Gordo rested his head on the passenger window, pondering what the night might hold. Genuinely tired after all the running around that day, he hoped he would find a second wind. The car stopped out in front of the nightclub. He felt the pulse of the music vibrating slightly through the glass. He had been to enough nightclubs to know this was the soft edge of a wall of noise, fragrances and pheromones.
As a 50-something year old male though, the wait in the line outside might take a while. The bouncers usually found ways to admit attractive young women in groups first, followed by couples, then trendy mixed groups, and then groups of men. He was definitely in the 'admit when numbers are waning' category. Gordo was a long way from his prime these days, but he still looked good.
He texted Winny again and joined the back of the line. To his surprise, the girl who had worn the fluffy torn shorts came out from somewhere behind the bouncers and began scanning the line.
'Gordo?!' she called. She was still wearing the wonderful ass-hugging shorts, but had swapped her bikini top for a white camisole with lace trim. She also had a cherry-red leather jacket with heavy zips and aggressively-cut lapels. She looked even better in matching red high heels.
He thought he remembered her name and took a punt.
'Izzy?!'
She broadened her scan along the line and their eyes locked.
'Gordo!'
She seemed genuinely pleased to see him.
'We've been waiting for you in there for ages. Where have you been?!' She beamed at him.
Gordo stared into her enthusiastic expression and saw her smile continuing to broaden. He noticed how wide her pupils were. She was certainly in the moment.
Izzy quickly reached for Gordo across the line rope, and pulled at him, half-forcing and half encouraging him over it. He clambered over it and back onto the pavement.
'Winny's been telling us all about you!'
Izzy nuzzled into him. Her arm curled around inside his jacket and she started steering him towards the club main door. He felt her breast pressing into him and he instinctively returned the nuzzle.
She seemed to naturally fold into the groove between his hips and shoulders and they quickened their speed.
Izzy leaned up into his ear so he could hear over the noise.
'Get moving Grey Fox, keep up!'
He laughed.
In amongst his tiredness and the lingering effects of the afternoon's drinking, he was trying to piece together how they had become physically close so quickly in the scheme of things. Maybe he owed Winny a couple of drinks.
Izzy flashed the back of her hand to reveal her 'pass-out' stamp to the bouncer. Before he could react, she informed the bouncer 'He's with me', sailing past and through the door.
Gordo could never figure out how some people at night clubs could get away with stuff like that and others would get bounced. It excited him that he was being pursued by someone with that sort of charisma.
He figured that a pair of long shapely legs and a really sexy smile was the best kind of passport. The second best passport was to be holding onto somebody who looked like that.
Izzy wasted no time and led Gordo straight for the bar. She pulled him along and he followed in her slip-stream.
She was bubbly, turning around several times to eyeball him, smile and pull a little harder.
'Is it still your round Gordo?' she yelled, flashing another teasing smile and adjusting Gordo's line of vision to be squarely fixed on the bartender.
'Sure', he said, 'What are we into?'
'Sex on the beach', she smirked.
He could feel her arm pulling him in slightly more. He didn't quite know what he'd done to deserve this, but he resolved to ride this wave right to the shore tonight. He'd spent lots of time in this club in the past, for little more than a hangover and an empty wallet, so this wasn't going to be wasted.
Izzy's sexual confidence left Gordo constantly adjusting himself in between hugs.
The beat of the music suddenly changed. It was obviously a popular track, because a collective whoop of approval went up and everybody headed for the dance floor.
Gordo finished ordering and got the drinks.
Izzy was so keen to enjoy her favourite song she was onto him to finish it in one gulp.
'Come on Greyboy, show me you can drink and show me you can dance!' Her youthful exhuberance was infectious.
He downed his drink with purpose. He felt a surge of confidence and wrapped his arms around Izzy's waist from behind, resting his head on her shoulder and starting to sway to the music. She accepted this like slipping on a jacket. They moulded into one unit and eased their way towards the dance floor.
The approach was crowded and they had to wait to find gaps. Izzy kept leaning her head back to smile and shout about how much she liked the dance track, while pressing her ass back a little into his groin. He held his ground during those moments but didn't thrust.
As they were entering the dance floor, Gordo felt a pair of arms wrapping around his waist from behind and a body following his lead. He pulled back ever so slightly from Izzy so that he could get his head around far enough to see who it was. By doing this, he had actually edged his swelling groin closer to Izzy and he could feel her pushing back into it.
As he turned, the round sensual face of Daylee, the other girl from the bbq, was nearly upon him.
'Hey Silver Fox! You've come to play!'
As soon as Daylee could tell that his eyes were recognizing her, she planted a big kiss on the cheek.
'We just love a night out with the foxes. Winny loves you so much. You're her work crush.'
Gordo made a mental note to thank Winny when this was all over.
He felt like he'd had 30 years stripped off him from the moment he walked in.
The warmth of the last drink was resoftening his edges and he leaned further into Daylee:
'Let's hope you can keep up with me.'
It was a playful boast, but he felt exhilarated as the three of them edged onto the dancefloor and found a bit of space.
