Unlike most people, I didn't spend most of my Saturday nights in bars and clubs. As a man who considered himself very introverted, those weren't my favorite places to be. Instead, if I didn't have a date, I usually spent that time at home.
This particular Saturday night, I just so happened to be inside of a coffee shop downtown. I worked on my computer for most of the night while sipping some green tea and listening to music through my headphones. There weren't many people inside the café, so it was quiet aside from the baristas steaming the occasional beverage.
While I worked, I couldn't help but shake the feeling that someone was watching me. At first, I tried to ignore it, but I could tell whomever stared at me was still doing it. I looked away from my computer and scanned the room, focusing on a table to my right, where a couple sat.
The man was dressed in a T-shirt and slacks. He was a clean-cut sort of gentleman, not someone who would stand out in a crowd.
The woman was the exact opposite, however. Her hair was dyed velvet red, and she wore a tight black top which stopped just short of her breasts, which were large and perky—much more than the average woman. She sat cross-legged, a pair of denim shorts exposing much of her toned legs and thighs. Furthermore, she wore extremely tall black high heel ankle boots.
She whispered in the man's ear, not taking her eyes off me. The man also eyed me, then whispered back. I averted my gaze and went back to my computer, a little unnerved by the two of them staring at and discussing me, but I did find myself glancing in their direction again, curious.
Did either of them know me? I couldn't remember if I'd ever seen them, and I'd definitely remember a woman like that.
The woman in question said something else to the man, then walked to the bathroom. Once she left, the man also stood up, then walked over to my table. I took my headphones off once he rose his hand to get my attention.
"Hey, how are you tonight?" he asked.
"I'm fine, sir. How are you?" I looked at him curiously.
"Ah, there's no need to call me 'sir.' I'm not that old. Just 'Larry' is fine. What's your name, if you don't mind me asking?"
I sat up. "My name's Martin."
"What are you working on, Martin? If you don't mind me asking, that is."
"Just a story."
"You're a writer, huh?" I told him I was. "That's interesting. Do you need a refill? I'll get you some more of whatever you're drinking."
I started to say that wasn't necessary, but he took my cup and read it, then went to the counter and paid for another green tea, then quickly brought the cup to me. Awkwardly, I took it, then set it down, waiting for it to cool. I could tell he wanted to speak further, so I invited him to sit.
He took the seat across from me. "So, do you have any plans tonight, Martin?"
"Nah, not really." I shrugged. "I was just going to work on this story and then head home and turn in."
Larry looked at me, genuinely surprised. "What? You seem like a young man. I'm surprised you aren't out partying. Are you sure you're just going to go home? The night is young And the weather's great tonight! You should go out and have a good time tonight."
I told Larry that I go out sometimes, but that wasn't good enough for him. He insisted I do something tonight.
"How about you hang out with my wife and me? We're about to head to one of the bars downtown. Since you don't have anything to do, why not come with us? Oh, speaking of my wife ..."
As he said that, I heard the familiar clicking of heels on the floor. Larry and I both turned to the direction the sound came from, and sure enough, the buxom, curvaceous redhead strutted over to where we sat. She put her arm around the man and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"Who's your friend, honey?" The woman asked while looking at me. Her voice was an erotic, low purr which immediately got my attention. Even better that such a sound was coming from thick, full lips were. I looked at this woman in utter amazement.
"This is Martin. Martin, this is my wife, Sylvia. Sylvia, Martin."
"Pleased to meet you, Monsieur Martin," she said, coming over to me and giving me a kiss on both cheeks, then going over and sitting next to her husband.
"Likewise." I was surprised that she was so forward.
"She's French," Larry said. "It's a little more normal to kiss friends when you see them."
"Friends?" I was surprised they would consider me a friend even though I just met them.
"You don't want to be my friend, Martin?" Sylvia asked, her voice low, but resonant.
"Well, yeah. I guess I do."
"Great," Larry said. "Sweetie, Martin doesn't have any plans tonight, so I invited him to spend some time with us. I'm sure that's OK with you?"
She smirked. "Why, yes. That's perfect. I'm sure you'll have a great time, Martin."
Sylvia winked after saying that, and even Larry grinned as well. Just where were they about to take me? Nervous, I asked what their plans were.
"We're going to a gentlemen's club a little ways away," he said. "There are a few around here, but the one we're going to has the sexiest women around. Trust us on that one. Martin, you seem like the sort of man who enjoys being around beautiful women, am I right?"
I said he was correct. I don't know too many men who would say no. Still, two strangers randomly chatting me up and inviting me to go to a gentleman's club with them was surprising. They said they were about to leave and offered me a ride there, but I told them I wanted to drop my computer off at my apartment first. Once I did that, I'd just meet them there.
"How about we give you a ride to your apartment as well?" Sylvia offered. "That would be faster."
"Great idea, sweetie." Larry put his arm around his wife. "We'll take you to your apartment, you can drop off your computer, then we can head to the gentleman's club. How about it?"
"All right," I said, still a little suspicious. I wasn't too sure of their angle, but I decided to take them up on their offer. I saved the work I did, then shut the computer down and told them I was ready. Larry and Sylvia stood up, then the man held the door for his wife and myself, then I followed the two of them to their car, a luxury vehicle parked half a block away from the shop.
