Once upon a time at a club?

[kitsuke]

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[Nighttime in Salt Lake City. The smell of the Great Salt Lake is blessedly absent as the nocturnal denizens of this repressed state begin to go about their business, or their pleasure.]


'I have got to get laid tonight!', I think as I turn the corner and pull into the second lot of Area 51. 'There is no way I can survive just looking tonight.'

"Hey Jeff, you gonna turn the car off or stare at that light pole all fuckin' night?" Mike says from the passenger seat, waving his hand in front of my face.

"Huh?", I say, intelligently. "Oh, yeah... just thinking man. Let's go, I just gots ta shake my groove thang!"

"Jeff, if you ever say that again, I'll kill you." Mike says deadpan. "And besides, you're white, I'm white... we don't HAVE a groove thang. Let's just go try and not make total idiots of ourselves."

So we walk up to the line at the club. As we pass through I flash my ID and Membership card, getting my hand stamped so that I can go into the bar where all the alcohol I am not gonna drink is lined up for my viewing pleasure.

"You really should buy a membership so I don't have to sponsor your bitch ass in anymore Mike.", I say as he hands over the cover charge.

"Yeah, shut up and let's go. I gotta get drunk." Mike retorts.

We walk into the bar. He orders himself a Sex on the Mountain... some local concoction I figure. I order myself a Red Bull as I am the DD and we sit and sip. Soon enough I am done with my drink and Mike has just ordered a pitcher of Bud Light.

"Mike, as fascinating as it is to watch you drink, I think I am gonna go dance now. I can just heart the honeys begging for my ass out there." I say with no small dose of irony as I stroll out the bar area and onto to the dance floor. The deejay is playing a mix of industrial, electronica/trance and Top 40. Too bad this town isn't big enough to get some of those real specialized clubs where you can listen to music you like all night long.

Oh well, it's all got a beat and you can always dance to a beat. Heading out for the middle of the floor I keep my eyes open for who I am gonna try and shmooze up to first.

I do a passable impression of someone who is not a total idiot dancing and have been rejected by three girls so far. All three claimed to be lesbians, but now all three are hanging on to different guys.

Damn, I'm smooth.

The dark beat sof Rob Zombie start pumping out of the speakers around the floor and "Meet the Creeper" assaults my happy ears. Just then I see her dancing next to one the standing speakerboxes. Her eyes are closed and she sways to the music.

'Oh yeah.', I think as I make my way across the floor, 'This I have got to go for.'

 

[Maid of Marvels]

"Wanna dance?"

I opened my eyes to see who was interrupting my obviously solo performance. "I am."

"No. With me."

"Did you say something?" I mouthed, cupping my ear and gesturing toward the speaker.

"Must be a lesbian."

"Have we met?" Who was this guy? And why was he using my line? I scoured my brain trying to figure out where I'd used that old standby lesbian line on him. He looked more the 'It's my night to wash my socks' type -- meaning he was cute in a strange sort of way and I didn't want to burn my bridges.

"My name's Jeff. Jeff St... " he said politely extending his hand, the rest of his surname lost in the intro to the next song.

"Charlie. Charlotte for long. But you can call me Ms. Fischer." I took his hand, pleasantly surprised to find that it wasn't clammy or sticky. I immediately upgraded him to 'Email me. We'll do something this week for sure'.

Jeff had stopped speaking and was now staring deeply, meaningfully into the depths of my black satin bustier. "You really should see a doctor about that," I said as I wiped the corner of his mouth with a Kleenex.

 

[kitsuke]

I could see I was going to have to work on Charlie a bit... but at least she hadn't given me the brushoff. I grin as she dabs at corner of my lip.

"Sorry," I smirk, obviously not very sorry at all, then adding irony to my voice, "Miss Fischer."

My grin threatened to to storm the fronts of my face and claim it all in the name amusement. I controlled myself, mostly, although the hint of an upturn still existed in one corner of my mouth.

Dancing near to her I made no move yet to get in close, she didn't seem the type. Rather I watched her intensely for a minute or two, then almost as if an afterthought I let my eyes roam the floor.

'If she is so not interested,' I muse inwardly, 'let her prove it.'

 

[Maid of Marvels]

At least Jeff doesn't look like one of the pieces from A Barrel of Monkeys when he dances, I thought with a sense of relief. Maybe he is a keeper after all.

Oh oh. He was doing that 'let me scan the crowd for my next pickup' thing -- a sure sign that he was interested. I smiled my sunniest smile and did the same. Two could play this game, and I knew I was much better at it than he'd ever be.

"So... Jeff, is it?" I asked as I danced around him. "Do you come to Area 51 often?"

The music changed again. A slow song -- more than likely a request -- but I wanted to see if this guy was made of sterner stuff. Without waiting for him to say yea or nay, I slid my arm over his shoulder and moved in close.

Nice, I thought. Very nice. He wasn't muscle-bound, but he felt good in the places I could touch. Jeff slipped his hand to the small of my back and pulled me into himself nicely. No ass-grabbing, just a gentle pressure from his fingertips as he guided me around the floor.

Oh, yes. Definitely a keeper. It had always been my experience that a man who had the right moves on the dance floor also had the right moves in other rooms as well. Well maybe we'd see about that, too.

"Smooth," I whispered against his cheek. "Did you take lessons?"

 

[kitsuke]

'Ha!', I think, 'I knew she was checkin' me out. Now I just gotta refrain from blowin' it.' I pull her in closer and lead her gently out into the floor. Her hair smells like, like, I dunno. Girls have all this froo-froo stuff they put in it. But it smells nice. Real nice. I smile down as she me if I'm a regular. I just nod.

"Smooth," she breathes into my ear, "Did you take lessons?"

"No, I just try to move with the music." I answer, quite honestly. I can't afford lessons. "I must say it helps having a reason to excel."

After a few of the slow R&B numbers they like to spring on us here, I decide it's time for refreshment. I lead Charlie to a table in the bar and get us drinks. Another Red Bull for myself and a Jack an' Coke for Charlie. I sit on a stool next to her and from the way she leans against me I can tell she's warming up. I nuzzle her neck for just a second, gently kissing her ear. She pulls back and gives me one of those, "I liked it, but don't push your luck buster" looks.

Okay, she's warming up somewhat.

"So Charlie," I start after a sip, "what's a nice club like this doin' hangin' around a girl like you?" Lordy yes, I am indeed cheesy tonight.

 

[Maid of Marvels]

I looked at Jeff over the rim of my glass and grinned, grateful that I hadn't chosen that exact moment to take a sip. Despite my best efforts to remain aloof, there was something about him that I couldn't help liking. But that didn't mean I was going to make things any easier for him.

"Suave and sophisticated," I murmured. "That's how I like 'em all right."

"Pardon me?"

"Never mind. The club thing is from my cavewoman heritage, don't you know. Have they invented the wheel in your territory yet?" Gods, mine was almost as bad as his was -- and he had the look on his face to prove it.

"I'm sorry, Jeff. I'm not giving you much of a chance here, am I? Tell you what. I'll let you in on a little secret. I'm not a lesbian."

"Well, that's a relief" he replied, wiping his forehead dramatically.

"Okay. And something else." Now he looked a bit concerned, but I smiled and patted his hand encouragingly. "You don't have to call me Ms. Fischer, either. Not until I get about ten years older than you. Maybe twenty."

And on that note, I figured I should just switch feet again and see where it took me this time. "I've only been in Salt Lake for about two years now. I came here to work during the Olympics and just stuck around. I'm a waitress at The Melting Pot over on South Main. It's a fondue place. Do you know it? Yummy stuff. And what do you do?"

 

[kitsuke]

"Well, Charlie," I answered, "right now I'm a student. That would usually mean I am a government funded slacker, but I happen to be holding down an almost full-time job. Nothing glorious, just helping to keep and groom a few horses. The pay is decent, and hey, the animals are great." I smile at her, " And yeah, I've been to the Melting Pot once, sorry I didn't catch you then."

"Hmmm.", was all she replied as she smiled at me from the rim of her glass. Damn those little purring noises women make are so sexy. The drinks done, I take her hand.

"This is going to sound odd coming from a guy, but I really DO like to dance, do you want to go out there for another hour or so?" I figure we dance, we both have fun, maybe something happens afterwards. If not, I spent the night dancing with a really hot girl. If so... well, even better.