Sandy and I played "The Pick-up Game" on different weekends of every other month. We found a night club on the other side of the county from where we lived. There was a nice, clean hotel next door to the club. We would get a room for the night on weekends we were going to play the game. Sandy would be so excited from the male attention on those nights that she didn't want to wait the twenty to twenty five minutes it would take to drive home. That suited me because I would be so aroused from watching Sandy flirting, dancing, and being felt up by other men that I didn't want to have to wait either.
Sandy and I would go to the club on date nights just for us, also. We got to know the regular bar tenders, waitresses, and bouncers on a first name basis. The first time we played "The Game" at the club, a waitress named Beth came and asked me if everything was alright between Sandy and me. I explained what the deal was and Beth cautioned me that it could back fire on us one day. I didn't know how prophetic her words would be.
Sandy and I had been playing "The Game" for a year now. The warning that Beth had given me early in our pursuit of "The Game" was forgotten. It would come back to the forefront of my mind fairly quickly on that particular Saturday night.
We had some rules for "The Game". No going to a table with a man. No kissing on the lips. No removal of any clothing, visible or invisible. No argument when I decided it had gone too far. We went to the restroom at the same time so Sandy was in my sight at all times outside of the restroom. We left together, just the two of us. The fucking like animals after was an unspoken rule.
Sandy was dressed in her sexiest outfit, a new red dress with a form fitting upper portion that accentuated her beautiful 40DD breasts. The hem fell at just above the knees. She had on little black open toed, spaghetti strapped shoes with three inch heels. Her brown hair was cut to frame her round but beautiful face. Her green eyes had that sparkle they got when she was happy and/or excited. She had applied just a touch of color to her cheeks. Her lips wore the muted red shade that she preferred and she was beautiful.
I went into the club first to get into position. Sandy followed five minutes later and went straight to the bar. Jim, one of the regular bar tenders, had her virgin daiquiri waiting on her when she got to the bar. It only took five or six minutes before the first guy approached Sandy at the bar. Bill was a regular customer at the club. He was about 6'1" tall, brown haired, in fair physical shape. He had been at the club every time Sandy and I had been. I think he knew that Sandy and I were playing some kind of game. He had seen us together in the club on numerous occasions. After approaching Sandy one time when we were together and finding out real quick that that was a no-no, he had to have figured something was going on. Sandy had flirted and danced with him in the past. He was none too happy when I swooped in and whisked Sandy away the one time she had spent most of the evening cavorting with him on the dance floor. Sandy was polite to him this night, but he got the message fairly quickly that nothing was going to happen between him and Sandy tonight.
I was a bit surprised when after Bill had been turned away, two men approached Sandy. One was blonde, 6'3 or 4" tall, muscular physique under a blue three buttoned polo shirt, and black or navy blue dress slacks. The other one was 6', with black hair, the same muscular build; wearing a yellow button down shirt with the top three buttons undone. They sauntered up to Sandy, one on either side. I should have gone to her then, but we had only been there thirty to forty five minutes and didn't want to spoil Sandy's fun.
The men and Sandy started talking and laughing together after the first five awkward minutes. Sandy would turn her head to talk and smile at one or the other. Everything seemed to be under control so I relaxed. It was when Jim brought Sandy a fresh daiquiri that the trouble started. Blondie got Sandy to turn her stool toward him. I watched as Blackie poured something into her drink. At that moment I went to find Tony.
Tony was the main bouncer for the club, 6'6" tall, at least 300 hundred pounds of pure muscle, Tony was the scariest looking man I had ever met. He was also the sweetest, funniest man I had ever met. That side only came out after someone took the time to get to know him.
"Tony, Sandy's in trouble at the bar!" I exclaimed to him when I found him. "Two guys are hitting on her and I saw one of them spike her drink! I'm no match for either of them! Will you help me?"
