She knew what they were up to. She'd seen them watching her from across the room. They were in the booth furthest away from where she was seated at the bar. She had noticed the girl first, a young woman with short blond curls, very attractive. Next to the girl was a guy, somewhere in his mid twenties or so, with brown hair nearly shaved to his scalp. They were obviously together; they kept touching each other in that familiar way that couples have. So she just sat at the bar and sipped her apple martini, waiting for them to make the first move.
Soon enough, after she lit a cigarette, the blonde started to make her way over. She watched appreciatively from the corner of her eye as the girl sauntered towards her. She had a cigarette of her own clasped between her fingers. She came to a stop only a couple of feet away. "Excuse me," the blonde girl said, her voice soft but confident, "could I get a light?"
She turned to face the girl. Now that she was free to look without trying to hide it, she could check the girl out. She was young, probably just old enough to be in the bar, and very pretty. Her face was framed by the tight ringlets of her hair. Light freckles played across her nose and onto both cheeks. She wore a tight leather skirt that accentuated her curvy hips and ended well above her knees. Her legs were covered in sheer black hose that ran down into the tops of her calf high, leather high-heeled boots. She wore a clinging white sweater that molded tight against her impressive breasts. The girl smiled and placed the cigarette to her lips and leaned forward.
Funny, she thought, she'd been watching the girl's boyfriend light her cigarettes for the past hour, now she needed to come over here for a light. If she had had any doubts about what they were up to, this put them to rest. She smiled back and raised her lighter and lit the girl's cigarette for her. "Thank you," the girl said and exhaled the smoke contentedly. She gestured toward the next stool. "Mind if I have a seat?"
"Not at all."
The girl pulled the stool a bit closer to her and then took a seat, crossing her long legs. "I'm waiting for some one," she explained. "He should be here soon, though."
"Your boyfriend?" she asked, playing along.
The girl took another drag from her cigarette and nodded. "What about you? Are you here with anyone?"
The question was a bit anxious, but she pretended not to notice. "No," she answered, "I'm here alone."
The blonde girl smiled again, a very lovely smile, and extended her hand. "My name's Kelly."
She took the young girl's soft hand in hers and smiled back. "I'm Natasha," she said. "Nice to meet you, Kelly." She sipped the last of her drink and then nodded toward the girl. "Can I get you a drink?"
"I'd love one," Kelly said and reached into her small black purse, "but let me. Like I said, my boyfriend will be here soon and he won't let me pay for anything."
"Okay," Natasha answered. "I'll take another apple martini."
"That sounds good," Kelly said and waved to the bartender. "I think I'll have one of those, too."
She ordered the drinks and the two of them sat for a while drinking and chatting. Natasha found Kelly pleasant, although a bit immature, and decided she would probably let the young couple's plan play out. As long as the boyfriend was equally pleasant.
As if on cue, he came up to the bar next to Kelly and placed a hand on her shoulder. The girl turned and smiled at him and gave him a quick kiss. "I was wondering when you would show up," she said.
"Yeah, sorry," he responded. His eyes went over her shoulder to look at Natasha as he spoke. "I got held up."
Seeing him up close, Natasha was impressed. He was just as attractive as his girlfriend. She could tell through his clothes that he was well built, but not overly muscular. He had friendly brown eyes beneath his close cut hair, and a warm smile that had just enough mischief in it. His clothes were nice, but not flashy; he looked good without seeming like he was trying to look good. She took another sip from her martini to hide the satisfied smile she wore. She was definitely interested in seeing things play out.
Kelly turned back to her. "It's okay," she said. "Natasha here has been keeping me company. Natasha this is my boyfriend, Mike."
He extended his hand and she took it. He had a firm grip, but not too strong. "Nice to meet you, Natasha."
She let her hand linger in his a moment longer than it should have. "Likewise," she said, her voice just above a whisper.
Mike bought them another round of martinis and ordered himself a vodka on the rocks. They continued their conversation for a while, until being interrupted by a guy who wanted to by Natasha a drink. He was probably the only other guy in the bar that she found attractive and normally she would have taken the drink, but the possibilities presented by Kelly and Mike seemed much more interesting. She turned him down and he headed away.
"Not your type?" Kelly asked. When Natasha shrugged in response, she went on. "Well, he seems like one of the only good looking guys in this place....and you are here alone..."
"You better watch it, Mike," Natasha said with a laugh. "It seems like your girlfriend is checking out other guys."
It was Mike's turn to shrug. "When isn't she?"
Kelly's mouth opened in shock and she smacked him in the arm. "Jerk," she said, but she was laughing, too. She turned back to Natasha. "It's not a problem. I know he checks out other girls, too. We have a very open relationship."
Natasha tried to act surprised. This was it...they were about to make their move. "Really?" she said. "You don't get jealous of each other?"
"No...jealousy is stupid, I think," Kelly said. "What's the harm in looking at someone you find attractive? I bet Mike has been checking you out since he got here."
"Kelly!" Mike said in shocked tones.
"What? You haven't?" the blonde responded. "Well, why not? Look at her...she's gorgeous."
Mike turned to Natasha. "I'm sorry," he said. "I think the martinis are getting to her."
Natasha had been silent through the whole exchange. It was funny...she couldn't tell which parts of it were staged beforehand and which they made up as they went along. Mike's shock had seemed genuine. She reached up and placed a hand on his forearm. "It's not a problem." She gave a gentle squeeze, feeling the muscles of his arm before letting go. "I don't mind being called gorgeous."
"Well," Mike said hesitantly, "you are. Hope I'm not embarrassing you by saying so."
Kelly laughed loudly in triumph. "See?" she said. "I told you he was checking you out. Not that I blame him." Her pale blue eyes locked onto Natasha's.
Natasha laughed, feigning apprehension. She wanted to seem unsure about where the conversation was going. She stood up from the stool. "Excuse me a minute," she said. "I have to use the ladies' room."
"Do you want me to go with you?" Kelly asked a bit nervously. The girl was nervous that they had scared her off.
She waved the girl back onto her stool. "No, it's alright," she said. "I'll be right back."
She made her way to the back of the bar. The crowd was beginning to thin out, so there was no line. She went into the bathroom and went over to the mirror. She was impressed by what she saw. Despite her age of thirty-three, she knew she was gorgeous...she didn't need to hear it from them. Most girls were very self conscious about their looks, each of them having something they wanted to change about themselves. Not Natasha, she wouldn't change a thing. Her shoulder length red hair had just the right amount of wave to it, not straight, not curly. Her eyes were a light green flecked with gold. She wore thick rimmed glasses to give her a sophisticated look. Her complexion was smooth unlike most people with red hair. The button down white blouse that she wore showed just enough of her ample cleavage to get attention. Her hips were in perfect proportion to her body, curvy but not too wide to make her look fat. The cheeks of her ass were round yet firm. Let other girls worry about their looks. She was near perfect. She smiled into the mirror and freshened her makeup. She was going to show these two what they had gotten themselves into.
Making her way back to the bar, she didn't take a seat. She took a cigarette and then tossed the pack into her purse. She lit the cigarette and put the lighter away, too. She exhaled the smoke at the young couple. "Well, it's been nice to meet you, but I think I have to get going."
Kelly looked sad. "Oh, don't go," she said, nearly whining. "I was just teasing you...I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." The blonde placed a hand on her upper arm and ran it up and down reassuringly. "Please don't go."
Natasha smiled at her and shook her head. "It's not that," she explained. "I just feel like going home and relaxing."
Kelly would not be discouraged. "Well, we were going to leave soon, too," she said, contradicting her desire for Natasha to stay. "Why don't you come with us and hang out?"
"There's an idea," Mike added with a grin.
Of course the couple wanted to get her to their place, but if she wanted to enjoy the night to its fullest, then she wanted them at hers. "Well," she said, "my place is only a few blocks from here. We could go there. If you want."
