"Happy Hour" blinked on and off in the window of a popular nightclub. Scores of people stood in line outside, wrapping around the block. The bar filled quickly. Smoke and laughter filtered throughout the cooled air in the club. Excitement stirred the crazed crowd, waiting for that night's adventure to begin.
He stood outside talking to the bouncer letting people enter the club. As he looked at the line forming his eyes connected with her. She and her friends walked past all the people waiting and entered the club. He cut his conversation short and followed her into what he hoped would become, one hell of a night.
Heads turned to catch a glimpse of her as she passed. Her walk showed poise and confidence. Guys shifted restlessly, uncomfortable with the heat rising in the room. Looks of envy flashed across a number of female faces in the bar.
She stood out from all the others. Dark as it was in the club, he could clearly see what she wore. A pale aqua top clung to her breasts, illuminating her perfect skin. He couldn't take his eyes off her long legs extending from her very short skirt. A slit in the skirt hinted at more.
He caught a better view of her legs as she continued to the bar. As she leaned toward the bartender, he felt a twinge of jealousy. He wanted those lips, had to have them, breathing those words, whatever they might be, into his ears. He moved to the end of the bar allowing himself a full view of her luscious ass.
He felt the caress from her sexy voice as she placed her order for a drink. “Can you give me a ‘screaming orgasm’?” His cock twitched at this request. He laughed as he saw the shocked look on the bartender’s face.
Manny usually handled flirtatious comments better than a blank stare. “Uh, I’m not sure what goes into that.” he said stumbling over the words he couldn’t believe came out of his mouth.
“Oh what goes into a screaming orgasm? Can you honestly tell me you don’t know this? Okay, I’ll humor you,” she leaned in to whisper in Manny’s ear. Her hot breathe turning him on even more than the drink request. “Bailey's, Grand Marnier, and Vodka. Pour on the rocks and into a highball glass.”
The bartender placed a glass before her on the counter. He could see the look of lust flash in Manny’s eyes as she tipped him. He wanted to feel her hands in his, that body against his body. He wouldn't let anyone else have her. He would have her.
She turned in the direction of the dance floor watching the people dancing. He had just enough time to see a rather bold young man beg her for a dance, before needing to return to the disc jockey booth. The song started slowly, yet the beat had quickened by the time the two dancers joined her friends. He smiled as he realized he could watch her easily from behind the turntables.
She moved seductively against her partner. He watched a light illuminate her face to the beat of the music. He could imagine the young man's thoughts. He wished she would press against his body in that way. He could barely concentrate on the next mix of music. He hoped she would stop and catch a breath. She did. He frowned when he saw her blow the young man a kiss. She, with her friends, returned to the bar out of his sight. Not out of mind though, his hard on wouldn’t let him forget.