Everyone has their secrets. Here's one of mine:
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My relationship with my boyfriend started as a one-night stand, and soon we both fell hard for each other. Within 2 years we were living together, and 6 years later all I would think about was leaving. No relationship is perfect, but mine soon became full of deception and verbal abuse, lack of conversation...and, ultimately, lack of intimacy. I craved a diversion.
When he left to visit family (or so he said) in the Dominican Republic, I decided to take advantage of his absence and try to have some fun. I was only 28 at the time with no children.
It was a hot and humid day in early July. I just got to work but I couldn't wait to leave. The shift seemed to last forever. I worked the PM shift at a hotel in Manhattan at the time. The schedule was 3 to 11. Time flew when it was busy, but today was a quiet day. Not too many people coming or going.
My coworkers were my saving grace. Around 10 they started talking about going out and grabbing some drinks after work at a lounge in the Bronx. It didn't matter that it was a Wednesday. There's always somewhere to go to drink and dance. At first I was skeptical, but they talked me into it.
At 11:15 I was in the locker room checking my reflection in the huge mirror that was never properly cleaned. At least I could still see myself past all the handprints and various smudges. 5'8, very curvy with most of my weight in my hips thighs and ass. I lost 20lbs recently so my tummy was flat and my breasts were small but I was ok with that. My most noticeable feature was my face. People always told me that my face reminded them of either Angelina Jolie or Charlize Theron...I don't think they look alike, at all. Long black hair, big blue eyes, a small nose, full pretty lips. I was great with makeup, too.
Turning around to check out my big butt, I realized that the high waist leggings that I wore today were a bit see-through and showed the tattoo on my butt cheek. "Oh well..." I wear a uniform at work, so I dressed mainly for comfort today, not planning on going anywhere besides work and home. So here I was in a tight white t-shirt, high waist black leggings, and black strappy sandals; a simple outfit that managed to accentuate my small waist and wide hips. I let my long hair down and put on some lipgloss.
"Did you bring anything to change into?" asked my coworker Jenny. She was a petite pretty thing with caramel skin and long blonde hair. Jenny was wearing a white clingy mini dress. I guess she planned this earlier.
"No, If I go with you guys I have to go like this".
"Girl, you look sexy anyway. I'll wear flats if that makes you feel better".
We spent a few more minutes in front of the mirror and then met up with the guys. I had no romantic interest in none of them but the 3 of them were fun to be around and always had me laughing.
It was 1am when we pulled up in front of the lounge. I drove with Jenny, and the guys were in a separate car. After a frustrating 20 minutes looking for parking I was dying for a Long Island.
Walking up to the main entrance of the lounge, I couldn't help but notice a bunch of motorcycles outside to the right of the building.
"Ooo...biker boysss" whispered Jenny grabbing my arm. I laughed.
As soon as we walked inside, the guys picked a table and ordered two bottles and a hookah. I wasn't in the mood for vodka and cranberry so I ordered myself a Long Island iced tea and got lost in the bachata music blasting from the speakers.
Mike, one of my coworkers, stood up and pulled me to dance with him. As he spun me around, I noticed the group of guys in the right corner of the room. They occupied at least 5 tables and all of them were bikers. All of them young, in their 20's & 30's...Latino (mostly Dominican and Puerto Rican I thought)...and HOTTTTTT. Tall, dark, tattooed...wearing jeans, white tanks or t-shirts and navy vests with the name of their motorcycle crew on them. Some were looking in our direction. MY direction. Suddenly I felt a little self-conscious with all these eyes on me.
"Mike, I'm gonna go for a smoke. Be right back." I told him and grabbed my purse from the table. Jenny and the other two were busy taking turns with the hookah and downing shots.
I tried not to look in the direction of the bikers as I walked past them to go outside.
The cooler night air felt amazing on my heated skin. That drink was strong. Especially on an empty stomach. I wasn't surprised that I was already feeling a bit buzzed. I never sip my drinks...I gulp them down right away.
I took long pulls of my cigarette enjoying the moment.
"So which one is your boyfriend, beautiful?" a deep voice startled me. I turned to my left and saw one of the biker guys walking over to me grinning. He was tall, very tall...maybe 6'4 with muscular arms covered with tattoos. His eyes were dark and the way his eyebrows were shaped made him look angry but his lips were full and turned up in a smirk.
"What?" I answered.
"The guys you're with...which one is your man?" he repeated, grabbing my hand helping himself to the lighter that I was holding. His action shocked me and I took a step away from him. He handed back the lighter after lighting his cigarette.
"You're welcome..." I said, annoyed. "And they are just my friends. We work together"
