The music was sweet and mellow and the lights shone with a singular glow. The room that served as the dance floor was crowed with slowly moving bodies seemingly stuck firmly together. Stevie Wonder was guiding softly through a beautiful rendition of "You Got It Bad Girl" and believe me, there was more than one young fine thing there that looked as if she had "it" bad. Nothing like togetherness. I dug the scene and decoded that the best place for me was at the bar so I turned slowly and inched my way back along the hall to the kitchen and the booze.
The young lady behind the bar smiled sweetly and asked what I would like and I almost told her but the young brother sitting at the rear of the room, playing the sounds didn't look like the type to take that kind of joke lightly. Besides even sitting he gave the impression of Kareem Abduln and Joe Frazier in one body. There was no need asking for trouble. "Bourbon and soda," was my reply and I'll be damned if she didn't look disappointed. She probably thought I was some kinda square but that son-of-a-bitch back there with her should be laying down as many compliments as she needed. There I was, standing trying whether or not to try that young lady behind the bar and risk the chance of adverse reactions from the black Tarzan or just split.
The drink went down smoothly and I turned to ask for a refill, when I got two eyes full of the sweetest hunk of black pussy I have ever dug in my life. Unbelievable, this chick was enough to make a greedy man give up. Well, I am greedy but I'll be damned if I was going to give up without a try. She was standing off to one side in a corner, talking to another young thing who would have made even Venus cry but who in comparison, was a wet weed standing next to my ebony goddess. Ever try to get the perfect line, something to intrigue a sweet young thing?
While standing there holding that empty glass, trying to get my head out of the fog, that had so inconveniently taken occupancy in that space, so usually filled with quick opening lines, they, both of them turned and started in my direction. Well, I thought, "it is now or never."
As they started by, I reached out and touched the arm of my goddess, softly and smiled, "I know you must be here with someone," weak, no? Hm, well, it was the best I could do, you just can't be cool all the time.
She replied, "No I'm not here with anyone, why?" Hell, nothing like answering a question, with a question. She thought had me, she did. I wasn't really prepared for it. I stood there like ten tons of charcoal ice, frozen stiff and completely out of it, I mean, a guy can only be so lucky.
"Well," I said, "I thought you might like to dance," I gave her my killer smile, and she accepted. Now some dude that was really conceited probably would have flipped and figured that he had it made, I'm cool, so I figured I did (have it made). Funny, turns out I did. I kept her on the floor for what must have been three quarters of an hour and would have been out there longer but she asks to get a drink. Up to the bar we moved, smiling all the way, at least I was. I gave the amazon behind the bar all thirty-two and couldn't have cared less about her friend because I was definitely in my world. Her name was Sharon and she was married, too. Oh yeah, I been there twice if I hadn't mentioned it already. She had one little girl and a husband who wouldn't stay home.
I grinned a little wider. She had been taking her old man's shit for a whole year and was more than a little tired of it so she was on the prowl and ready for some action. I mean she didn't just up run this all down on me all in one breath, it took some time, ahhh about fifteen minutes. I mean this chick could have said I was Superman and I would have tried to fly to prove it. Man, you would have to see this lady to know what I mean. I'd describe her if I could but…… have you ever tried to describe the small dots you see when you close your eyes? They are there but you really can't tell anyone what they look like. She was that fine, too fine for anyone's words hell she was so fine a master artist could not do her justice.
We rapped and dance for another hour or so before I dropped the bomb that was calculated to either make or break the evening for me. "I know a place where they serve really great Scotch"; man was I full of great lines this night. I smiled my killer smile again and held my breath. "I really don't feel like drinking anymore," she said and she wasn't smiling. I blew, right? Sorry, WRONG, she continued, after a pause that must have been calculated to cool my ardor, "but if you would like to go somewhere else, I'd love to go with you." But I'll be damned, she still wasn't smiling. But guess who was.
It was only a short trip to my apartment to the party, the cab made good time and I still hadn't stopped smiling. I was going to lay into this like no one had done since Adam first grabbed Eve. I paid the driver and tipped him a buck, me, last of the big time spenders. I grabbed Sharon by the hand and flew up the three flights of stairs to my apartment door. It took but a few seconds to open the door and I guided her past the kitchen to the living room. Now being the true hip dude that I consider myself to be the music was already playing.
