Hey There, Delilah... (10 page)

After checking in with Monica, I head over to the bar while Charlie gets a table for us.   As I near the bar, I notice a guy in tight faded jeans, his back to me. Shit, that is a mighty fine ass; it may even rival Nick’s, and I have spent plenty of time ogling his to know.  I signal to the bartender that I’m ready to order. Since I am not permitted to speak, I point to the menu which drinks we want - an Appletini for Charlie and a house red for me. I usually don’t drink, just maybe a cold beer with pizza or the occasional breakfast mimosa, and I am a little anxious to begin with, so I don’t want to set myself up for any disasters.   As I stand there waiting for our drinks, I can’t seem to tear my eyes off this guy’s ass. What has gotten into me?

The bartender seems to be the only person permitted to speak, probably because he is not concerned with anonymity, and he tells me my total.  The two drinks come to fourteen dollars, so I slide a twenty across the
bar to him and wink with a smile, as if telling him “thank you” and “keep the change.”  There are a few people in life you just don’t want to piss off, and a bartender is one of them. Who are the others?  Well, let’s see… just off the top of my head…your server. Never piss off someone who has access to your food, if you know what I mean.  Your hairdresser.  Not only can you walk out looking like Edward Scissorhands got a hold of you, but you don’t want to screw with someone that has a sharp object that close to your head, neck, and throat.  And a more recent revelation, don’t ever, under any circumstance, piss off the woman just about to rip all the hair out of your vajayjay.  Dripping hot wax – enough said!

I head back to Charlie disappointed I never got a really good look at Mr. Fine Ass. I can feel his eyes on me as I am walking
away, but once again, I am too chicken shit to turn around. As I approach Charlie, I see that she is checking out some dude by the staircase. I sit down next to her, hand her the Appletini, and send a text.

LaLa
#128: OMG! Did u see that guy’s ass?

Charlie #228: Who? Where?

LaLa #128: Over there.  By the bar. Mr. Fine Ass!

Charlie #228: Oh, Yeah. That is a scrumptious looking ass. Did you get his #?

LaLa #128: Nah, I chickened out, as usual. Who were u looking at?

Charlie #228: When? Who?

LaLa #128: When I walked back here. U were clearly checking out that sexy black guy by the stairs

Charlie #228:  Oh, yeah, him.  Just window shopping

LaLa #128:  That is a hot piece.  Go walk by like u are looking around & get his #

Charlie #228: U know I can’t do that

LaLa #128: Come on. U ask random guys out all the time

Charlie #228: That’s different, and u know why

LaLa #128: Charlie, it has been almost 15 yrs. Time to heal & move past it

Charlie #228: I’m trying,
LaLa, I’m trying

I let Charlie off the hook because I know her secret and I know it is not something she has been able to get past.  I take a sip of my red wine and try to relax. This really isn’t my scene. I have never been one to approach a man, and just sitting here, I feel like a kid on the playground waiting to be picked for a team – vulnerable, self-conscious, and pretty pathetic.

Charlie #228:  What’s the matter? U have a look on your face like you just smelled a pile of shit

LaLa
#128:  Just uncomfortable. I feel like a loser sitting here. No man is going to text me

Charlie #228:  What are you
talking about?  U look gorg in that dress & your hair is perfection. U are going to have them fighting over u

LaLa
#128:  U are an idiot, but ily

Charlie #228:
ily2. Now stop fidgeting & when u do get a text, I want to see flirty LaLa. Play the role. Remember, nobody here knows who u are, so u can be anybody u want

LaLa
#128:  U are right.  Time for my inner vixen to come out to play

Charlie #228:  That’s my girl!

Charlie has just given me the confidence that I needed. I straighten my back, sticking out my chest that I have spent the last ten years hiding, lift my chin, and take another sip of wine.
I am beautiful, confident, and sexy
, I keep repeating in my head. As I finally start to believe myself, a text comes in just in time.

Nico #812: Red lace?

LaLa #128: Hello? I don’t think u have the right #

Nico #
812: Are u not, in fact, wearing a red lace dress?

LaLa
#128:  Yes, in fact, I am. And u are?

Nico #
812:  Intrigued 

LaLa
#128:  I enjoy a man of many words

Nico #
812: Sexy & sassy. A deadly combination

LaLa
#128: U still have not introduced yourself. Not much for pleasantries?

Nico #
812: Pleasant is not the word to describe the things I want to do to u

I
look around, trying to figure out who this mysterious man is that keeps messaging me. Every man I see either is engaged in conversation on his device, or is already coupled up.  So no help there.  Charlie looks at me funny and my device vibrates.

Charlie #228:  Who are u talking to?

LaLa #128: I have no idea. Some guy is texting me but hasn’t said who he is

Charlie #228:  Did u ask?

LaLa #128:  Uh, duh! Of, course I did.  He is being evasive & a little crude

Charlie #228:  Ooooh.  I like crude. What did he say?

LaLa #128:  That he wants to do unpleasant things to me?

Charlie #228:  Yowza! Say yes! Say yes!

LaLa #128:  What? I have no idea who this guy is!

Charlie #228:  Live a little!  U deserve it after what Dickerson did to u. Go for 1 night of hot, sweaty sex with a stranger! At least u know it’s safe here.

I take a deep breath, knowing that Charlie is right.  I do deserve it, and I definitely need it! These past few weeks working so closely to Nick has me wound tight. It would be nice to let my freak flag fly for one night. And it is a total stranger that I will never have to see again. Hmm…

Nico #
812: Have I offended u?

LaLa
#128: No, why do u ask?

Nico #
812: Because u disappeared on me

LaLa
#128:  Nope, still here & still don’t know who u are

Nico #
812:  And I am still here, still turned on by that sexy red lace dress.  Any more red lace I can’t see?

LaLa
#128:   What’s with this obsession with red lace?

Nico #
812:  Why did u wear it?

I start to catch on to this game he is playing.  He is not going to tell me who he is until he sees that I am interested, and I am, interested.  I am enjoying the flirtation that we have going on, so I decide to kick it up a notch.

LaLa #128:   Why did I wear what?

Nico #
812:  Don’t play coy. The red lace.

LaLa
#128:  Oh, this old thing. I wore it because I knew u would like it

Nico #
812:  And how did u know I would be here?

LaLa
#128:  Because I knew u would be waiting for me

Nico #
812:  That smart mouth is going to get u into a world of trouble

LaLa
#128:   Then maybe u have something to keep my big mouth quiet?

Nico #
812:  And what would it take to achieve that feat?

LaLa
#128:  At least 8 in  

Nico #
812:  Woman, u r killing me & I haven’t even touched u yet

LaLa
#128:  What r u waiting for?

Nico #
812:  Dance with me?

LaLa
#128:  I still don’t even know who u are

Nico #
812:  Turn around & look toward the bar

I close my eyes for a brief second and turn toward the bar, scared of what I will find. I am attracted to his witty texts, and find myself drawn to him, even though I haven’t even seen him yet. Afraid to be disappointed, I open my eyes slowly and scan the bar.  The
only man not coupled up is Mr. Fine Ass.  I take a double take, look around again, as if I am being punked, and laugh to myself.

LaLa
#128:   Mr. Fine Ass?

Nico #
812:  Excuse me?

LaLa
#128:  I mean, get your fine ass over here

Nico #
812:  How about u meet me on the dance floor instead?

LaLa
#128:  Hmmm, ok

I stand slowly to head toward the dance floor. I pull at and straighten my dress since it
rose a little while sitting. Charlie gives me a dirty smirk, I shoot her a look, and she nods and smiles knowingly. I guess when you’ve known someone as long as we have known each other, words really aren’t necessary. Before we got here, we discussed what would happen if one of us hooked up. It was decided that the other won’t wait around if they don’t find someone, and will take a cab home.  I hope that she finds herself a hot male specimen so she doesn’t have to go home alone, and we can compare stories in the morning. She was really digging that hot guy at the bottom of the staircase.

♫♩♫♩♫♩
♫

I walk into Club M and check in with Monica before entering the club. I casually glance around as I move toward my favorite spot at the end of the bar. I don’t see anything worth my while as I make my way through the crowd, which really puts me in a shit mood. Once at the bar, I get the bartender’s attention, he gives me a nod and pours me a gin and tonic, already knowing what I want. That’s a perk of being a VIP, baby. I’m standing there drinking my gin and tonic when someone claps me on the shoulder. I look up to see Calvin - or C-dog, as he’s known in the club - standing next to me with a midnight blue mask on his face.  He smiles at me and sends me a message.

C-dog #413: What up, Nico?

Nico #812: Nothin, just got here. Any fresh meat?

C-dog #413: I just talked to Monica. She said some newbies are checking in right now

Nico #812: Nice, I hope they are fine

C-dog #4
13: We’ll see, I gotta go

Nico #812: Later

Calvin pats my shoulder before walking off. I glance toward the entrance of the club just in time to see the two new ladies walk in. They look around for a moment before one taps the other and points to a table, the other nods and points to the bar. My eyes are drawn to the brunette that is heading toward the bar. She is wearing a low cut red lace dress that is putting her very ample cleavage, to put it nicely, on display. She is a tiny little thing with huge tits. The combination of red lace and huge boobs is an overload on my senses. I need to have this woman and my cock definitely agrees. Finally!

I send Calvin a message asking him to find out who the chick with the red lace is - her name and number. I never get close enough to a woman I’m thinking about doing to get her number off of her tag. I like to watch her from afar, get a feel for her, and see her reaction to my texts. That’s why I love this place so much; I love the anonymity of it all. My messenger vibrates. I look down to see a text from Calvin. LaLa #128. Nice.

After going back and forth with LaLa for a couple of minutes, I finally get her to meet me on the dance floor. She is seriously sexy and playing it coy, and I cannot remember the last time I had that much fun texting a woman. I had a hard time keeping a straight face and even almost laughed out loud a couple of times.  Oh man, I cannot wait to get her up to my VIP room.

I beat LaLa to the dance floor and watch as she approaches. She looks like a goddess in all of that red lace and long brown
pin straight hair. I can’t wait to peel it off of her and wrap those locks around my wrist while I take her from behind.  I wish I could see her without that damn mask.  The three-piece string orchestra is playing
The Blue Danube Waltz
by Johann Strauss II, and I can’t wait another minute to get my hands on her.

Before she can change her mind, my right hand grabs around her waist and pulls her body close to mine. Damn, she has a tight little body!  And she is tiny – at least a foot shorter than me.
Kind of like Delilah. Shit! I shake my head to try to rid myself of any thoughts of her. I thread my left hand through her right, raising them just above her right shoulder, positioning her to Waltz. Just as with everything I do, I take the lead.  My left foot steps forward, her right foot follows, stepping backward.  Our bodies move in perfect synchronicity, and I don’t know if I am more turned on at the proximity of our bodies, or the fact that she just follows my lead, no questions asked.  I just have a feeling she is going to be a hellcat in the sack. Shit, I need to stop it or she is going to get a preview of what I have waiting for her in my pants. 

We make our way around the dance floor like professional ballroom dancers,
her following my lead as if we have been doing this together for years.  My body is begging to be closer to her and my dick starts to harden. Hallelujah!  I was actually starting to worry myself.

I don’
t want to ruin the mood by pulling out my texting device, so even though I know it’s against the rules, and Calvin will have my balls if he sees, I lean down close to her ear to whisper. But instead of speaking, my body subconsciously inhales – cherries and vanilla. Fuck, crap, shit! Well, that was a big fucking mistake!  She smells exactly like Delilah!  Cocksucker! I miss a step, but recover quickly; however, apparently LaLa noticed because she is looking at me, head cocked to the side. By the way she was sassing me earlier, I know if she were permitted to speak, I’d have to do some quick tap dancing.  Fortunately, she can’t, so I shrug my shoulders, smile, and keep on dancing. 
Get your shit together, Santino!

The song ends and everyone on the dance floor applauds.
I was so caught up in LaLa land that I didn’t see all of these people join us.  I hear the orchestra gear up to start a Bolero, and I love to Tango. It is so sexy and provocative, but only works with the right partner. Let’s see if I found her. You can tell a lot about a woman by the way she Tangos.

Before I get
the chance to ask if she would like to dance again, her hands are in mine, body pressed closely, and she is looking at me, eyes full of heat and lust. Not used to allowing a woman take any sort of lead, I permit it this time, because I want her in my arms just as urgently.  I take a deep breath, getting my fill of her scent – which I have come to terms with the fact that it turns me on greatly – and try to tame my dick.  I give her a lascivious smile and nod my head.  As the music begins, an angelic voice fills the room, the words of
Bésame Mucho
filtering through the air.  You wouldn’t think by looking at our height difference that this would be feasible, but we move together effortlessly, as we Tango our way toward paradise.

As the song comes to an end, we loosen our embrace and peel our bodies apart.  We just stare at each other for a few seconds, both of us in a hunger-filled daze.  I don’t tear my eyes away from her, even as I reach to send her a text.  It’s like she has me
– and my cock - in a hypnotic trance.

Nico #
812:  How do u feel?

LaLa
#128:  Hot & wet

Nico #
812:  That’s what I’m talkin about!

LaLa
#128:   lol. Let me rephrase. Warm & sweaty

Nico #
812:  Come upstairs to my VIP room with me. I must have u

She smiles a shy smile, looks away
, and shakes her head.

LaLa
#128:  No, sorry.

Nico #
812:  No?

LaLa
#128:  I can’t

Nico #
812:  Can’t or won’t

LaLa
#128:  Does it matter?

Nico #
812:  No, I guess not. Anything I can do to change your mind? 

I have never chased a woman, and I am not going
to start now.  Nor have I ever begged, for anything.  Not going to happen.

LaLa
#128:  I’ll make a deal with u

Nico #
812:  U have my attention

LaLa
#128:  Next Saturday. Same time, same place

Nico #
812:  Go on

LaLa #128: I
’ve never had a 1 night stand before, so I’m very nervous about this. If u can give me a wk to get to know u a little bit, I promise to wear red lace for u next Saturday

I narrow my eyes at her. I don
’t know if I should take the deal. I can get another chick in a heartbeat, but then again, my dick is kind of set on this woman. And she’s promising me red lace…

Nico #812: Will I get to take the red lace off
u?

I can see the blush creep up her neck,
and it’s really quite enticing. Everything about her is tempting and damn her for making me bargain. I never bargain! What the fuck is wrong with me? There is just something about her, though. I must have her, and I’m finding that I will do just about anything to get a taste. I bring my hand up to rub my jaw, a little habit of mine that I do sometimes. LaLa cocks her head as she looks at me for a moment, almost distractedly, before shaking her head slightly and answering my question.

LaLa #128:
Yes

I nod slowly.
Okay, she’s promised that I can take the red lace off of her. Just the thought has the front of my pants tenting again. I guess I can text her a bit during the week to make her feel more comfortable with the inevitable one night stand. It can’t hurt.

Nico #812
: Ok, deal

We exchange phone numbers and set the rule of
‘text messages only,’ since we will be meeting back up at Club M next Saturday where anonymity is mandatory.

Nico #812: Can I at least kiss u?

LaLa smiles shyly and nods.
Hell yes!
I need a little taste of her; it will help me fortify my decision to wait a week for her. I cup her face in my hands and lean down, brushing my lips over hers. Just the simplest connection and I have to stifle a moan. My heart starts pounding madly in my chest. Jesus Christ, I’m barely touching her! She gasps softly and that’s the end of it - I lose control. I thrust my tongue into her mouth and kiss her like I’ve never kissed a woman before. The passion and pure need are feelings that I’ve never encountered before. Her hands ball up in my shirt and she kisses me back just as fervently. Oh God, I’m so hard it is bordering on painful.

I
’m just about to pull back because I swear I’m going to cum in my pants when she starts to suck on my tongue. I’ve never had a woman do this to me before, but she’s got my tongue and she’s swirling her tongue around mine, just like she would probably do to my dick if it was in her mouth. Fuck! I’ve got to get out of here! She is driving me insane, and if she wants to make it out of here without me fucking her brains out on the dance floor, then I need to go! As soon as she lets my tongue go, I pull back. We are both panting like crazy, as we stare at each other for a moment.

Nico #812
: Next Saturday, 9pm, don’t be late

LaLa
#128: Wouldn’t dream of it

LaLa starts to walk away first, but my feet are frozen in place, and I can’t tear my eyes away from her. Once again, she has my captive attention.  She has just enough swing in her hips to show any man watching how sensual her body is.  I bet she doesn’t even realize how incredibly sexy
she is – soft in all the right places, just how I love my women. And that ass!  The things I will do to her next week.  My dick’s disappointed as hell that it’s not getting off tonight, again…yet, I walk away with a shit-eating grin. What have I gotten myself into?