The first woman that Clifton found intriguing was a petite red head. Her hair was long and shiny and hung around her face in large spiral curls. She was dressed in a long black matte jersey dress. It hugged her curves graciously. Clifton liked her look. It was completed with a delicate silver watch, a long silver pendant, and high- heeled Mary Janeâs. He was interested and yet something held him in his seat. He scanned the room. His eyes caught on another beautiful woman.
She was tall with short black hair. She tried to wear it pushed behind her ears but it didnât want to stay there. As she writhed on the dance floor it fell into her eyes. This gave her a mysterious quality that kept him watching. Clifton noticed that she was wearing an inappropriate outfit for the season. It was a short red dress with black beadwork. It was sleeveless and cut low. Clifton wouldnât have been surprised if one of her pale white breasts slipped out wile she was dancing. She wore red satin pumps that looked like they cost more than his monthly rent. She was beautiful however impractical she was.
The third woman that he saw seemed shy. He thought that she seemed very approachable. She was wearing black pants and a purple shirt. She was on the dance floor talking with another woman but she wasnât really dancing. She looked as if she was letting the air current in the room sway her back and forth. She possessed an ethereal quality. He watched her for as long as he could. When she started walking away from the dance floor he feared that she might be leaving. He ran down to the lower level and spotted her entering the ladies room. He waited for her nearby.
âHello,â he said when she came out of the bathroom.
âHi. Iâm Miriam,â she replied. She looked him over quickly and decided that he wasnât really worth her time but this was a new club and she didnât want to have to face him here often so she indulged his fancy for a while.
âWould you like to dance?â he asked almost unable to get the words out. He wasnât sure whether she was interested in him or not, but he that that the fact that she was still standing there was a positive sign.
âNo, not really. Iâve had my share of dancing for the evening,â she saw the hurt look on his face and decided to throw him a bone. She raised her glass and shook it to emphasize that it was empty.
âCan I buy you a drink?â
âCosmopolitan,â came her one word response. She watched him walk towards the bar. She sat at the nearest table and waited for his return. He came back with a cosmopolitan and an iced tea. She made minimal small talk with Clifton and as soon as she finished her drink she thanked him and added that she had to be at work early. For his benefit she added that she wouldnât mind seeing him again. Clifton understood that he was getting the brush off. He felt dejected.
Angela arrived at PIZAZZ around eleven. She made a quick scan around the room but her eyes didnât catch on anyone. She thought that maybe a good prospect would turn up within time. After all, it was only eleven oâclock. She noticed that there were more females than males in the room. She went to the bar and ordered a draft beer. She held the frosty glass in her hand and stared at the dance floor. She knew that she wouldnât find many men there, but it was directly in her sightline. She saw all types of women dancing. Some were dressed conservative and some were not. She circled the dance floor and discovered a cluster of men on the other side. She smiled in their direction and entered the dance floor. After a few moments the cluster disbanded and regrouped around Angela. She danced with each of them in turn and found one whom she wanted to share a drink with. He was on the short side but she liked his look.
His blonde hair was shaved short. His hairstyle reminded her of a marine. She liked that. His slate blue eyes reflected depth. Angela danced him towards the bar and ordered herself another beer. Parker followed suit and ordered a vodka on the rocks, with a twist. They sat in a nearby table that had recently been occupied by Clifton and Miriam, but they were long gone.
âWhat do you think of this new club?â asked Parker.
âIâm not sure yet. That all depends upon you,â replied Angela knowingly.
âUm, well, I think that it seems okay. The drinks are price average and the music is good. There seems to be a good mixed of guys and women. . . .â he wasnât sure what she was looking for.
âI think that my enjoyment of this club will depend greatly upon what happens between the two of us.â Parkerâs male instinct kicked in and he understood what Angela was hinting at.
Angela wondered of she was being too sexual with him. She had a tendency to come on a bit strong and she finally realized that it was one of the reasons why guys didnât see her as dateable. But Angela didnât know how else to be.
âLetâs dance!â Angela walked towards the dance floor knowing that he was right behind her. She maneuvered her way into the middle and started to move her hips with the thump, thump, thump, of the music. Parker danced close to her and Angela rubbed against him every so often. She loved to dance. Dancing was so erotic and yet so innocent. She let Parker wrap his arm around her waist and she pressed her body against his. After twenty minutes of grinding on each other they both needed a break. They went to the bar and got some bottled water.
While they were sitting down parker leaned in close to Angela and asked her how she was enjoying the club now.
