainly don’t look 35.”

Her mild impatience suddenly turned to embarrassment as her face flushed at the compliment. “Thanks! You have a great night out here! Do me a favour and keep the creeps out,” she laughed as she tucked her license back in her purse and went inside.

The music was already loud and the lights pulsing as she entered the club proper. Still early, there weren’t many people there yet, but in less than an hour the bar would be lined three deep and the dance floor jammed. She made her way over to the bar and was only standing there a few seconds when the bartender turned to her, “What’ll it be?”

“Rum and Coke, please. Top shelf, double, in a tall glass,” she ordered.

The woman nodded and went to pour her drink. A moment later she placed the drink in front of Amy, “That’ll be $9.25.”

“Thanks,” Amy handed her a twenty. “Keep it!” she shouted over the vibrating bass of a new song.

The bartender’s eyes locked on Amy’s and she smiled a warm smile, “Thanks! Cheers!” With that, she went over and rang the bell, letting those around the bar know that a generous tip was just given. Amy watched her walk over to the bar and couldn’t be sure, but thought there was maybe a bit of an extra sway in her hips as she walked.

Amy took her drink and found a small table with a couple stools. Sitting down, she took stock of some of the others that were already in the club. As empty as it was, it didn’t take long; and so far, there wasn’t a lot of eye candy for Amy. Hopefully the night picked up. “It better,” she said to herself, “I’m here to have fun, damn it!”

As expected, within the hour the place was packed and Amy was not let down by her selection of tone, well-dressed men to admire. She was beginning to feel the effects of her first drink, having had only a small salad for supper, and suddenly felt the urge to get on the dance floor. Not wanting to leave her drink unattended, she finished the final couple mouthfuls in a long pull and left the empty drink on the table. She knew that by the time she got back someone else would have claimed the table as their own for the evening; but she didn’t mind. She was here to dance and have fun, not sit at a table and mope.

She made her way to the dance floor, and blended in with the throng of people moving about. The bass was so strong she felt it vibrating through her entire body, pushing her to start to move in time with the beat. It wasn’t too long until she let the music consume her, moving, swaying, dancing to the rhythms pounding out of the towers of speakers.

She couldn’t even tell where one song ended and the next began, but she figured it must have been about the third song when she felt a pair of hands lightly rest against the sides of her waist. She turned her head back to see who it was and found herself staring into the eyes and smile of a dark haired man. As their eyes met, she felt a tingling down near her stomach, maybe a bit further south. She returned the smile and pressed herself back against him.

Taking the hint, he wrapped his arms around her and the two began to sway and grind in unison to the Dancehall track that was currently playing. She felt him pressed against her and felt her body responding in that way that a body is wont to do. She turned to face him without breaking free of his arms. Wrapping her arms around him, she leaned in close to his ear and yelled “Hi! I’m Amy!”

“Josh!” he yelled back at her. She smiled and nodded and pulled herself close to him, slightly straddling his one leg as the song continued to play. She took every opportunity to check him out without seeming too obvious about it. He stood about five or six inches taller than her and had strong arms. While not able to tell exactly how built he was under his dress shirt and jacket, she sensed that he was well toned all over. His short brunette hair was nicely styled and she figured he was in his mid-to-late twenties.

What kept her from more thoroughly checking him out was his eyes; she kept being drawn back into his eyes. It felt like he could see right into her mind when they made contact and it made her feel good; almost like a direct connection between them.

The pair danced closely together for a couple more songs before Amy felt the need for another drink. “I need a drink!” she shouted over the music. Josh nodded and took her by the hand, leading her off the dance floor towards the bar. To her surprise, the table she was sitting at was still available. Far enough away from the dance floor, it was no longer necessary to yell to be heard, just talk really loud. “Wanna sit?” she said, guiding him to the stools. “Anderson’s?” she asked him. When he nodded his confirmation she replied, “Be right back.”

Before he had a chance to protest or act manly, she broke away and strode up to the bar, intentionally adding that sway she thought she saw her bartender use earlier. As soon as she got to the bar, the bartender that served her earlier immediately found her, “Top Shelf Rum? Double?” she asked Amy.

Amy nodded, impressed by her memory; no doubt aided by the large tip the first time around, “And a pint of Anderson’s”. The bartender glanced behind Amy at the table where Josh was sitting. She smiled at Amy but Amy thought she saw a quick flash of something else in her eyes and could have sworn she heard the words “Lucky guy” as the bartender turned to pour the drinks.

She handed over thirty dollars to the bartender upon her return and just smiled and nodded. She picked up the drinks and headed back to the small table, the sound of the ringing bell behind her.

“Thank you,” Josh said as she sat the drink in front of him. “I would have been happy to buy.”

“I know. But this way I know exactly what’s in this,” she said, tapping the rim of her glass with a mischievous smile on her face.

He nodded in understanding. “How do I know you didn’t drug mine?” he laughed.

She shook her head, smiling the entire time, “You don’t. Drink.”

He shook his head in defeat and raised the glass to her, “Cheers!”

She raised her glass to his, “To new ... connections!”

A few songs and some idle chit chat later Amy pronounced that it was time to dance again and grabbed Josh by his hand, dragging him to the dance floor. Her second double of the night behind her, she was definitely feeling the effects of the alcohol and wasted no time in pulling herself tightly against this man she met less than a hour ago.

As she danced with him, on him practically, she felt her body reacting to his closeness and his scent. A distant part of her brain told her that she should probably take a break and go sit down, maybe have a glass or four of water, and slow things down; way down. Unfortunately for that part of her brain, it was quickly silenced by the rest of her brain; as well as other parts of her body. She stole a glance up at him and found him gazing down at her. Without any thought, she stretched up as he leaned down and their lips met for the first time.

The first contact was quick and hesitant. The second contact happened as quickly as the first one broke apart. Their mouths opened to each other and their tongues began to explore, tasting each other. Pressed tightly against him, Amy felt his body react to the kiss, causing her body to react to his reaction. She ground slightly against his hardness and she felt him moan into her mouth.

His hands moved down her back and firmly grasped her ass, lifting her slightly and pulling her even tighter against him. It was her turn to moan as the slight lift was all it took to cause his bulge to press firmly against her pubic mound. She instinctively ground herself on him, her clit receiving some of the pressure and stimulation it was desperately crying out for.

A brief moment of sanity broke through the heat enveloping her and Amy broke away from Josh, “Let’s go sit back down! I need a break!” she yelled over the music.

Once off the dance floor they found the table they had been using was taken. As they made their way through the crowd, Amy leading the way with Josh’s hands holding her waist so that they didn’t get separated, they got lucky as a group of three was leaving a semi-circular bench seat with a matching table in the middle.

Amy quickly slid in, and Josh followed her. They moved in far enough around the deep semi-circle so that they could see out to the bar beyond. Surrounded by the high-banked bench seat, they were far enough from the dance floor that they could almost have a conversation at normal volume levels.

“Whew,” she said, “It was getting hot out there.”

He nodded, “Yes ... it was.”

Their eyes met once again and immediately they moved together for a soul-searing kiss. His hand rested on her inner thigh near the knee and he felt her legs part slightly. He slowly moved his hand up her leg, finding that she matched his movement by parting her legs even more.

As he reached the hem of her skirt, mere inches away from his intended destination, she placed her hand down on top of his and halted its movement. She broke the kiss and moved away. Josh thought he had gone too far until he saw the lust still flaming in her eyes, matching his own he was sure.

Without breaking eye contact she said, “Let’s get out of here. I don’t want to get arrested and if we don’t leave right now, I can’t say for sure that won’t happen.”

He laughed and nodded, taking her by the hand as they got out of the booth.

Once outside she summoned a car. “My place?” she offered.

“How do you know I’m not a serial killer?” he said smiling.

She looked him over, up and down. “Hmm. You don’t really have the look of a serial killer. Besides, what are the odds of both of us being serial killers?” she laughed.

He laughed along with her, “Okay then. Let me just update my socials with my last will and testament; just in case.”

At that point the car arrived and the two quickly climbed into the car.

The car ride was fairly short and the two managed to mostly behave, out of effort to avoid giving the driver a free show.

Amy quickly led Josh to the door and unlocked it. She literally dragged him inside and pushed him against the wall right inside the door before she even closed it. She launched herself at him and their tongues quickly found each other. Her left hand waved out in an effort to close the door. Finally, she made contact with the door and gave it a swing. Her hands then started roaming all over Josh’s body and started to undo his shirt.

Finally she managed to moan into his mouth, “Bedroom!” When he didn’t immediately move, she pulled away and looked at him inquisitively.