I dig into my pocket. “We’re over twenty-one.”
She pops her bubblegum as her eyes scan us from head to toe. “I can see that. I need to check that you’re at least thirty.”
Fuck! I didn’t think they’d be checking our ages. Dylan glances at me with a smirk. “Sure.” I hand over my driver’s license and so does Dylan. It was only two weeks ago that he turned thirty.
With a level of boredom I haven’t seen since high school, the woman studies our licenses, then hands them back to us. “That’ll be twenty-five each.” I hand over my credit card and she scans it, then stamps our wrists. “Have a good night, boys.” She winks at us, then directs her attention to the next people in line.
As soon as the doors open, a thumping bass beat hits me square in the chest. Oh yeah! I can’t stop my body from moving as we make our way through the crowded space to the bar. We can’t help but press up against women of all shapes and sizes who check us out in return as we pass by. I’m not being big-headed when I say that Dylan and I are good-looking guys. We generally don’t have trouble gaining the attention of the ladies, particularly Dylan with his naturally flirtatious personality. He’s the light to my darker features, with his blond hair, blue-eyed surfer look. He comes across as laid back, but he takes life seriously where it counts.
Skating my eyes around the darkened space, lit by random purple strobe lights, I’m already mentally patting myself on the back for my decision to come here tonight. The place is filled wall to wall with women who ooze confidence that younger girls just don’t have. It would be great to finish the day sharing a drink and interesting conversation with a beautiful woman. I mean, I wouldn’t say no to getting naked with said woman, but I don’t want to push my luck. My day’s already been successful beyond my imagination.
Dylan leans in close to my ear. “You want a beer?”
I glance up at the drink menu, spotting my favorite craft beer. “Sure. I’ll have a Crusoe.” He nods and moves closer to the bar, which is three people deep in places, to order our drinks so it’s going to take him a while. I tuck my hands into my pockets and step toward the dance floor to watch. It doesn’t take long before a particular woman catches my attention. She’s got a banging body, all curves, dips, and valleys—just the way I like my women. Her black lace dress hugs her body as she shakes her delectable ass to the music. She spins around, finally facing me, and the front is as spectacular as the back. Her smile is contagious as her blonde friend grinds her ass against hers. They’re too caught up having their own fun to be trying to impress anyone, and it’s sexy as fuck.
Dylan steps beside me, handing me my beer. I take a drink and then tip my head toward the women. “They look like they’re having a good time.” He glances to where I’m pointing, then smiles at me with raised eyebrows. Where the brunette is everything I look for in a woman, her blonde friend is Dylan’s perfect woman come to life.
“I think we’re in for a good night, my friend.” He taps his glass against my bottle and takes another drink.
I smile at my long-time friend, then take a drink. Both of us turn toward the dance floor to watch the women enjoying themselves. As many times as I tear my eyes away from the stunning brunette to peer around the room, they instinctually find their way back to her.
Six pillars topped with silver cages, rise out of the floor at random intervals around the room. Each has a woman inside wearing a barely there shimmering outfit. My eyes momentarily lock on the dancer closest to me as she moves her body to the music, but she can’t hold my attention for long as my eyes fight to find the sexy brunette again. I snap my head around to seek her out but she’s not where she was a moment earlier. Scanning the area, I come up empty. I shift my position to see if I can locate her, but she’s vanished into thin air.Fuck!
Dylan leans into me. “Who are you looking for?”
I point to the spot where my girl was. “The brunette who was dancing with the blonde.”
He nods, then lifts his chin in the direction of the large, raised booths facing the dance floor along the side. “They went that way.”
I relax and Dylan leads the way, making a path through the crowd as purple lights strobe across the room in time with the music. Someone pinches my ass as I follow behind. I turn to lay eyes on the offender to be greeted with a wink and a wide smile surrounded by bristles. I raise my eyebrows and tip my head, but keep moving forward. He was decent looking if I swung that way, but I don’t.
I spot the women in a circular booth toward the back, the farthest from the speakers. How fortuitous … the other half of the booth is free. Walking directly toward them, I lean closer to the blonde, who’s sitting closest to the edge. “Mind if we take the other half of the booth?”
Her eyes skate down my body and across to Dylan, then she returns her attention to me. “Be our guest.” She waves her hand out toward the empty side.
“Thanks.” I slide into the other end of the booth first, then Dylan follows in behind me. His eyes catch on the blonde and stay there for a long moment. I try to catch the eye of the brunette, but it’s not happening; she’s too busy watching the action on the dance floor. I press my back against the cushioned chair and stretch my legs out, playing with the coaster on the table.
“How are you feeling?” I look beside me, knowing full well the space is empty. The voice was as clear as if the woman it belongs to was sitting right beside me. I lift my gaze to the women at the other end of the booth.
The brunette blows out a breath. “Disappointed, but I’ll survive.”
The blonde rubs her friend’s arm, her face full of compassion. “Have you got enough money to do another round?”
“Nope. I have to save again, which will put me behind schedule, but what else can I do? I want a baby.”
A baby.I’m certain my eyebrows are touching my hairline and my eyes are as wide as saucers.
“I know.” The blonde sighs. “Why don’t you try picking up a hot guy and taking him home? There are plenty here to choose from,” she suggests. “And it would be cheaper than going through the clinic.”
“You know I can’t do that, Mel.”
“Why not? He would never have to know.”
“Uhhh, because it’s unethical. Plus, there’s that little tidbit about my personality that you’re forgetting.”
The blonde pauses for a moment; her eyebrows scrunch down, then her eyes widen and her lips spread. “Oh, right. I forgot. You know, you can have sex for fun without being involved?” She nudges her shoulder playfully into her friend’s.
“I knowyoucan do that, but I’ve tried it. I wish I could do what you do, but I’m not built that way.”