Page 1 of Take A Chance

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Emma

Music thumped within the club, reaching out to the street where I stood with Allegra in the line of people waiting to get in. After such a stressful week of job searching, standing in a line after ten p.m. wasn’t my idea of a good time. Teaching had been my lifeblood, but with the budget cuts came a reduction in force, and I was stuck sleeping on Allegra’s pull-out sofa in the tiny studio apartment a few blocks from the club.

“I can’t believe you’re still sulking!” Allegra had to raise her voice over the chatter around us and the drone of the music. Each time the door opened, the noise roared then retreated back into the darkness and flashing lights.

“I’m not sulking, I’m tired. I used to get up at six a.m. every morning, so I was used to being in bed by nine. And I have that interview on Monday.” I tugged at the tight dress, pulling the hem lower. My father would never have allowed me to dress like this, and Louie would have clothed me in a burka to keep my curves only for his viewing pleasure. Allegra had insisted that I cram my curvy body into her slinky red minidress. It was at least one size too small for me, which made my tits bulge out the top like a slowly rising cake.

“Alright, ladies.” The bouncer leaned around a group of about five burly guys in front of us and waved us forward. “Sorry, guys, these beauties go first.”

“Come on,” Allegra prodded, pulling me with her. We weaved through the crowd, pushing our way toward the bar. Pink, red, and blue lights strobed from somewhere in the ceiling, lighting the faces of dancers and drinkers who surrounded us on all sides. I slid onto the barstool, the dress stretching across my thick thighs as I sat. I had to admit the dress did make me look good, accentuating my hips and bust so I had the perfect hourglass figure.

“So, we just order a drink?” I shouted into Allegra’s ear, and she shook her head.

“No!” The music abruptly ended, and her shout rang out into the club. She snickered and continued at a normal volume while the DJ selected the next song. “Look, we’re hot. We just sit and wait. Some guy will check us out and buy us a drink.”

“Then what?” I asked, though I knew what she’d say. I hadn’t been in the dating scene. In fact, I hadn’t really dated. Louie was the love of my life and the only man I’d ever “dated”.

“Then we talk to them, silly. And if they’re nice, we see what happens.” She winked at me and scanned the crowd. The music kicked back in with heavy bass and strange mechanical sounds. We sat for less than ten minutes before the bartender approached.

“Favorite drink, ladies?”

“Mai tais!” Allegra leaned over the bar, smiling like a cheap whore. I nodded assent, and he scurried off to prepare the drinks. I looked around, hoping to see the kind gentleman who had offered to buy the drinks for us, but there were too many people gyrating to the beat.

When the bartender returned holding two brightly colored drinks, he gestured deeper into the club to a room on the second floor where a glass window separated the VIPs from the main room. “Guys upstairs want to say hello.”

I hesitantly picked up the drink while Allegra squealed. She leaned in and spoke loudly to me. “My God, I’ve never had to buy a drink in my life, but if I’d have known it would be the VIPs buying the drinks, I’d have brought you along much sooner. You’re my good luck charm.”

She grabbed my arm and tugged, and I sloshed my drink across the polished bar as I stood. The crowd between the bar and the stairs was even rowdier than on the way in, and I thought for sure that I would wear more of the drink than I got in my mouth. We carefully ascended the stairs. My ankles wobbled in the four-inch stilettos I wore—forced upon me by Allegra.

“Ladies, welcome.” A tall, dark-skinned gentleman in a suit stood outside a door with a plaque labeledVIP Suite. He opened the door.

Allegra led me forward into the large room. The minute the door was shut, the deafening music faded to mere vibrations in the air. I could hear it, but I could also hear other things now too, the sound of a few gentlemen talking and the click of my heels on the floor. There were couches strewn about and a table in the corner of the room with a wraparound booth partially obscured by a curtain that hung from the tall ceiling to the floor.

We approached the table, hearing the chatter coming from that direction. I glanced out the large window overlooking the dancers below and saw from this vantage point that whoever had purchased the drinks for us had probably watched us enter and kept their eye on us until we were seated at the bar.

“Ah, welcome,” a gentleman said, rising from the booth. He took Allegra’s hand and kissed it, pushing the curtain aside. I could see the outstretched arm of another man seated in the red leather booth, but he was hidden behind the curtain. The first man was gorgeous, blonde hair, blue eyes, and a tailored suit that screamed money. Allegra was smitten immediately.

“Thank you for inviting us up. Maybe we can get to know each other?” She sipped her drink seductively, and I had a mini-panic attack as the guy led her away from me. She winked over her shoulder, and I froze in place, unsure what to do.

Until I heard the second man clear his throat.

I turned and stepped past the curtain, and he came into sight. Dark hair, piercing cerulean eyes, and God, did I want to rake my fingers through his five o’clock shadow. I was speechless, frozen like a deer in headlights waiting to be plowed over. And when he smiled—well, smirked, really—my insides started to melt and drip out through my vagina.

“Uh, thank you for the drink.” I set the glass on the white tablecloth and in doing so was forced to bend over. I watched his gaze fix on my chest, large, protruding breasts already too big to stay in the dress, but with the angle at which I stood, they were too tempting for any man to look away from. When I saw how much he seemed to enjoy them, I planted my hands on either side of the glass and remained in that position for his viewing pleasure. A thrill of excitement made adrenaline course through my body. I hadn’t felt turned on by another man in years.

“I didn’t order them.” His eyes trailed upward to my face. “I’d have bought the whole bottle—something expensive—and perhaps a tray of hors d’oeuvres too.” He leaned forward and unbuttoned his suit coat. I could smell his cologne wafting toward me, musky and pungent. It teased my senses.

“A whole bottle? Do you want me drunk?”

“Depends,” he said, taking a beer bottle off the table and sipping from it. “How badly do you want to lower your inhibitions?”

My cheeks burned. I didn’t talk like this to anyone, but something about him made me want to be very bad. “I think maybe you should buy that drink and find out.”

As he slid from the booth and stood, I straightened. He looked down at his phone, typing something into it, and as he did, I looked around. Allegra was gone, and I was alone with a perfect stranger. When I turned back to him, he was there, putting his phone into his pocket. His hand reached for my hip, and I didn’t shy away.

“Dance?” he asked, already maneuvering me a few steps away from the booth. I had no choice. He was strong. His body towered over mine as his arms wrapped around me. The music grew louder as if someone had known we wanted to dance but couldn’t hear it. The way his hips dipped and ground against me while his hands pawed at my curves did something to me. He pushed a knee between my legs and pulled me hard against his body. My pussy ached so badly I knew he’d have a puddle on his slacks when he backed away, but I wasn’t about to protest his actions.

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