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)
The woman is none other than Scotlyn Hill, the one girl I dated for no longer than a week back in high school. A day hasn’t gone by that I haven’t thought about her. She sets down a black and metallic purple coaster that matches everything else in the club.
I stare right into her eyes. “Do you remember me?”
Scotlyn takes a step back and looks me over. A small smile creeps over her lips, and she laughs as the realization hits her. She nods and then rushes around the bar. We hug and as she presses her body to mine, I don’t want to let her go.
“Brent Danson. What are you doing here?”
She squeezes me hard then lets go. “I’m on a business trip,” I say as I breathe in her perfume. “What are you doing working in a place”I look around, waving my hand in the air“like this?”
She motions for me to follow her to the end of the bar. “Sit here,” she says. “I can talk to you more down here and it’s a bit quieter.” She puts another coaster down. “What are you drinking?”
“Rum and coke.”
She nods and turns around, giving me a great view of her ass which is wrapped tightly in booty shorts. The stirring in my pants gets my attention. This has never been my problem. I’m ready for action, but no one understands the whole I want to wait a bit mindset. It’s an antiquated notion, but I’ve gone this long . . . oh who am I kidding. If I’m lucky enough to make it to the third date it’s me chickening out because I don’t know what the hell I’m doing. No one has ever been interested in me, unless it’s to fix their computer or show them how to get a cracked version of an expensive game or software they want.
Scotlyn sets my drink in front of me. I fish out my credit card, but she shakes her head.
“On the house.”
I put my card back in my wallet. “Thanks.”
Before I can talk to her more, she heads to the other end of the bar and takes care of some other patrons. I keep my eyes straight ahead, avoiding the strippers in case they approach me. I’ll be honest, they scare me.
Not to mention that the one time I glance over my shoulder, I spot a guy in a banana hammock grinding on a woman.
“Holy shit.” I turn back and bring my glass to my lips. Laughter sounds and I glance up to see Scotlyn standing there.
“I’m going out on a limb here, Brent. Ever been to a sex club before?”
I choke on my drink. “Excuse me? Sex club?”
She laughs again, a full-on, throw-her-head-back laugh. “What did you think this place was?”
Now I feel like an idiot. “My friends said it was a club,” I admit.
She snorts and points toward the hallway I came from. “You didn’t see all the vag and tits when you walked in?”
I ran a hand over my face. “I did, in the private room, but I bailed.”
“Are you still the same shy Brent from high school?”
As much as I want to say no, I don’t. I take a sip of my drink instead. She stays there, watching me. “I’m not as shy,” I finally say.
“Do you remember the night our youth group went bowling,” she says, patting my hand playfully, “and I tried to get you to feel me up?”
If I had a mouthful, I would’ve spit it across the bar.
Scotlyn laughs, her eyes twinkling with humor. “Yeah, you’re still my shy Brent.” She leans toward me, showing me her ample cleavage. “How did you end up in my club?”
“Honestly, as I was leaving I saw you, and thought there is no way sweet Scotlyn Hill is working in a place like this. How’d you end up here?”
She rights herself and starts wiping the bar down. “Long story, but I bought a bus ticket to nowhere and ended up here. Answered an ad on the noticeboard at my hostel and got the job. During the day, I work for one of the owners.”
“Doing what?”
Her eyes sparkle again. “Office work.”
Thank God.
As much as I want to know whether she’s a performer or not, I can’t bring myself to ask. I continue to sip on my drink and wait for her to come back after dealing with other customers. Each time she returns, she has a smile on her face.
“Can I get you something to eat?” she offers.
Eat? She means food, right? I can just imagine saying yes and then a woman coming out and sitting on the bar spread eagle, waiting for me to munch on her pussy. That would be my luck. Of course, I’d look like an idiot because I’ve never gone down on a girl before.