Walking A Thin Line

“What will you have Red,” the bartender asked her. She was a regular that came in here on the weekends and the two of them had become somewhat acquainted enough for him to give her a nickname.

“This weekend I’ll have three shots please John,” she replied shouting over the music and holding three fingers up as if he hadn’t heard her.

                  The bartender chuckled to himself and nodded walking away. The girl shrugged her shoulders and turned her stool to face out into the dancing swarm of people. They looked so happy and carefree as they danced the night away. It was the alcohol, music and interesting people that brought her back week after week. She loved being as happy and as carefree as those people on the floor dancing, and with the way the bass was vibrating throughout her entire body she was ready to go out on the dance floor and shake her butt on a random guy. It was the same routine every weekend. She meet a guy who wanted to dance and she’d dance with him until he had blue balls while he gave her a number that she’d never use. She couldn’t wait to start… she was just waiting on her shots.

                  As soon as she turned back towards the bar John came back with her shots. He sat them down in front of her gently and pushed them towards her holding out his hand. “That’ll be thirty bucks Red.”

                  She went into her wrist purse and produced a card but before she could hand it to John it was plucked from her fingers and replaced by a shiny black card. She whipped her seat around to both thank and yell at the new comer but she came face to chest with an incredible specimen of man.

“Put it on my tab John,” the cute newcomer said. John nodded slightly taking the card and leaving them to their business. He wasn’t getting involved with the mob, even if he happened to like the girl that they were going to drag through the mud.

                  Without so much as a hello the guy handed the card back to her, grabbing the tray of drinks and her hand dragging her behind him to his VIP section. She couldn’t help but check him out while he pulled her behind him. He was tall, probably pushing 6’6” and even though he was wearing a suit she could tell that he was sporting a fit body under. He had jet-black hair that was tapered at the nape of his neck; she could tell that it had been styled neatly earlier before the heat; sweat and women got ahold of him. She had yet to get a clear view of his face but she knew that he wasn’t ugly from the nasty glares she was getting from the jealous women they passed.

                  When they reached his VIP, the bouncer pulled back the velvet rope and allowed them in. the pair emerged through a sheer curtain and were greeted by the whooping and clapping of his friends. The girl looked around the room and noticed that just about every guy that was in the room was handsome and donning a wide variation on business suits. It eased her beating, a little, seeing that she wasn’t the only woman in the room. There were a bunch of scantily clad women draped on just about every guy. Some of them were completely enthralled by the women while others just seemed to be going through the motions.

“I didn’t think he had it in him. The kid’s usually scared shitless of beautiful women,” one of the guys said laughing.

“Yeah, but I bet he hasn’t even spoken to her,” a deep voice replied. The moment his voice hit the girl’s ears her entire being shook from pleasure and want, bringing a silent moan to her lips.

                  They sat next to Mr. Sexy Voice with the mystery guy; the one who dragged her there, between her and the voice that sent ripples down her spine. She watched the mystery guy place her drinks on the small table in front of them. She wasted no time grabbing one of the shots and knocking it back straight. The way the alcohol burned her throat and warmed her was almost enough to make her forget the feelings that Mr. Sexy Voice ignited inside of her.