Nicaya stepped off the stage, sweat dripping from every pore on her body. She had just danced her fourth set for the evening and was debating whether or not to circulate through the club. Counting her tips, she soon realized she made a nice bit of cash, making the choice of prowling the club a little bit harder. That's when her chocolate eyes focused through the smoky haze of the club on her number one customer. He had been coming here consistently for the last five months or so. Usually sitting right next to the stage, waiting patiently for Nicaya to come on. Deciding that it wouldn't hurt to do a few more dances, Nicaya went back into the dressing room to freshen up. When she emerged, her braids were crimped, falling into lovely waves down between her shoulder blades, a black leather bra, which wasn't more than two tiny patches of leather and string, matching leather G-string and a pair of laced up vinyl platform go-go boots. Sauntering up to his table, ignoring the various requests.
"Hey there blue eyes, wanna private dance?" she whispered seductively in his ear.
"Hey baby, you know I do." he said, eyeing her luscious body.
"Table, lap or mattress?"
"Tonight I feel like splurging, how about all three?"
"Let's rock then." she said, taking his hand, leading him back to the private dancing area.
For the next hour or so, Victor sat there mesmerized by her naked, gyrating body. Yearning to reach out and touch her glistening body. Night after night, Victor dreamed about this girl. He barely new anything about her, yet she haunted his every waking moment.
"Hey beautiful, wanna go out with me one day?" he asked, licking his dry lips. He had been working up the courage to ask her for almost two months. Nicaya stopped in mid-grind, processing what he had just said. Normally she didn't date her customers, but secretly she had been waiting to see if he would ask her out.
"Sure, I don't see why not. You're not a psycho or anything right?" she laughed, shaking her full breasts in his face.
"I'm not psycho, just crazy about you, baby."
"Write your number down and I'll give you a call." Nicaya said as she continued her routine. Victor took out a hundred dollar bill and wrote his number down on it, sticking it in her garter belt.
"Alright sexy, time's up. I'll give you a call later." Nicaya said, blowing him a kiss. Victor watched her body jiggle out of the room.
Nicaya examined the bill, half laughing at the joy of getting a big tip, not to mention getting his number.
"Hey Nick, how did you do tonight?" a busty redhead asked.
"Pretty good...pretty good indeed." she murmured, staring at the phone number.
Victor could hardly focus on work. He had been waiting for Nicaya to call him for almost three days. He would have gone back to the club to talk to her, but he had been swamped at work, not to mention his children were visiting. He had almost given up hope when his cell phone rang.
"Hello?" he asked, answering on the fifth ring.
"Blue eyes?" Victor's heart did somersaults hearing her voice.
"Solitaire?"
"Actually, it's Nicaya." she said, laughing softly.
"Beautiful name. And it's Victor."
"Well Victor, how are you doing today? Better yet, what are you doing today?"
"Um, I'm fine and not much. How about you on both?"
"About the same. Listen, if you want to go out tonight, I'm free."
"Kewl. Where can I pick you up at?"
"I'll meet you. What time do you get off work?"
"Six."
"Gimme your job address and I'll be there."
Nicaya wrote down the address and directions to his job. Stretching out on her bed. she looked at the clock, seeing that it was still early, she dozed back off.
The day went at snail's pace for Victor. He tried working to pass the time, but it didn't help. He was a ball of nerves waiting for six to get here.
Nicaya kicked the covers off her bed, stretching her nubile body. Turning on the stereo, she danced her way through her closet, finding a subtle outfit to wear. She couldn't wear her "work" clothes because they were way too skimpy and she couldn't wear her "house" clothes because they were way too frumpy. She settled on a black cotton tee and a pair of black vinyl pants. Silver bangles on her wrists, silver hoops in her ears, an ankh ring on her thumb, and a thin leather choker with the word 'Diva' inscribed on it. She had brushed her long braid straight back. Spraying on some Red perfume and adding some shiny lip gloss, she hopped in her car and drove off.
Victor nervously shifted from side to side. In the back of his mind, a little voice taunted him, telling him that he wasted his time and money on her. Nicaya saw him standing there and beeped her horn at him to get his attention.
"Hey blue eyes." she said, stepping out of her car.
"Hot damn." Victor whispered, his blue eyes locked on the vision of black beauty approaching him.
"You like?"
"I love." he said, taking her in his arms, hugging her close. "I have been waiting to hold you in my arms." he whispered.
"Well here I am. Where are we heading?"
"Hadn't really given it much thought. Anywhere in particular you want to go?"
"Yep. Get in." she said, walking back towards her car. Victor got in the car, smiling at Nicaya. They drove for about an hour and an half, making small talk. They pulled up to a secluded gazebo, surrounded by lush greenery.
"I come here to think. It's quiet and peaceful. Not to mention, away from the hustle of the club." Nicaya softly spoke, leaning back against the hood of her car.
"It is very beautiful." Victor finally said.
"What is, the scenery or me?" she joked.
"Both are gorgeous." he answered, looking deep in her dark eyes. He couldn't take his eyes off her dark, honey brown body. Nicaya gazed in his cerulean eyes, losing herself over and over again.
"C'mon, I want to show you something." she said, breaking the moment. Taking his hand, running towards the gazebo. Victor ran behind her, laughing. Dusk added a sweet pink tinge to the soft blue sky. Nicaya pulled out a soft blanket from underneath the steps of the gazebo, spreading it out on the ground. Together, the laid back on the blanket. holding hands. Victor never felt at peace before in his entire lifetime, yet here he was, lying next to a virtual stranger, telling her his life story, his hopes, his dreams, everything. Nicaya in turned opened the book of her life for his reading enjoyment.
"Nicaya, this is the best date I have ever been on."
"Me too, blue eyes."
"I want to go out with you again."
"Was hoping you would ask me out again."
"Well, you know I have two little girls. Their mother is throwing them a party next week and they want me to come. I know you don't have to, but I would love it if you would come with me."
"You sure it won't be any problems? I don't want to cause any baby momma drama."
"No problems. But, if you feel uncomfortable, I understand."
"Actually, I would love to go. What's the occasion?"
"It's my oldest daughter's birthday."
"Good. Do you mind if I bring a gift?"
