Chapter 1

Ahhhh Katie, or Jamie, depending. What can I say about her? It had been a Tuesday night and I had decided to go out after work the night I met her. It being a Tuesday the best place was Fat Tuesday's, a local New Orleans college bar that had an awesome seafood fest with oysters, clams, mussels or the must have heavenly spiced shrimp, but be warned, they are so spicy you need a drink close to hand to keep the fire down to manageable levels! It's kinda dark, dingy, and smoke filled but has that flea market hole-in-the-wall charm.

It was finals week too so, all the students were out in full force after their tests trying to blow off steam so it was extra crowded. I was sitting at the bar happily munching my shrimps and sipping my vodka and cranberry when I first spotted her. She was on the dance floor dancing. I don't know what it was about her that first caught my eye. She was certainly dressed to catch a guys eye in a short skirt that looked like it was two sizes to small and made for someone about 6 inches shorter than her with some knee high boots and a top that looked like it was painted on. But there were other girls dressed up even more, or less depending on your pint of view, so that wasn't it. I later heard the story behind the outfit and we both had a good laugh over it. It seems some of her friends at college had put into motion a nefarious plot to trick her into going out, well, no need to get into the gory details, suffice it to say, I didn't know feminine wiles worked on other females. She was very beautiful, but there were other beautiful girls dancing too. I can't really say, it was just one of those things.

I watched her dance for a bit, getting a feel for the kind of person she was. She didn't let strange guys walk up and start pawing her nor did she climb all over the guys, so I knew she wasn't a player. She was just a girl dancing, having a good time, doing her thing, getting jiggity with it, as someone I know once said.

I amused myself by watching the frat boys trying to hook up with her. I think they see a girl on the dance floor dancing alone and get the idea in their head that that means she's on the prowl, especially if she's dressed even a little racy.

I'm not a fan of picking up ladies in bars though so I turned back to the bar and mostly forgot about her as I listened to the music, danced a little and generally enjoyed myself. But every once in a while I'd catch a glimpse of her on the dance floor and I'd watch her for a bit.

It wasn't until around twelve when I really noticed her. I was sitting with my back to the bar, having just sat down from getting jiggity with it on the dance floor myself when she walked up the bar next to me and ordered a cosmopolitan. As she stood there, her hip was brushing against my leg. I didn't know if it was accidental or she was flirting with me. So I decided to find out.

I smiled as I turned to her, catching her eye as I did so and seeing her smile in return, always a good sign.

"Hi, how are you doing this evening, enjoying yourself?" I asked, looking into her eyes and smiling.

"Oh yes! My friends tricked me into coming out tonight, they figured I was stressing to much over finals and needed to unwind a bit," she replied, her hip again brushing my thigh, her face lighting up with a smile. She has a wonderful voice I noticed, friendly, wonderful accent.

I laughed a little and said," Yea, I noticed you unwinding on the dance floor, looked like you were doing a bang up job of it!"

I think she actually blushed a little, hard to tell in the dim light, "Ummmm well yea, I had a lot of stress to work out! Yea, that's it, that's my story and I'm sticking to it!"

I laughed again, enjoying hearing her voice, "My lips are sealed!" I replied in the same playful tone, "I'll never talk! A team of horses couldn't drag the truth from me!" I gave her arms an exaggerated once over, "It does seem however that your friends didn't have to do a lot of arm twisting to get you to unwind though, I don't see any broken bones or bruises. You sure you wouldn't want to revise your story mam?"

"No comment! I'll take the fifth! It was stress, all stress, they tricked me, those wily devils!"

"Perhaps we should clear this up mam," I said in my best Dragnet voice as I half stood, as if to go to where her friends were, "The facts mam, just the facts."

She placed her hand on my arm, stopping me, "No! No, that's ok, I mean, I'm sure they are all out on the dance floor, I wouldn't want to bother them now!"

"Oh, riiiight! Maybe later then," I added playfully.

She laughed a little, seemingly enjoying the banter, "My name is Katie by the way, what's yours?" she asked, holding out her hand.

I smiled, pleased that she had asked, another good sign, I said to myself as I stood, taking her hand and giving it a quick shake before bending over and lightly kissing the back of her hand, "It is indeed a pleasure M'Lady, to meet a lady so full of wit and charm such as yourself."

She laughed again, her smile lighting up her face before turning to the bartender who had brought her drink.

"I'll get that," I told him.

"Thank you kind Sir! You are to kind to a poor starving college student." She quipped playfully.

"Hummm," replied doubtfully. "You don't look like you are starving to me!" I said, as I let my eyes wander over her curves.

She laughed again, her hips brushing along my thigh, "Ok, so I might have fibbed a little, last night my roommate and I had steak, baked potato and some veggies for dinner."

"Oh ho! Maybe you should be the one buying me a drink, you're rolling in the dough!"

She wrinkled her nose playfully as she replied, "No, I just spend my parents money wisely."

I laughed again, enjoying her wit when one of her friends came over and grabbed her arm, dragging her off to rejoin her friends on the dance floor, "Come on Jamie! Let's dance!"

"Talk to you later," she said, looking over her shoulder as she walked away.

"Anytime," I replied, watching her walk away, enjoying the view but not really expecting to see her again but having enjoyed myself and our flirting immensely.

Only I did see her again, it seems she hadn't finished flirting with me. Only now she was doing her flirting a little differently. She was doing it from the dance floor. Unlike before when she had just been dancing randomly around the dance floor, she seemed now to be teasing me personally, shooting me sultry looks from the dance floor as she would raise her hand to her hair, lifting it up and away from her neck, glancing at me from under her lashes. Or she'd run her hands down along her sides and over the gentle curve of her hips. Or she'd dance with one hand pressed to her belly or dancing with her back to me, seemingly ignoring me, only to glance over her shoulder at me and smile. It was, very erotic, to say the least. I was intrigued by her. She was not your ordinary run of the mill woman.

The highlight of her dancing came when she jumped up onto a small stage that had an old fireman's pole running from floor to ceiling. Well, given what she was wearing I'm sure you can imagine what a turn on it was to see her dancing around and with the pole, writhing against it, the pole between her thighs as she caressed the pole, as if it were a lover. To make matters worse, she'd still be shooting me sultry looks as if to say, "I'm dancing with the pole, but you're the one I really want to be dancing with." I don't know if you've ever had the feeling of walking into a room and seeing a lover and looking into their eyes and knowing that they only have eyes for you and knowing that as they look into your eyes they see the same thing? That's the way it was for me, looking into her eyes. I barely knew her name and had only met her that night but somehow, we seemed to have clicked. Of course, it could be that I was just delusional, imagining things and needed to have my head examined too.

I would smile back at her, looking into her eyes, enjoying the byplay, even more so when she'd brush off other guys who would try and get her attention, she seemingly had eyes only for me. But who can tell, women and their feminine wiles, always trying to trip us guys up, keep us off our balance, guessing. That's ok, over the years I've developed my own methods, plots and nefarious plans for revenge in such situations. Of course, no plan is completely fool proof and mine for some odd reason seems to encourage more teasing and flirting on the part of the women. Oh well, c'est la vie.

The song ended and she breathlessly left the dance floor, walking over to me again, a little flushed from dancing, making her all the more attractive. "Hi Katie, or is it Jamie?"

She laughed, "Either, both, it's a long story," she replied, moving to stand in front of me, between my thighs, one of her hands resting lightly on my knee.

"Split personality disorder, gotcha! I can deal with that."

"Oh yes, there's me and my evil twin, the trick is, to figure out which is which!"

I groaned dramatically, "I knew it! It's another plot! Feminine wiles at their best... or worst, depending! I'm going to file a complaint with the ASPCM! It clearly states in the Rule Book, the Guide to Life, the Universe and Everything (Except Women) that women are only allowed to use their feminine wiles to reduce men to quivering puddles of protoplasm, not drive them insane!"

Laughing you quip, "Methinks thou dost protest to much!"

I gaped at you in astonishment, "How could you say such a thing!? I'm shocked, simply shocked!"

"That's not all you are," you add playfully, glancing down meaningfully.

"You leave him out of this, he hasn't got the brains God gave a rock."

"Well, he certainly seems to qualify, as a rock that is. Let's hope he doesn't do all your thinking, you might end up between a rock and a hard place!"