“Fuck him girl, fuck ’im!” Tina hissed softly to herself as she looked into the mirror of gold her compact. “That bastard doesn’t realize just how fast his ass can be replaced!” She continued, knowing that she could not be heard over the loud music in the dance club. Tina became pensive as she tucked away her mirror and acclimated herself to her surroundings.
Here I sit striving to look calm, cool, and collected. I know that I look good, but I don’t feel as confident as I should. I’m trying a new look and hopefully tonight I can find a new man. No one is comfortable with change however this is well worth it.
Tina was determined to take on a different roll in her life and more than eager to try new things. It had been twelve years since she had another lover however within the past five days she developed an unwavering resolve to change that fact, as soon as possible.
Tina was dressed conservatively. She wore a black silk pants suit with a cream wool blazer and black leather stiletto boots. Her hair was pulled up with a sixteen-inch ponytail hanging from the top of her head to the middle of her back. It was the first time she had ever adorned fake hair: it looked lovely on her. Her makeup was flawless, done in shades of berry: Bordeaux lipstick accentuated her perfect lips, which are just full enough to be inviting; raspberry blush gently graced her dimpled milk chocolate cheeks; a duo of burgundy and black eye shadow, a touch of mascara, and black eye liner with a thin line of silver just above the brim of her eye lashes brought out her expressive eyes.
I haven’t been to a night club in such a long time, three years to be exact. It seems like a lifetime ago: maybe that’s because I was a different person then. I was happy and in love, but that’s just not the case anymore—now it’s time for me to do a little bit of sinning. First things first, I need a drink, where is a waiter when you want one? Maybe, I should just go to the bar, hmm… I can wait...
Tina was still lost in thought as she looked around. The club was quite large; occupancy for two hundred and fifty people with seating for at least one hundred. Spot 602 was named after the area code that it was located in. It looked as if it was an old country western bar that had been converted into a hip hop dance club; with the western style moldings and the beautifully polished medium oak dance floor.
“May I get you a drink?” The waiter asked in a deep Cuban accent.
“Oh, you startled me.” Tina said as her right hand fluttered up to her breast. She pressed lightly on her bosom to calm herself as she smiled up at the waiter, “I’ll have vodka on the rocks and if you can find a cigarette for me, you’ll make me a very happy lady.”
“Right away Miss.”
“Thank you.”
Off he goes to do my bidding. I can do this. I can be here alone and still enjoy myself. Relax, please just relax and let the night unfold. I know that it has been a while but just like when riding a horse, once you find a good rhythm you can ride with confidence. Sit up straight Tina, and exude self-assurance. I am going to have fun tonight!
“Your drink and cigarette ma’am,” the waiter offered several minutes later.
“Thank you.” Tina accepted graciously.
“You can use my lighter. I'll be back for it later.”
Wow, I didn’t notice just how attractive this man is, and he’s looking at me like I’m a desirable woman. Damn, to have a man look at me that way again… Ooh just let me bask in this for a moment. It has been months, no, years, hell just too damn long. Smile Miss Tina, I think he likes you.
“Thank you,” she smiled brightly. “I haven’t smoked since ’94, but I really do need this tonight.”
Come on now Tina, like he really needed to know that. Get a grip on your nerves. Be cool, calm—act copasetic.
“Glad to be of service, if you need anything else tonight my name is Antonio.”
“Antonio… thanks again.”
Tina found herself concentrating a little bit too hard on the Cuban man. The cigarette dangled from her lips as she perfunctorily flicked the lighter.
And I’m glad you are here to serve me. Look at him walk away and hell yes, I am watching. I’ve never had a Latin lover before. Maybe I will try something new. I’ll bet he always gives service with a smile. There is something else you can do for me Antonio; now that I’m thinking about it. Come back here Poppy.
She removed the unlit cigarette, exasperated, she took a deep breath. Tina took a sip of her vodka, and then lit her cigarette. She took a long drag—the smoke entered her lungs—within moments the nicotine calm took over. She smiled as she exhaled.
Oh yeah… now that’s the ticket!
Tina sensed some one was looking at her. She glanced over to her right. There he sat: a golden brown, green eyed, beautiful black man. His arms were stretched out and his shoulders shrugged, with a look of ‘you caught me’ on his lovely face. Tina smiled at him, gaving him that sexy ‘come to mama’ smirk. She gently bit her bottom lip as she allowed her eyes to leisurely take in every visible inch of him. Slowly, Tina looked his body over from head to toe and back again, after which, her lusty gaze met his once more. Her eyes revealed her every naughty thought and in the same moment, concupiscence reflected back to her in his.
“May I have this dance?” a man asked.
The spell was broken. Tina closed her eyes in a slow blink as she looked up to her left.
Well hello tall dark and handsome…
The man standing before her can only be described as a cross between a football star and a male model. Dressed in a silk midnight blue suit and a crisp, white, no tie, dress shirt, he stood smiling with his hand stretched out waiting for her response.
He is not my type but it doesn’t matter tonight because, ‘yes’, is the only word that I know. Besides, he is fine… so let me get this party started. Smile girl, it’s time to shake your booty.
Tina smiled a polite smile at the man standing to her left. “Yes,” she responded, suddenly feeling a wicked flash of delight.
One more sexy man for me… Hot damn!!!
She placed her hand in his all the while sliding her chair back as she stood up in one smooth graceful motion. Before she took a step, Tina looked back at her green-eyed devil. She winked her right eye slowly, to let him know that she was definitely interested; in the same instance she picked up her purse. She turned back to the tall sexy stranger, smiled her, ‘I am up to no good’ smile, before following him to the dance floor. He stopped in the middle of the floor, turned around, unbuttoned his jacket and pulled her into a hug.
“My name is Sean,” he whispered in her ear.
Tina accepted his hug graciously. She wrapped her arms around his waist under his jacket. She closed her eyes as she allowed her forehead to rest on his chest.
Just for a moment… I love being held, especially by a handsome, tall, well built man. Mm… All right now, it is time for me to start my wiggle-wiggle. Here I go.
Tina stepped back just far enough to look into Sean’s eyes. She allowed her body to flow gently yet provocatively to the beat.
“Hello Sean,” she continued dancing as her right hand fluttered up to her ample bosom and pressed gently yet again, “I’m Tina. It’s nice to meet you.”
Tina looked into Sean’s eyes intently. She held him still with her gaze as she delicately stimulated her body to the beat. Sean stood there motionless watching her. Her body moved in a rhythm that mesmerized him. Tina danced¾soft gentle movements reminiscent of slow lovemaking. She stepped closer to him and pivoted: her back was to him. She grazed his loins with her buttocks. He began to move matching her rhythm. He placed his hands on her hips and took control. Tina was thrilled.
This is wonderful; being in a man’s arms, feeling his strength and masculinity. Mm-m the sure power of a man—I love men who are not afraid to do the damn thing... Whoa, he is getting a little bit too excited there. Wow, I must look better than I thought. His dick is hard as hell and pressing up against my ass. It is a slow song; I’m not even go’n trip. After all, his dick is hard because of me.
They danced nonstop for well over an hour; fast songs, slow songs and line dancing the night away. The music changed to a slow song again. Sean gathered Tina in his arms again. He pressed her even closer still.
Oh he knows I can feel his dick pressed up against me… and boy oh boy, does he have a great deal to be proud of. Damn, what stable did he come from? He’s holding me too tight. Ok girl, just go with it… Don’t panic. You can make it until this song is over. How many songs has it been anyway? Damn it, I got lost in my own need. Now he’s horny as hell and aching to fuck.
My novel, A Little Bit of Sinning, will be available in book stores and online December 2009 for $15.00
