The nightclub was pulsating. A stream of colored lights illuminated the dance floor and a cloudy haze obscured most of the people. Outside there was a congregation of people smoking or vaping and long lines to enter. It was truly the place to be to ring in the New Year.
2025. What would it bring she wondered as she waiting in line to enter. This last year had not been the greatest for her. Work had felt overwhelming often and the election cycle was just exhausting. On top of the her love life took a turn for the worst as her boyfriend had left her for another woman. Someone younger, bigger chested, and dumber, well to her anyway. To say he broke her heart would be a bit of an understatement. She spent much of the year in solitude believing that love was not for her anymore.
It's not that she was unattractive as she held many hallmarks of beauty. She is taller than most woman giving her power with men. She took good care of herself with whole foods and exercise which granted her a slender build and firm, long legs. A nicely toned ass as well. Many men in her past had told her she had a "god-tier pussy" as well. She knew she wasn't lacking on quality features, but sometimes her age worried her. Entering her mid 40s and being single was not the easiest time for new love.
She had decided to try again tonight. The dating apps had all failed, mostly producing pictures of men holding fish or the inevitable unwanted dick pic. She thought that maybe within the confines of a local disco she could find someone willing and fun to take home and celebrate.
It had been a mild winter so far and she waiting comfortably in line adorned in a green bodycon dress. The spaghetti straps showed off her lovely shoulders and the low v cut offered a tantalizing glimpse of her chest. She looked down and noticed her nipples were clearly visible. She smirked a little at the thought of people staring at them.
As the line moved forward her black heels clicked with each step and her blonde hair swayed around her neck. She noticed a rather intoxicated man coming down the line, periodically bumping into people. As he approached he stopped and offered her his insights.
"Damn sexy, you lookin like a meal tonight!"
She didn't answer, just kept her eyes forward. She knew it was a bar, but had little to no interest in alcohol herself. He persisted in his attempt for attention.
"Aw baby, what's wrong don't know a good man when you see him?"
She turned to him.
"I do, little boy, and you're quite far from one. Why don't you go home and sleep this off before you embarrass yourself anymore."
A visible anger started to rise from him, but then another man approached and put his arms around him.
"Come on Tony, let's get going already."
Looking over to her the new man simply said, "Sorry he's a dick sometimes I'll get him out of here."
She nodded in response and kept lurching towards the entry. Finally she arrived at the door and briskly greeted with, "ID please ma'am."
She reached in to black leather clutch past the pepper spray and tampons and produce the card for him.
"$20 tonight, cash only, pay at the register after me. Have a lovely time and new year." He wrapped a festive wristband over her right wrist and shouted, "Next!"
She was suddenly reminded of herding animals on the farm she grew up on. Are we all just being herded to breed or slaughter she thought to herself. The same sly smirk hit her mouth again
She gave the cashier her bank note and was shuffled to the next station to receive a stamp. With that she was let loose into the sanctuary of debauchery. She could feel the bass beats pumping inside her while the treble rang in her ears. The dance floor was a white and green tiled relic from the 1970s and a disco ball still hung over it. It reflected small squares of color from lights and lasers all over.
On the dance floor bodies slammed into each other. A modern orgy as arms crossed over torsos and hands grabbed at anatomy. Shouts and laughter burst out from the scene as gazed over the crowd. She looked upwards and saw the balcony of overhead observers. The older people look down to reminisce and share stories of their time in the pit. Her people.
She walked over to the nearby stairs and ascended upward to them. It had been a while since she wore heels but her grace was not lost at all. Her hips moved side to side like a perfect pendulum and even her pace was alluring. As she reached the top of the stairs she noticed the bar ahead of her was mostly empty. The space here was far more quiet as a couple walls around it blocked off the sound. Slowly she walked over the granite bar. The bartender smiled at her.
"What can I get for you tonight love?"
"Something simple I'm thinking. Perhaps just an old fashioned."
"Of course. Coming right up. It'll be $12 okay?"
She smiled and produced $15 in cash.
"All yours."
His eyes widened a bit as he was pouring the whiskey over the ice sphere.
"Thank you so much!"
He knocked twice on the countertop before taking the bills aside. After a moment the cocktail was finished and he handed it over to her. She graciously accepted it and took her first sip. She leaned forward to rest her elbows on the cold granite and placed the cocktail down on its napkin. She playfully extended her hips and ass out a bit while turning to look around her.
From across the elevated bar area she noticed a man alone at a table. He appeared to be looking at her, but when she caught his gaze he quickly turned away. She smiled and slowly turned her head toward again. Unable to resist she looked towards him again while sipping her drink. Again he was looking at her, but this time did not turn away. Instead it appeared he locked in on her and was taking all of her body into his view. She turned towards him so he could see the rest.
He was certainly handsome and definitely her type. He looked somewhat near 40 was bald but an extraordinary beard instead. He was standing leaned over a hi-top table and she could tell he also took good care of his body as the rolled up sleeves of his flannel suggested his extent of muscles. On the inside of his left forearm was a tatto she could not quite distinguish yet. He smiled thinly at her and she felt a warmth rise within her.
She pushed her hair back behind her ear and walked over to his table. Her dress was cut at her thighs giving him a wonderful view of her legs and she couldn't help but notice he was looking down at them. He looked up at her face and she smiled. She gave him a small tease and ran her hand down the exposed area of her chest and rested it on her left hip. As she approached the table she saw he had no beverage in front of him.
"What are you having tonight? Can I get you a round?" she asked.
"Honestly nothing, I don't drink anymore." He smiled at her.
His voice was a low bass tone. However it came off as stil soft and alluring to her. Without any aggression to it. Almost playful.
"Oh!" she exclaimed. "Well then why are you here at a nightclub?"
"I used to work here years ago. The bartender there," he pointed to the man behind the bar in a white button up and thin black tie, "Pete is an old friend of mine and he put me on the list for the night to just kind of hang out."
"Is it hard for you to be around all of this?"
"Actually no, it's been many years now and I'm quite comfortable saying goodbye to drinking. I don't mind at all if others do, I just know it's not for me."
She grinned widely at this. Her ex had spent much of the last year drunk and sleeping on the couch. A large issue and part of what led to the eventual separation.
"Are you here with anyone then?" She asked.
"Nah, my plus one canceled on me at the last minute. Something about going out to where she thinks some guy will be. Oh well!"
He chuckled a little and she returned in kind, lifting a hand to her mouth.
"You look amazing just so you know." He remarked to her.
She was taken aback a bit and fumbled for words.
"Thank you," she said eventually.
"That dress fits you extremely well, where did you get it?"
"Thank you! It's from a neighborhood boutique. I appreciate good quality clothes although the cost can be quite demanding," she laughed as she finished her answer.
"Me too, I'm always on the lookout for good denim. Rogue territory, imogene and Willie, and others."
For some reason this aroused her a bit. Who was this man and how did he know these things? It was rare to find for sure. She leaned in a bit knowing that her top was slightly loose and would expose her if he decided to look. He continued to stare in her eyes however. She loved his hazel irises and his locked gaze. She smiled at him and felt her body react to his look.
She set her cocktail down on the table and looked at her phone quickly.