It was late February and Spring Break came early in one of Miami's top destination spots...South Beach. It was the place to be with college kids letting off steam during their week-long break from school. They flooded the streets looking for fun, thrills and excitement.
By day, these sun-drenched beaches consumed sunbathers, noisemakers, nudists and drinkers. But when the sun went down, it was naughty hottie time. Nightclubs and bars were jam-packed and stayed open 'til the break of dawn. Women dressed scandalously and the men looked delicious. Alcohol, drugs and sex all played a role during this dynamic time.
Mango's nightclub was the hottest and sexiest Latin nightclub on South Beach. It sat on Ocean Drive between Ninth and TenthStreet near one of the busiest corners on the strip. Its tropical-infused decor, exotic-looking servers and live entertainment always drew a crowd.
Saturday nights were regularly impenetrable and congested. So, this night wasn't any different. Onlookers blocked the entrance trying to catch a glimpse of the hoopla. And boy...She was mighty fine!
With "Que Bueno Baila Usted" by Oscar D'Leon blasting through the speakers, everyone stopped to watch as this sexy Latin woman danced on the bar and put on a show.
She exuded sexuality in her every step. Her smooth, vanilla mocha skin glistened with drops of sweat as she mixed fast turns, high kicks and body-twisting moves to the beat with her partner. Her black, waist-length hair swung everywhere she did as she whirled around in four-inch stilettos. The masses cheered, whistled and screamed as they watched this 5'7" salsa goddess gyrate her hourglass shape and heart-shaped butt in circular motions. With a dip and sliding through her partner's legs, the performance was over.
The woman heard her name called as she was lowered off the bar.
"Angelica!"
When she looked, it was her friend, Vivian.
Vivian was 28 years old, stood 5'5" and was Cuban and white. This petite-sized woman had straight Auburn-colored hair, green eyes, high cheekbones and big breasts.
"Hey, mamí! What's up?" asked Angelica hugging her.
"Damn, chíca...you did yo' thang out there tonight! You goin' on again later?"
"Nah...I'm done for tonight. I'm ready to smoke."
"Yeah, well don't forget about me."
"I won't," said Angelica.
They walked over to the bar where the bartender had shots of Patron waiting.
"Here you go...my two favorite ladies," he said, passing each one a glass and pouring himself one.
They toasted and tossed 'em back. Then, Angelica went to change.
Thirty minutes later, she came out wearing a very sexy and backless white halter jumpsuit. The front had a plunging V neckline that stretched just passed her navel and was embellished with gold buckles. She accessorized with large gold hoop earrings, lots of gold bangles on each wrist and a large BCBG gold clutch. She sported white and gold-strapped Christian Louboutin heels and her hair was in a side bun with the front swept to one side.
Angelica made her way to VIP, where her sister, Ariana, and her sister's husband, Falio, were sitting.
"Hey," said Angelica as she approached them.
"Hey," she heard throughout the group.
She kissed Ariana on the cheek, greeting her. Then, she went to greet Falio, but he pulled her down on his lap. She kissed him on the cheek and tried to get up, but he wasn't letting that happen. So, she sat there smoking with everyone.
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