KNOCKOUT
Small_Island
Ch. 44: Saturday Night Champagne
Janice and Tim had set out an hour later than the night before, so they weren't the first people in the club tonight, but it was still less than half full when they walked in.
Their server from the night before, Justine, saw them and quickly made her way over to greet them. She was a lovely little Filipina and smiled broadly as she welcomed them back.
"I'm afraid that prime table you had last night is already taken," she said. "But we do have some others almost as good."
"Actually," said Tim. "We thought we'd try something different tonight. Do you have any of those booths up against the wall in your area?"
"Yes," Justine said happily. "I still have two and they both have good sights of the dance floor while being that little more private. Normally we only use them for parties of four or six." Her smile widened, "But for you I'll make an exception."
As she guided them across the space she said, "Do you mind if I ask what's brought you out for two nights of dancing in a row? You're not among our regulars and I get the feeling you're celebrating something."
"You're right," said Janice. "It's our sixth wedding anniversary and my darling husband suddenly remembered how much I loved dancing. So, while this is the first time you've seen us here, I hope it won't be the last." She looked at Tim as she said the last.
"Definitely not!" he agreed. "But I hope you don't mind if we also find some clubs where we can do a little two-stepping or new wave grooving."
"Well, congratulations!" Justine beamed at them. Then she lowered her voice and said, "And before the night is over, I'll give you the names of a couple of other places where I like to go dancing too."
Tim pulled some bills out of his pocket. He handed Justine a twenty and said, "Let's put this on top of whatever we have left from last night to get us started." Then he handed her a fifty. "And this is for you."
"Sir! You're being too generous," she protested.
"No, I'm just recognizing a real professional and saying thank you for taking such good care of us. Like you said, you could put six people in this booth, which would get you that much more in tips. I don't want to penalize you for your kindness."
The young woman's lovely brown skin made it hard to see, but you could clearly sense the blush that rose up through her cheeks. "Thank you, sir," she said quietly before taking the money and then quickly walking away.
"Damn!" said Janice. "You really are the smoothest thing."
"What?" Tim said. "It's true, this is a six-person table and..."
"I know," she interrupted him. "I mean, we haven't even had our first dance and you've already got someone ready to go out to the car with you. She's so flustered she forgot to take our drink order."
Tim felt a bit of blush in his own cheeks. "I wasn't trying to..." he started to say, but then let it go when he saw the teasing smile on his wife's lovely face. She'd gotten him again.
Justine was back just a few minutes later and she had an ice bucket with a champagne bottle sticking out of it in one hand and two flutes in the other.
"Happy Anniversary!" she said as she peeled the foil off the top and popped the cork.
"Compliments of the house," she added as she filled their glasses.
"Thank you, and please thank the house," said Janice.
"And after the champagne," the lovely 22-year-old said, "would you like to go with last night's plan again?"
"Actually, we plan on drinking a bit less booze tonight," Tim said. "So how about a couple of club sodas for now and we'll decide the rest after the champagne is gone?"
"You got it, sir," Justine said.
"And no more 'sirs', okay? We're still under thirty," he laughed. "I'm Tim and this is Janice."
"Okay, Tim," she said shyly. Then she turned to his wife. "And Janice, can I say how beautiful you look? I absolutely love your dress, it's amazing!"
"Thank you, Justine," Janice said happily.
"I'll be right back with your club sodas," the woman said and again turned away from the table. Her long, black hair hung to just above her small, tight ass, which looked delightful in a denim skirt and they both watched her walk away.
"Now who's going to take her out to the car?" Tim said to Justine.
She just laughed and held up her champagne flute. When he brought his up to meet it, she said, "Here's to opportunities."
Ch. 45: Saturday's New Partners
The rest of the night at the club flowed as easily as the anniversary champagne. The two lovers hit the dance floor and Tim had definitely learned and improved, although it was still quite obvious who the real dancer was between them.
They'd hoped to see some of their dance partners from the night before, but didn't spot anyone. However, it didn't even take a full hour before they started making new friends.
The first guy to take a chance on asking Janice out for a dance right under her husband's nose was a real surprise. He was a small guy in his early twenties, apparently mixed-race, although you'd guess black before white. He was also clearly gay.
"May I speak frankly?" he said as he crouched at the end of their table. He carried on before either Tim or Jan could reply, speaking fast. "You two look gorgeous together and I can tell you're having a lot of fun. However, I can also tell that this lovely man is a relative newcomer to dancing, at least this kind of dancing, and probably wants to sit out more numbers than you do. Am I right?" he asked Janice.
She laughed. "Right on all counts. He is lovely, he is a newbie, and he does like to sit too much." She blew Tim a kiss across the table.
"Well," said their visitor, "I find myself in a similar situation tonight. By the way, my name is Rollie. About three tables back over my right shoulder you'll see another lovely man who is also a bit insecure on the floor."
Tim and Jan glanced over and saw a slender black man who might have been ten years older than Rollie. He looked nervous and a bit sad. Janice gave him a little hand wave and a big, friendly smile.
Rollie continued. "Unfortunately, he's also a little insecure about our date, since it's only our second time out. He says he's okay with me dancing with other people, but when I did go out with another man, I could tell he wasn't too happy about it.
"Long story, short," he said, turning his attention to Tim. "Would you mind if I ask your beautiful companion to join me on the floor for a dance now and then so we can work off our extra energy without making either of you jealous?"
Tim and Janice both laughed at the man's bold and funny manner.
"Rollie," Tim said. "I am pleased to tell you that I got all the jealousy danced out of me last night when Janice barely came off the floor, while I probably sat 30 percent of the time."
"40 percent," corrected Janice. "And as for me, I saw you out there with your friend and would love to take a turn on the floor with you, Rollie." She held out her hand to him and he straightened up, took it, and helped her out of the booth. Then the two were off to the floor. Tim looked over at Rollie's date and raised his glass and gave him a nod of the head in salute.
Rollie's successful attempt appeared to break the ice on other people asking Janice for a dance and soon she was as occupied on the floor as she had been the night before. Although tonight Tim was definitely sitting only 30 percent of the time and probably less.
Around 10:30 they finally saw someone from the night before. Lonzo, the darkest of the black men she'd danced with on Friday (and the darkest of her fantasy lovers later that night), arrived with a white man, a white woman and a Latina woman. They all looked in their early to mid-20s.
Tim and Janice ran into him out on the floor with the blonde woman and they quickly shared greetings and introductions. After two songs, Lonzo suggested switching partners and since the blonde, whose name was Angie, seemed okay with it, they did.
Soon after that, Charlie, the white guy who'd come in with Lonzo was over asking Janice for a dance and Tim went on the offensive and asked the Latina, Carla, from their group.
As the club filled and the drink flowed and the bodies moved on the dance floor, Tim felt the level of sexual energy growing, just as it had the night before.
There were naturally a lot of guys eager to dance with Janice; the way she looked and moved in her little black dress had the hormones raging. A few guys were quickly frozen out for being too free with their hands or their words in ways that Jan called 'classless'.
Fortunately, only one needed a firmer 'no'. But before Tim had to deliver it, the guy was hearing it from over his shoulder. When he spun around to confront the voice, he found himself looking up into the face of a guy who looked like Danny Trejo's son, if
Machete's
son was 6 foot 3.
The asshole slinked away and the big guy gave Janice a nod before heading toward the bar. Tim saw him stop to share a word with Justine and he realized Machete Jr. was a bouncer and their new found friend had sent him over at the first sign of trouble. Tim raised his glass to the small, brown beauty and she smiled and nodded.
Ch. 46: Saturday's Super Freaks
A Cuban guy named Ricardo joined the list of dance partners invited to return. He wasn't quite as suave as Javier, but danced just as well and was just as handsome, if in a rougher way. When the DJ ran a string of Salsa records together, Ricardo had Janice twirling dizzyingly around the floor and the way she had her hips moving had Tim and a lot of other men in the room just as dizzy.
Lonzo and his new group were also frequent partners and one time Janice joined Angie and Carla on a restroom break. When she got back, she seemed flush, much like the previous night after her encounter back there with D'Andre. But Tim had seen Lonzo and Charlie sitting at their table the whole time the ladies had been gone. 'Could it have been one of the women who had his wife all worked up?' Tim thought. Before he could ask anything, however, Jan was bringing him up to speed.
"Angie and Carla just suggested we go with them to another club that they say is even hotter than this one," she said. "It's called
