Curious Dancer Pt 1 - Visions of Ecstasy

Curious Dancer Part 1 – Visions of Ecstasy As she danced on the brightly lit stage he sat at a small table nearby, mesmerized by the way she moved. The way she danced reminded him of smoke, rising slowly, flowing languidly through the air, real and tangible to the eye but elusive to the touch. She moved slowly and sensuously as she glided across the small stage looking out from under half lidded eyes, silently seducing the audience of men that surrounded her. Several men stood in a line in front of the stage waiting for her to dance for them, to fuck them with her eyes and grant them glimpses of paradise. As they stood there they clutched dollar bills in their hands anticipating the brief touch of her velvet soft skin as they tucked the bills into her thin black garter and had visions of ecstasy. The garter was the only thing she wore on stage, her naked alabaster skin glowing under the bright colored lights that were focused on her. Her smooth, pale skin was contrasted by the cream colored nipples of her tight little breasts, which stood firm and proud, high up her petite torso, and by the mane of raven hair that framed her beautiful face. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders and flowed down her smooth muscular back stopping at the base of her shoulder blades. It was wild and untamed and it accentuated her long graceful neck perfectly. Her grey eyes beamed from underneath her eyelids and drew the men's eyes up from her luxurious pleasures to capture them and entrance them like a snake mesmerizes its prey before it strikes. Fully aware of her beauty and the deliciousness of her naked sex she turned and bent over at the waist in front of the man who stood at the edge of the stage with a ten dollar bill in his hands. For a brief moment she displayed the mysterious delight of her sweet little pussy then arching her back she stood upright again and spun around on one foot to face him. She smiled down at the awestruck expression on his face and offered up her garter for him to slide his money into which he did as he mouthed the words "You're so beautiful," to her. After her set was over she welcomed the next dancer on stage and stepped down to make the rounds. As she moved gracefully from table to table thanking the men for their kind attention she gathered tips from them and her garter exploded with dollar bills. When she got to him he smiled up at her. "Hello beautiful, what's your name?" he said in an friendly voice wearing an easy smile on his face. "Layla, what's yours?" she replied reaching out with her right hand. "You gotta promise me that you won't laugh," he said in a serious tone as he reached out to shake her hand. Bemused she said "okay I promise." "Freedom," he said looking her in the eyes. Her smile widened and he could tell that she was stifling back a giggle but she kept control. "No it's not. You're just messing with me." "Nope, totally on the level. Here, you wanna see my driver's license?" "Ok, I'll call your bluff. Let me see it." She said so he reached into his pocket taking out his wallet and handed it over. She looked at the small plastic rectangle in her hand turning it in the dim light until she could make out the writing next to the picture printed on it. She read it out loud, "Freedom Love Jones" and couldn't help herself as she giggled. "Aww, you said that you wouldn't laugh," he said. "But even I have to admit it's pretty damn funny." "That's some name," she said as she handed him back his license, still smiling from the thought of someone actually naming their kid 'Freedom Love'. "I go by Dom now, but I'd be delighted to tell you the story behind my real name if you have a little time to sit with me," he said as he took a hundred dollar bill from his wallet and folded it neatly in half for her to see. "I'd love to," she replied as she lifted her leg and pulled the garter up so he could slip the bill underneath it. "But I'm sitting with someone right now. Are you going to be around for a while?" "Yeah, I'll be here for a while," he said and added "waiting for a chance to get to know you." "Cool, I'll be back," and with that she smiled and leaning over, kissed him on the cheek before she turned to walk away. He watched her as she meandered through the crowd of men, introducing herself and thanking them, while she collected their ones and fives in her garter. He marveled at how graceful and poised she was, smiling and shaking hands while humbly accepting complements along with the tips she received. She was wearing a very short black lacy skirt that just barely covered her heart shaped ass and a matching top that concealed her beautiful breasts but left her flat tummy exposed. It was hard to tell exactly how tall she was because she was wearing very sexy platform shoes with at least six inch heels but he guessed that she was around 5'7" in bare feet. Whatever her height, her petite frame was perfectly proportional and anyone seeing her through the lenses of his eyes would have to agree that she was gorgeous. As she made her way through the throng of men--most of them BOYS if the truth were to be told--smiling and collecting tips, she couldn't get the face of the stranger with the funny name out of her head. He was handsome, sure, but not up to the par of the men she ordinarily took notice of. He was older, that much she liked because she was so tired of BOYS and their shit that she could just scream, but not too old. Not 'creepy' old and that was cool, but it was more than that. "Was it his smile? Was it the way he dressed? Was it the hundred dollar bill he had given her? What was it?" she wondered, and why did she even care, she thought to herself, as she headed over to the table where her companion was eagerly waiting for her return. As she sat down next to a nicely dressed man in his mid-forties and gave him kiss on the cheek she gave up thinking about "why" and focused instead on the conversation at hand knowing that she would make short work of that and find the stranger after her next set and figure him out then. When it was time for her next set she was relieved to find the stranger still sitting at the same table where she had met him about thirty minutes before and when he noticed her 'see' him he smiled and nodded ever so slightly, as if to say "I'm right here waiting for you." As the first song of her set began to ooze forth from the club's loudspeakers she felt the presence of his eyes on her and it turned her on. Sure there were probably sixty men in the club and at least forty of them were focused on her right at that point in time but she was numb to their expressions of wanting, and desire, of lust and longing, but not him. She was not numb to his 'look', his expression of interest and appreciation. He watched her like one would watch a ballet, or opera, or perhaps the way one appreciates art or music. His look wasn't one of longing but rather of respect so she was inspired, she was primed, she was fired up to dance for him. She took a deep breath as the music began to flow over and around her like water filling a pool and she began to move to a beat and rhythm that resonated inside her. She liked the analogy of dancing to swimming because she felt very much like she was swimming when she danced. Swimming through sound, through rhythm and melody, through vocals and harmony, swimming through the very air that swirled around her. When she danced she could feel the little eddies of air currents being moved by the heavy beat of the bass line and she would swerve and sway with those currents, gliding across the smooth stage floor effortlessly. "Effortlessly," that was what her father used to say was the "gold standard". "When it looks effortless pumpkin, when it looks easy, that's how you know, that person is an expert," he would tell her. "That's what it's all about. That's what we have to strive for in everything we do," he would say in those precious moments of time they spent together, just him and her. Now here she was in her element and moving effortlessly around the stage seducing these men, inserting herself into their dreams and forcing them to reevaluate their standard of beauty, to elevate it to her level making her the "gold standard", and it pleased her. As her first song neared the end she turned until she was facing the large mirror that covered the wall at the back of the stage and with her back facing the crowd of men eagerly watching she slowly removed the skimpy top she was wearing. He watched in delight as she moved, cat like, across the stage, her ripe young breasts casting shadows on her graceful rib-cage from the bright colored lights. Stopping midway between the mirror and the front of the stage she leaned back placing her neck and shoulders on the surface of the mirror. She hooked both of her thumbs into the waistband of her tiny lace skirt and as she slid lower, in time with the tempo of the music, she drug the skirt down past her alabaster thighs, past her knees and over her shoes until it lay crumpled around her feet on the stage floor. Just as the first song reached its final refrain she rose up snake like and was now only wearing a pair of slender black panties that barely concealed her naked little kitty. Entranced by her seductive dance he smiled at her in deep appreciation of the artistry of her graceful moves. She was so much more than just a dancer, he thought, sitting there observing the show. She was an artist, the stage was her canvas and she was the actual art itself. Her dance was the siren's song, a song that no man could resist. All eyes were upon her as she moved across the stage, snaking her way down one of the brass poles at the far end, to the delight of her admirers. Slowly she turned as she rose up and then bent over at the waist so that her gorgeous sculptured ass was facing the audience. Reaching back with both hands she snagged the thin black waist band of her tiny g-string and slowly inched it down over her ass and past her thighs, finally letting them fall and crumple at her feet. She remained in that position for a short while and shifting her hips she spread her legs slightly giving everyone a glimpse of her pink little pussy before arching her luxurious back and drifting upright once again. Stepping free of her panties she dipped and scooped them up in one swift movement and wrapped them around her wrist as she floated back across the stage. Having been a dancer for over a year and a half now she was used to the sensation of being 'watched' while she was on stage and she had become numb to the army of eyes that were on her. She stayed focused on the music pounding out of the large speakers on either side of the stage and kept swimming through the beat imagining that she was a sea otter twisting and turning through a forest of kelp. She kept her eyes half closed--which all the dancers call 'bedroom eyes'--as she danced and scanned the throng of men filling the club. Most of them were in their mid-forties and early fifties with a handful of college guys thrown in to spice things up. Personally she preferred the older dudes because they were kinder, more appreciative of her 'charms' and they were more generous. The college kids--she preferred to just call them boys--were by and large rude and aggressive and definitely cheap. She resented the fact that boys generally thought that she was some kind of whore just because she was a dancer. Secretly she hated it when a boy was standing at the edge of her stage fingering his dollar bill with sweaty hands and consuming her flesh with his hungry eyes. More often than not when it came time for the boy to tip her he would take advantage of her when she was standing close and she would need one of the bouncers to put him back in his place. She never sat with boys in between her sets but had no such issues with the older gentlemen that paid attention to her. As she danced now she could feel the stranger's eyes on her and for whatever reason it inspired her and turned her on at the same time. She checked to make sure that he was still there as she danced close to the front of the stage for a man in a dark blue suit and was relieved to see him still drinking her in with his deep brown eyes. He was wearing a black leather sports coat over a well-fitting black crew-neck tee-shirt that accentuated his broad shoulders and thick chest, and a pair of dark blue Levi's jeans. She watched him as she danced and noticed him avert his eyes for a second to look at his expensive watch making her nervous that he might leave before she had the chance to get to know him better. She was paying more attention to him than she was her stage so she was surprised to find a boy standing in front of her holding a dollar bill folded in half when she looked down. He had messy black hair and was wearing a wrinkled polo shirt that was untucked from his dirty blue jeans as he stood there and she had a bad feeling about him right off the bat. As she swayed back and forth to the music and turned to face him she lifted the elastic garter encircling her firm white thigh so he could insert his tip and he slid his hand up in-between her legs touching her naked sex while saying "How about a taste of that juicy little cunt, babe." Her reaction was immediate and she slapped him hard across the face yelling "FUCK YOU, ASSHOLE!" As his eyes filled with rage he pulled his arm back making a fist but before he could lash out one of the bouncers was on him pinning both arms behind his back and shoving him forcefully towards the door. "Fuck you, you whore!" he yelled as he was led away and within seconds the space he once occupied was filled by another customer looking adoringly up at her, waiting patiently for his slice of her time. She looked back at the man standing before her in his slightly disheveled business suit wearing a grin that said "I'm shit faced and in love," and she knew at once that the danger had passed so smiling back at him she drifted back to the front of the stage and twirled before turning her back, letting him enjoy the view of her stunning heart shaped ass. The rest of her set was uneventful but she remained aware of the eyes of the man with the funny name throughout and it made her moist knowing that he was watching her. After she stepped down from the stage she walked over to his table to let him know that she was coming to visit with him just as soon as she made the rounds and his smile was so warm and inviting that it made her blush. He watched as she walked away from him, this time with a promise to return soon, and was once again blown away by how damn beautiful and sexy she was. He had been to lots of clubs in his life and had met more than his share of very attractive dancers but there was something about her that was different. She was in a different category than other girls, an elite category, in the same way that a diamond stood alone atop the list of precious stones and no other gem regardless of its luster, size or color could compete with it. She was a diamond, precious and perfect, and he could see that in her walk, in the way she danced, in her smile, and in the radiance of her cat-like eyes. As visions of her consumed him and he thought about the intangible qualities that made her so radiant he was shocked back to reality by the sound of her voice and the warmth of her breath on his ear. "Hey handsome, you up for a little company?" she said into his ear as she bent down behind him placing her hands on his broad shoulders for support. "I'm sorry honey but I promised to save this seat for an angel once she comes down from her lofty cloud," he said as he turned his head slightly, a mischievous grin spreading across his chiseled features. "Oh, well how can a mere mortal compete with an angel," she said mock disappointment tainting her voice. "I guess I'll have to keep looking for someone else to save me from my Promethean punishment," she sighed. "Very well played, how could I possibly ignore such a persuasive plea," he said turning to look into the eyes of his angel who was sporting an over accentuated pout on her remarkably pretty face. "Here please have a seat, I insist," he said, standing and pulling the empty chair away from the table for her. His smile was casual but inviting and his brown eyes shone from beneath his thick dark eyebrows as he stood there, so mirroring his smile she stepped around to the empty chair and took a seat. After ordering her a drink and himself another beer they began to talk and laugh and talk some more until Layla noticed that she was due to dance again in another minute. "Aww shit, I gotta dance again. You are going to stay and watch me aren't you?" she asked cocking her head slightly to one side as she did so. "Of course, wouldn't miss it for the world," he replied knowing full well that she couldn't possibly understand how much he really meant it. "Great!" she said and leaned over and gave him a kiss, before quickly turning and heading towards the crowded stage. "Oh fuck, what did I do that for?" she thought as she marched away from him. "I can't believe that I just kissed him on the lips like that. I know better than that. What was I thinking! You never kiss a customer on the lips, NEVER!" Her head was buzzing as she stepped up on the stage and taking a deep breath she began to wipe down the big mirror on the back wall and the two brass poles at each corner of the front of the stage. As the throbbing sounds of her first song flooded the club she swung around so that she was facing the crowd and emptying her mind she swam into the music like a shark prowling for a meal. "Wow!" he thought watching her up there once again, as she turned, and dipped, and swerved and slid across the stage floor with fluidity and a sensual grace that was nothing short of spectacular. She was on fire and the crown loved it. Sensing something special was happening, men lined up at the front of the stage staring with lust filled eyes, at the seductive temptress that danced before them. They all had visions of wild passionate sex exploding in their heads and were eager to be close to her, to inhale her essence, to drink her elixir, to taste her flesh. As the songs changed and her clothes came off she maintained her fierce intensity and passion poured from her like rain from a hurricane. She was a sexual storm on stage and she turned the place into a steam bath, making everybody sweat. The music roared in her ears and the bright stage lights blinded her as she danced for the crowd of men fucking her with their greedy eyes. One after another they lined up for her and offered her tips in exchange for some personal attention, a dance, a look, a brief touch, and then they were gone. They evaporated like mist back into the crowd and yet another was always there to take their place at the front of the stage. She lost track of time as she danced for them but she was always mindful of the eyes of the man with the strange name while she danced. She couldn't see him, not really, but she was sure that he was there at his table watching her. As she stood at the back of the stage bent at the waist, leaning with her hands outstretched on the big mirror and her tight ass swaying to the beat of the song gushing from the speakers, she quickly pushed herself upright and spun around to face the next suitor in line at the edge of the stage and was surprised to find 'him' standing there smiling at her, a folded bill in hand. "Hey beautiful, you look so damn sexy up there that I just had to come say hi," he said over the blaring music so she moved in a little closer and smiled back at him. He was about 6 feet tall with broad shoulders that filled out his black leather jacket and while not skinny by anyone's standard he was not fat either. He wore his weight well and was proportional, given his muscular build, and after she got over the initial shock of seeing him at the edge of the stage unexpectedly she was now excited that he made the effort to come see her. She danced closer to where he was standing and as she looked down at him standing there she felt a rush of excitement that made her tummy tighten and her little kitty tingle in anticipation so she spun on the ball of one foot sending her raven hair flying in a huge arc around her head. Once, twice, three times she spun on the ball of her foot and when she stopped she was facing away from him but still at the edge of the stage. She undulated her firm stomach as she swayed her hips from side to side while she stood there and slowly bent at the waist until her face was down next to her right ankle exposing her tight ass and tender young pussy to his intent gaze. She barely paused in that position before arching her statuesque back and returned to an upright stance but the look on his face caused her juices to flow and her pussy to tingle even more. As she looked over her shoulder at him he had transformed into an animal, a beast, feral and wild. His eyes were intense, burning holes into her tender flesh and his nostrils flared as he looked at her nakedness. She could feel his fiery breath on her thighs and ass and the heat scorched her sensitive parts making her wince and writhe in agony and pleasure. At that very moment she had the wild urge to reach back and grab him by the hair pulling his hungry mouth tight to her sex. To force him to eat her wet cunt right there in front of everyone. The very thought itself was so powerful that she had to force herself to concentrate on the music and the dance for fear that her hands would stray down to her throbbing little clit. She closed her eyes and focused on the music, letting it wash over her in waves as she stepped and swerved until she was facing him once again. Opening her eyes she looked down on him and found the confident, handsome man standing there staring into her grey/blue eyes, wearing his comforting smile. As she pulled her garter open and invited him to nestle his tip in amongst the others she wondered if she had seen what she thought she had. "Was it an illusion created by the flashing colored lights and dark surroundings?" Perhaps, it was because she was tired and a little tipsy? As the song came to an end and she said thank you to him for the hundred dollar bill he had just given her, She wasn't sure what she saw or didn't see anymore, but one thing was for sure, she was hot. Her set was over and he settled back into his seat as the next dancer took the stage and began to clean the mirror. Seeing Layla heading in his direction he sighed and invoked the memory of her pink slit glistening between the cheeks of her perfect ass as she stood bent over in front of him on stage. She was gorgeous in so many ways it was mind boggling. Her young body was tight and firm and he had no doubt that her pussy was sweet and juicy like a ripe mango but more than that there was a fire in her eyes that told of an intelligence and wisdom beyond her years. He could tell that she was on the road of discovery both about her sexuality as well as about her humanity. In essence she was at the cross roads of the rest of her life. All that she had done so far was in preparation for what was to come and he knew that he was here at this point in time to help guide her on her journey. "Hey," she said leaning in and giving him a kiss. "Thanks for the tip I really appreciate it. Are you going to be here for a little while longer?" "Hey, I'm not going anywhere at this point. Can I buy you another drink, you gotta be thirsty after that smoking performance." "Yeah, great I'd like a 'Red Headed Slut' and a bottle of water, if you don't mind. I've gotta make the rounds and use the woman's room so give me fifteen minutes and I'll be right back, ok?" "Ok," he said smiling at her. "I'll be right here." "Cool," she said smiling back at him and leaning in she gave him another kiss, a more passionate one, and looking into his caramel colored eyes she winked before turning and heading into the throng of mostly drunk and very horny men. By the time she returned he had finished his beer and had ordered another but both her drink and the bottle of water were sitting on the table waiting for her. She noticed that sitting beside the empty bottle of Corona on his side of the table was a shot just like hers so as she sat down she asked him, "Is that a 'red headed slut' too?" "Yep, I've never had one and I thought that I would try it out," he said reaching for the small glass of brownish liquid. "To pleasure," he said raising the glass up and moving it in Layla's direction. "To pleasure," she replied meeting his gaze while lifting her glass up as well. The 'tink' of the two glasses coming into contact wasn't audible over the sound of the music pouring out of the club's powerful speakers but they tossed the sweet liquid concoction down their throats and set the glasses back on the table without breaking eye contact. Almost as if on cue the waitress arrived with a fresh set of shots and another Corona which she set on the table between them before picking up the empty glasses and asked if they needed anything else before leaving. "Sure, we'll take another round of shots when you get the chance, thanks," He said smiling at the pretty girl serving them. "Ok," she said and smiled back before turning to head back through the crowd to the bar. They sat and talked above the din of noise in the club, drinking shots and laughing, oblivious to everything going on around them except for the occasional dancer making her way through the crowd, thanking everyone for their kind attention. He always gave the girl a twenty which she thought was a pretty class act and both times that she went up to dance he came to see her at the stage and passed her another hundred dollar bill which she appreciated even though she had told him that it wasn't necessary. Time seamed to fly sitting with him and the next thing she knew the clock on the wall read 2:20 am and the bartenders were calling out for 'last call'. "Hey, I have to dance one last set then the club's closing so I just wanted to say that it's been a blast spending the evening with you," she said taking him by the hand. "You wanna grab a bite to eat after you're done?" he asked, his casual but infectious smile gracing his rugged features. "Oh, I can't really. The club has a pretty strict policy prohibiting us from seeing customers after the club closes and well..." "No worries, I just thought that a little food would do us both some good after all of the shots we've tossed back tonight. If it's a problem than don't sweat it." "Thanks, So will I see you again? You know here, in the club. Will I see you back here again?" "Could be. How will I know when you are working?" "Here, what's your phone number?" she asked taking out her phone. "703, 555, 9565," he replied watching her key the number in. A split second later his phone buzzed and he looked at it and found a text message that said only 'Layla'. "Text me," she said. "Whenever you want to know whether or not I'm working just text me and I'll get back to you. Ok?" "Sure. So am I allowed to stay and watch your last set or does the club have a 'policy' about that too?" "Of course silly, don't be mad. I hope that you do stay to watch me. I've had a really good night tonight and I think that your great but I barely know you and well you know..." "Hey, I'm not mad I just thought that you might want to continue the conversation that's all. I understand completely and trust me I don't have any issues on the table, really I don't. Oh and hey that texting thing works in both directions. If you ever want to get in touch just drop me a text. Ok?" "Ok," she said and once again, leaning in, she kissed him before turning to head into the back room to get ready for her final set of the night. The crowd in the club had decidedly thinned out as it reached closing time and even though she was still smoking hot on the dance floor most of the men left were either preoccupied with closing out their bar tabs or too drunk to care, so with the exception of one man, wearing a black leather jacket, she was pretty much on her own. That one man sat and feasted on her as she danced and she felt that familiar tingling sensation in her petite little pussy as she fantasized about his thick tongue probing her moist interior while his busy fingers strummed her stiff clit and circled her virgin asshole. "God, I'm so fucking wet," she thought to herself as she looked at him standing there at the edge of the stage for the fourth time tonight. "I can't believe how fucking horny he is making me." As he stood there by the edge of the stage basically at eye level with her perky little breasts he marveled at how fucking graceful she was. She was as languid as smoke and as hot as fire as she glided about the stage. He thought that her movements were reminiscent of a serpent's--a sexy, exotic serpent--that had the quantum effect of mesmerizing those that watched her. Even though her smooth slender body with those firm ripe breasts and beautiful naked pussy were undeniably exquisite it was her eyes that possessed you. Her eyes shone like precious jewels and expressed the carnal message that all men desired, 'Come, take me, I'm yours'. As he thought this she floated towards him and stopping just inches from where he stood she flung her head forward causing her long raven hair to rain down upon him. He found himself shrouded in darkness and felt more than saw the nipple of one of her breasts graze his lips and instinctively parted his lips to let it in, but just as it had appeared out of nowhere so to it vanished back from whence it came and the veil was lifted once again. Smiling a knowing smile she turned slowly and leaned back ever so slightly so that the smooth warmth of her perfect ass grazed his hands and it took every ounce of his willpower to keep from grabbing it outright. When her back was fully towards him she stretched catlike and arching her back she bent at the waist until she was doubled over and her knee was pressed into her chest. The light pink lips of her tight little pussy came out of hiding and he could smell the sweet aroma of her sex as she paused there and he felt his dick stiffen in response. Oh how he wanted this girl, this woman, this seductress. How he wanted to delight in the taste of her nectar and feel her cum hard on his hungry mouth. Visions of her sucking his thick cock and taking him deep into her mouth flooded his brain. His hard-on throbbed as he imagined driving it into the hot molten interior of her beautiful little pussy and hearing her beg him to fuck her harder. In his mind's eye he could see her luxurious back before him as he held her hips tightly while he fucked her juicy cunt from behind and he could hear the sound of his hips slapping her ass with each thrust. He watched her dance for him while he made love to her and he longed to hold her close in the aftermath of their mutual passion, to taste her salty sweat as he kissed her graceful neck and to feel the softness of her lips on his own. He smiled up at her as she lifted the thin elastic band of her garter affording him the chance to insert his last hundred dollar bill and she smiled back. She smiled back a knowing smile as though she had penetrated his thoughts and shared the experience of making love and he nestled his tip in among the ones and fives that resided there grazing her silky soft thigh in the process and soliciting a subtle moan from her lips. A short while later as the bouncers were herding everyone out of the club he saw her hurrying in his direction. "Hey beautiful," he said as she approached. "I was beginning to think that I wouldn't be able to say a proper good night." "Yeah, sorry. It gets a little hectic around here at closing time and I only have a minute before I have to retire to the back as they clear the place out". "Well in that case can I get a goodnight hug?" "Absolutely!" she said and wrapped her arms around his muscular chest and hugged him close. He did likewise overlapping her arms with his and felt the warmth of her body invade his. "So you will come back and see me, right?" she pleaded her head still lying flat against his chest. "You can count on it, sweetheart, you can count on it," he replied relishing the closeness he felt at that very moment. "Text me when you know your schedule next week and I'll make plans to come see you. Okay?" "Ok" As she relaxed her grip on him and he did likewise they parted. She looked into his caramel colored eyes and reached up with both hands cupping his face. She closed her eyes and turned her head slightly as she leaned in and kissed him on the lips and he responded in kind. The electricity that flowed between them could have powered the club for a week and they were both spellbound but the sound of the bouncer's voice snapped the spell and they quickly broke it off. "All right everyone, you don't have to go home but you can't stay here!" the bouncer bellowed behind them and she said. "I've got to go but I promise that I'll text you soon." "Cool, I'll keep an eye out. Have a good night and I'll see you again soon," he replied reaching out for her hand and giving it a little squeeze. Reluctantly they parted, she heading back to the dressing room and he heading towards the door and the cold of an early winter morning. After thirty minutes or so all the dancers were dressed in their street clothes and bundled up to meet the cold outside. Even though all of the other dancers were chatty and anxious to get out and back to the warmth of their homes her mind was preoccupied with thoughts of him. "Would he come see her again?" she wondered. "Sure he will, he said so didn't he," she replied to herself but deep down she wasn't really sure. Fifteen minutes later as she sat in her freezing cold car waiting for it to warm up her thoughts were still preoccupied with him when her stomach growled loudly and she realized that she was hungry. He was halfway home and still thinking about the beautiful curious dancer that he had met just hours before. "Layla," he said aloud just to hear it spoken when his phone buzzed three times indicating that he had a text message. The phone said that it was a quarter to four as he pressed a button to open up the text message app on the home screen and a smile began to creep across his face as he considered the source of the text. Sure enough his suspicion was right for there on the display of his blackberry was the message "That offer for breakfast still available? :-)" from the same phone number that Layla had sent her message just an hour and a half ago. "So the adventure begins," he thought as he texted her a suggestion where they might meet and he veered his car in that direction anticipating the fun that was to come...(to be continued)