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.

  ♫♩♫♩♫♩♫

  Nick

  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 #413: 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?

  Chapter Seven

  Delilah

  I am the biggest loser! I am lying in bed pulling my own hair out of my head. I can’t believe the most gorgeous man in the room asked me to bed - me, Miss Frumperella - and I said no like the puss bag that I am. What a dumb ass!

  “So tell me what happened? I went to the bar to get another drink and lost sight of you,” Charlie says. We are both lying on my bed going over what happened the night before.

  I start with what must look like a dreamy look in my eye. “Well…I met Mr. Fine Ass on the dance floor; we danced for a while and kissed…” But trail off with a wince.

  Charlie frowns at me. She knows me too well to not know how the rest of my night went. “You didn’t sleep with him, did you?”

  I sigh in frustration, mostly at myself. “I couldn’t do it, Charlie! I just…I know nothing about him! What if he’s one of those weirdos who wants to take a dump on my chest or something?”

  Charlie gives me a bored look. “Those kinds of people have their own clubs where they can all take dumps on each other’s chests,” she says as a matter of fact, as if we are just talking about eating ice cream.

  “I just couldn’t do it; I couldn’t have a one night stand with some guy that I just met.” I sigh again, knowing what a loser I must sound like.

  “So? What now?” Charlie asks, raising an eyebrow at me.

  “We made a deal. We’re gonna text during the week and then meet at the club again on Saturday at nine o’clock. I promised him that if we text and get to know each other a little bit, I will wear red lace again for him, and he will be able to take it off,” I say nervously, chewing on skin around my pointer fingernail.

  Charlie’s eyebrows shoot up. “Really? So you are definitely going to sleep with him next Saturday?”

  “As long as he doesn’t turn out to be some kind of whack job, then sure.” I shrug, trying to come off nonchalant, even though I’m nervous as heck. It doesn’t matter, though, because there is no way in hell this hot guy is going to wait for me. He can probably get any girl he wants.

  A chime sounds and I glance at Charlie, who shakes her head. It wasn’t her phone. I roll over and grab my phone off the nightstand. I look down at the screen to see who sent me a text, and when I see who it is my heart starts to pound. Holy crap! He actually texted me! I thought I was going to have to make the first move.

  Nico: Hey Doll, it’s Nico. I thought I’d get the ball rolling. Shall we start with the basics? What’s your favorite color? Mine is red ;)

  I could not stop the smile that spread across my face. I shake my head, this guy is something else. Of course, his favorite color is red. A little piece of me starts to fall for this guy…this guy, who I don’t even know what his real name is or what he really looks like. How is that possible?

  LaLa: Hi, Nico. Red is a lovely color. My favorite is blue

  Nico: Blue, huh? Did u know that a certain part of my anatomy is that color right now?

  LaLa: Is that so? I can’t imagine why ;)

  Nico: Ha! Baby, I’ve been like this since we kissed last night

  LaLa: Then u might want to make friends with your hand

  Nico: Sweetheart, I am best friends with my hand

  LaLa: LOL

  “Is that him?” Charlie asks excitedly.

  I nod with a stupid grin on my face. What the hell is wrong with me? I’m acting like a freaking teenager with a crush.

  Nico: Cats or dogs?

  LaLa: Lol, why?

  Nico: U can tell a lot about a person by their answer

  LaLa: Alright, fine. Cats

  Nico: Oh, God!

  LaLa: What?

  Nico: Cats are evil

  LaLa: No they’re not

  Nico: Oh, yes they are!

  LaLa: Fine, dogs

  Nico: U can’t just change your mind like that

  LaLa: Yes I can

  Nico: Says who?

  LaLa: I am a woman. It’s my prerogative!

  Nico: Can’t argue with that logic! I gotta run. Talk to u tomorrow?

  LaLa: Absolutely ;)

  I sigh, and hate to admit that it sounds a bit dreamy. Charlie is giving me a shit-eating grin that I just want to smack right off her face.

  “So? What did he say?” Charlie asks.

  “He asked what my favorite color was,” I reply with a nonchalant shrug.

  Charlie raises an eyebrow at me.

  “What? We said we would get to know each other a little bit,” I say in our defense.

  “Okaaay,” Charlie says in a “Whatever you say” kind of manner.

  “Well, what about you? Did you hook up with anyone?” I ask, changing the subject.

  “Nah, I got a couple of texts but none of them really caught my interest so I didn’t stay too long.”

  I glare at her. “You’re the one who dragged me to this club, and you didn’t even hook up with anyone?”

  “Hey, I’m not going to just settle on some random dude. The guy needs to really catch my eye and none of them were doing it for me,” Charlie explains.

  “Except for that hottie by the stairs that you refused to talk to,” I mutter.

  “Oh don’t start.” Charlie sighs. “Can we go watch a movie or something?”

  “Yeah, yeah,” I reply as we both head out into my living room and settle on the couch to find something to watch on TV.

  ♫♩♫♩♫♩♫

  Nick

  The weekends are never long enough. It’s Monday, I am back at work, and I can’t take it anymore. I keep glancing at my phone, waiting and hoping that it chimes to let me know that there is a text. Ever since Saturday, I cannot stop thinking about LaLa. The feel of her body against mine as we danced, the sweet smile on those luscious lips of hers, and damn, that kiss…I will never forget that kiss.

  I feel like a freaking chick, waiting for a man to call because he said he would, when in reality, he does not intend to do so. Is LaLa just fucking with me? Does she really want to meet with me on Saturday, or is she just screwing with my head? I figure since I initiated yesterday that I would wait for her to text me first today. But, shit, I never realized how impatient I am.