The night started out innocent enough. Some girlfriends and I occasionally has a "girls night out" away from our husbands. Usually we just have drinks and go to dinner. I dressed in my black slacks and charcoal grey sweater with a black blouse underneath. My husband was out of town on business and my son was spending the night at a friends house. So I knew I would not be in a hurry to get back home. Maybe inside I wanted something to happen as I took more time getting ready. I am in fairly good shape. I only gained 5 lbs during 15 years of marriage and having one child.
My friend Olivia picked me up we drove to the Ghost Bar lounge (I live in Las Vegas). We don't normally go to such places, but friends got us passes, and I really wanted to check it out. I have lived in Vegas most of my life and never been to the Palms Hotel or its famous lounge. I was looking forward to it. Since I was driving I new I could break out of my conservative persona and have some drinks.
The night was a typical girls night out. We dranks, told story and some of the girls even got up on the dance floor. I just stayed at the table and sipped my wine. Olivia on the other hand was letting it go, she was having a great time on the dance floor and flirting with the guys. As it got late the girls started heading home. I couldn't find Olivia.....she was dancing several dances with a certain guy but haven't seen her for awhile. I waited by myself for a few minutes and it wasn't until I checked my phone I saw Olivia's text. She said he met some one and hoped I can find another ride with one of the other girls. Just my luck the other girls already left. Oh well, might as well take a cab.
I was heading for the elevator to exit when I heard a voice, "Mary....is that you?" Startled I turn around and saw a recognizable face.
"Charles, is that you?". Charles was a former student of mine back about seven years. He was an athletic african american about 6'1 220 pounds...and there wasn't an ounce of fat on him. I was stunned to see him. He got up and gave mea hug.
"Surprised to see you here" he said.
"Well I was just leaving...my friends and I just come out for a few drinks" I said.
He insisted on buying me a drink. Since my ride already left, and I knew my husband was out of town...what the heck...sure I decided to have a drink. He told me about what he was doing. He just graduated from San Diego St. and was getting into athletic training. The whole time we were chatting I was thinking what a good looking guy he turned out to be. He was always a good looking kid who would always make you laugh. But he matured into a real physical specimen.
Pretty soon the drinks stopped being wine and he began buying me tequila shots. Not a good idea since I really don't drink a lot anymore. In my college days I could hold my liquor but was years ago. I should have declined, but the initial drinks took away my good judgment.
After a few shots he asked me to dance. I couldn't...haven't danced in years..but he insisted...and dragged me onto the floor. I felt so uncomfortable, the type of dance styles was definitely different from my college days. He laughed at my moves...
"Let me show you", he put his hands on my hips and moved them closer to his pelvis. He began to grind into me.....I was shocked at the way he danced..it was like he was having sex with me. However I soon followed his steps and was even more shocked as I grinded into him. The music..the drinks...my head was spinning. I was having fun.....could not believe I was letting myself go. Normally I am so conservative, but not tonight.
After awhile we went back to our seats. I needed some water and a rest. We chatted some more and he would always make me laugh. Then out of the blue he said, "do you want to go to my room?"
I was stunned...I stared up at him...shocked...afraid...he knew my husband....he was my former student......I can't believe what I just heard.
Then he started laughing..."just fucking with ya." as he laughed.