That Girl

Chapter 5

The day didn't look too bad at all.
She'd already dropped off multiple resumes at multiple businesses, though she knew if they called, to hell with the rest.

The day was hot, 33° Celsius matter of fact, and she gloried in the heat. Her caramel colored skin glowed wonderfully. Thick, brown, kinky curls cascaded down her back, some might say she looked exotic.

Having finished with business, Carlette decided to go shopping for the rest of the day.
Ain't like you got better to do.

Yeah, well whatever..... Shopping did sound reasonable though.
She went through variety stores, clothing and shoe stores, bought various products and accessories, and ended with ten, laden shopping bags and a significantly lighter bank account.

It was now five twenty five in the evening. Carlette packed away her shopping; of which included a new bed set, ate a subway meatball sandwich, took a shower and prepped for her evening.

One hour later, she stepped into a club. This wouldn't make anything less painful Carlette, she told herself, but at least it'll disappear, even if for a short while.

The music was booming. Sweat, smoke, and more mixed in the atmosphere, bodies grinding to the beat, intoxication clouding their minds.

Carlette made her way through and ordered her drink.  She prayed that tonight, she'd get lucky and get a little intoxi-woxy herself.

She took a sip from her glass and gave the room a good sweep. Hmm, she spotted a couple good looking men, but then dismissed them after observation.

So caught up was she in choosing a bite for the night that she didn't notice the many eyes that watched her, didn't notice the desire and envy that followed her every movement, didn't even care to notice the actions of those around who were trying to catch her attention.

None are good enough for tonight

Just then the music changed to slow dancehall, Carlette downed the last of her drink and headed to the dance floor, the music and alcohol made her feel lighter, her body had a mind of its own.

She did not mind.

She was in her own world. The music carried her away from all troubles, made her feel like she owned the world, made her forget.

She commanded the floor.

The skin suit was bright blue, ankle length with a low scoop neck line, showing just right amount of cleavage. Red, bold lipstick coated heart shaped lips, a pair of four inch red heels donned her feet and finally some gold hoop earrings and bracelets as the final compliment to her outfit. As far as hair goes, she'd leave it natural, in doing so it made everything more appealing to the eyes.

Tonight she wanted to be free, fly away just for the moment and soar high. Her eyes were closed, she allowed the music to swallow her entire being and was transported to another dimension right there and then.

Dureen Charles, twenty eight years old, wanted company for the night. He was six feet, five inches, a rather tan complexion with curly black hair and coffee brown eyes.

He'd found his target as soon as she'd walked in.
Damn. The skin suit was practically painted onto her skin. And her curves, by God. How in bajeezes did one woman have so many curves and contours?

Her skin.... The warmest caramel, giving him the image of cozy nights, sipping hot chocolate. Nevermind that he'd never tasted it before, just one look at her gave him the sudden urge to try it.