The sky to the east was just showing the first sign of sunrise with the promise of another fine day as I pulled up outside the club. A few people were leaving, mostly couples on their way home, some looking around in the vain hope that they could find a taxi.
I fiddled with the dial on the radio looking for a station with some decent music, but all I could find was a three note female pop singer lamenting about lost love, so I turned off the radio and sat casually drumming my fingers on the steering wheel and waited for them to appear.
I watched them as they came out, looking around for the car, blinking under the bright lights, their eyes still accustomed to the dim light inside.
After about a minute they saw the car and crossed the street towards me. I walked around the car to open the door, watching her as she walked towards me, her stiletto heels clicking like billiard balls on the road.
She was wearing a low cut cream see through chiffon blouse that buttoned down the front with a cream bra beneath, and a tight black miniskirt that showed plenty of her bare tanned legs. Her blonde curls, just short of her shoulders bounced as she walked, showing her elegant neck.
She wasn't drunk, but she obviously had been drinking, for she stumbled slightly, instinctively clutching the arm of her friend, who curled his arm around her waist steadying her, causing her skirt to ride up slightly, exposing more of her shapely thighs, giving me a glimpse of what I would see so much more of later.
Her companion got into the car first, he looked stylish in a beige linen suit, the top button of his shirt undone and his tie loosened, seemingly unaffected by what must have been a night of music, drinking and dancing, if the reputation of the club was to be believed.
He looked middle eastern, with dark brooding eyes, quite a few years older than her but quite handsome nonetheless. He had that air of self confidence that comes with a man accustomed to wealth, the top of the line brand new Mercedes, being a good indication of his wealth.
I was somewhat curious about this couple, at first I thought why is this man who is obviously accustomed and comfortable with wealth with a woman who makes her living as a barmaid? He certainly isn't typical of the clientele who frequent her place of employment, but the more I gave thought to it she has a way of carrying herself and dressing that gives her an air of elegance and class that a man like this would be comfortable with, and perhaps be prepared to pay handsomely for?
I caught a whiff of her alluring perfume as she climbed into the car, she smiled at me as her breast brushed my arm as I held open the door. She sat on the edge of the seat and removed her shoes with a sigh of relief saying "dancing is great fun but my feet have had enough" and with that she swiveled her lovely backside in and I closed the door
We exchanged a few pleasantries as we drove away but nothing very much. He didn't say much and after a while we lapsed into silence and I turned off the radio and focused on my driving, casually pondering what I would do in the day ahead.
I knew her casually. She worked in a pub I frequented sometimes. She was friendly and outgoing and always came over and chatted with me. We had a couple of things in common, we both had family living in Australia and she had a son who was in the royal navy as I once was.
I liked to look at her, there was always something sexy about her, the subtle muscle definition on her bare biceps, a see through top, a tight jumper, stiletto heels, her flat tummy, unusual in a woman who had had three children.
Having said that I had the impression that she dressed that way just for the clients in the pub who were mostly men, for as I have already said she had elegance and class above her station.
Although I found her very attractive I had never asked her out. Once when leaving the pub late one night I saw her get into a car and embrace the driver in a way that certainly wasn't sisterly, and I had assumed that she was in a relationship with him, but the man she was with now certainly wasn't him.
They had been chatting one night and she mentioned that she had a date the following night, she was going to an all night club with a friend and the person who usually drove them home was busy and couldn't make it. It was sometimes difficult to get a taxi in the early hours of the morning and would I mind driving them? I knew I wasn't doing anything the next evening so straight away I accepted and was there waiting for them in her friend's Mercedes.