A roaring sound filled the dark Atlanta streets. A red blur was all some night walkers and a homeless person saw when they turned to the sound. It is Friday night and the clubs are open and ready to receive patrons. Some of the more upper scale clubs have valet parking. One such club called the Rocket was one of the hot spots of the Atlanta night life. The roaring of an engine grew louder as a fire red Ford Mustang approached the valet entrance to the club. This Mustang glided to a graceful stop. The engine rumbled as if upset to not be racing the dark night streets. The valets on duty had never seen this model Mustang. It was sleek and shapely like a supermodel strolling down the runway. All the windows were completely black from the outside. Each of the valets strained to see into the car but no figure could be seen. There was a hiss sound that startled the closest valet to the car. He had moved to the driver side door and was looking for a non-existent door handle.
When the hissing grew louder and then there was a click and the door to the Mustang opened up as if it were a bird spreading one of its wings to check a feather. What the valet saw sitting in the driver's seat would haunt his wet dreams for many nights. A woman with deep red hair and lightly tanned white skin looked him in the eyes returning his stare. Her lips were full and juicy as if they were cherries wanting to be bitten and sucked. She had a red leather bustier on that seemed to just cover where her nipples should be. The tops of her breasts showed no tan lines, thick and healthy they begged to be sucked and worshiped for all the glory they look to promise. This red headed goddess looked at the valet and extended her hand to him and he took it. She slide out of the car and was standing before him tall and voluptuous. She stood on 6 inch heals which caused her legs to seem to go on forever. Her hips and thighs were covered in a red leather skirt that came just above her knees. She handed the keys to the valet and told him to take special care of her baby. She then strolled into the club, leaving the valet standing there with slightly wet underwear. When she walked into the club heads turned to get an eye full of beauty made live. She scanned the crowd in the bar it was packed with all kinds of people. She saw him close to the bar talking to some less than attractive women. She moved toward him as a lion moves to track its prey. When she got close to the man he noticed her and smiled at the site before him.
"Damn, you is one fine woman," he said as he ignored the two other women that were staring also at the newcomer.
"My name is Rose, "she said. "I believe you and I need to get together tonight," she spoke to him in such a seductive way that the bulge in his pants was noticed by the other two women which were fast losing interest in this situation. Rose looked the two women over and said, "Thanks, for keeping him company. You can go now." The two women looked at each other and walked toward the dance floor. "Now, how about a drink?" she said to him. He waved for the bartender and she asked him for a Flaming Samurai. The bartender handed her the drink. She blew out the flame on top and drank it down half way. She turned to the man and kissed him on the lips. She sat back and licked her lips. The man tasted the beverage on his lips and smiled at Rose.
