Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27770 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 27770 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 139(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 93(@300wpm)
“Where’s this place at?” I ask, grabbing my cell off the desk and slipping it into my coat pocket.
Felix grins as if there’s something he knows that I don’t. “It’s here, downtown,” he says. “There’ll be free drinks and we have a VIP area.”
That surprises me. “Oh, wow. Red carpet treatment, huh?”
Felix laughs. “Yeah, something like that.”
There’s a hint of mischievousness to his tone which solidifies my previous thought. I’m starting to wonder what I’ve gotten myself into. Nevertheless, I’m curious to see what the night entails.
We meet up with the others in the lobby and head out. Felix introduced me to all five of the guys, but by the time we leave the building I’ve already forgotten their names. When we start walking, I don’t say anything, assuming the bar is nearby. I’m not sure if the others drive to work. Luckily, I don’t have to because my hotel isn’t far from the office.
As we’re walking, Felix and the others joke around, reminding me of the camaraderie I have with the guys I work with back in Texas. It makes me wish some of them had come on this trip. We could’ve had a great time.
A few minutes later we arrive at a black, non-descript building with purple neon lighting spelling out the club’s name: Society X. The parking lot is packed.
“What kind of bar is this?” I ask Felix.
“It’s a club.”
It doesn’t look like a normal club.
“Sports?” I question.
Clayton and the other guys look at each other and laugh. “Sure,” Felix replies, slapping me on the shoulder as we reach the entrance.
As soon as the door opens and I hear the loud thumping music, I already know I’m not made for this crowd. On one of my failed dates we went clubbing. It was more like gyrating with a dozen other people, considering how many bodies there were on the dance floor. And you can’t really talk to your date over loud music.
I’m the second to last to enter. As soon as I do, I stumble over something. My feet? The carpet? I’m not sure because my eyes are zeroed in on the women on stage, who are doing more than shaking it to music.
“Uh . . .”
I’m fairly sure my mouth has dropped to the floor. My tongue is dry, and I can’t seem to swallow.
“This way.” The guy behind me pushes me forward to follow the others. I do so, keeping my head down. We go into a private room, and I feel relieved. It’s quieter, and there are three women in here who are fully clothed, unlike the ones I saw on the stage when I walked into the club.
Felix elbows me in the side and chuckles. “You okay? You look like you just saw tits for the first time.”
I did, at least in person.
I clear my throat. “Yeah, I’m good. That really isn’t my scene.”
He snorts. “Oh yeah, your wife probably has issues with it. Mine does.”
“Then why do you come here?” I ask him.
He motions toward two of the women who have now undressed and are touching each other. “Because of that.”
My eyes widen at the sight. “Oh” is the only word I can say in return.
“Yeah,” he says with a sigh. “We can look but we can’t touch unless they touch us first.”
“You touch other women?”
He shrugs and doesn’t say anything.
When the last woman who still has some semblance of clothes on approaches me, I feel myself tense. She’s attractive, with long red hair and fair skin.
“Can I get you something?” When I don’t reply, she leans in and laughs seductively in my ear. “To drink?”
I clear my throat. “Can you direct me to the bathroom?”
Her green eyes sparkle as she nods and takes my hand, inciting a round of cheers from my coworkers. Once we’ve walked out of the private room, she points down the hallway. “Right down there to the left.”
“Thanks.”
I wait for her to go back into the room before I seek out an exit sign to make my hasty retreat. When I round the corner, I see the bar. The bartender is wearing a cute tuxedo outfit which covers more of her body compared to what the others are wearing. Then, she looks at me and I’m struck with a set of crystal blue eyes I remember all too well. Her long chocolate-colored hair is still the same, only longer than when we were in high school. One thing was for certain . . . she was beautiful then, and she’s beautiful now.
My heartbeat doubles in my chest when we make eye contact. She stares for a moment, undoubtedly trying to remember where she knows me from. I approach slowly.
“Can I sit here?” I ask, nodding at one of the only empty seats at the bar.
She flourishes a hand at the stool. “Yeah, what can I get you?”