The Black R8 cruised past the line of club goers, the driver's side window rolled down so people could take note of who was driving.
The car circles the block one more time before pulling into a parking lot. A 6 foot 3, caramel complexioned male steps out of the car. He looks in the side view mirror of his car and smiles at what he sees. He knows tonight is going to be an epic night, after all he had been looking forward to the outing for a while now.
He bypasses the line of people waiting to enter the club, and walks up to the bouncers by the door. He daps them all and is let in without any hassle. Our caramel complexioned playboy strolls into the club confidently, prepared for the night's activities.
He walks in feeling like a million bucks. In his mind, he's already thinking of what angle to play tonight. Should he be the athlete, the business man, the doctor or the model? All had their uses, it just depended on who he was trying to convince.
He surveys the room, smiling at what he sees. There were definitely a lot of 'hotties' in the place tonight. No way was he going home empty handed.
Marcel aka the Caramel Adonis, a name he had penned for himself, calmly walks over to the bar to get a better view of the spot.
Not long after wards, comfortably sipping on a daiquiri, the hunter moves towards the dance floor, preparing to move in on his targets. One of these girls would be his prey for the night.
That was when he saw her...The tall amazon in red, skin the color of Ivory, body of a video vixen. For that brief moment, she was the center of his universe. Nothing else mattered, he knew he had to have this woman at all costs. She was surrounded by a bevy of girls, posing a problem for him. This was a night he regretted not having a wing man to divert the attention of her friends. He was not to be dissuaded though, the task might be daunting, but not impossible. All he needed was a few minutes to isolate her.
Lady luck seemed to be on his side that night as he spotted her walking towards the bar alone. Her every step accentuated her curves, the sway of her hips had him mesmerized. This was one confident woman and it seemed other males in the club had taken notice. He moved in quickly, he was not going to let anyone else beat him to the punch.
She was ordering a drink, when he sidled up to her and nudged her gently. Gosh she was tall, he though to himself, but not too tall for him. Maybe it was her heels, regardless she looked even better up close.
"So sorry, did I spill my drink on you?, he said. She smiled, shaking her head. He smiled back, taking control of the situation. That was all he needed, she had presented him with the opening he wanted and he was going in for the kill.
He talked, she listened. He charmed, she giggled. He made sure she saw his car keys, neatly attached to his Gucci belt. Marcel was never one to waste an effect. Everything on him was meant to grab attention. He was too skilled at this game, he'd been doing it for years. He knew what women liked, he knew what caught their attention. He could tell from her eyes that she liked what he was about. She laughed at his jokes, even the bad ones. She hadn't run off to join up with her friends and seemed like she was enjoying the attention he showered her. The only thing that struck him odd about her was how quiet she was. She hadn't said a word yet, though there had been plenty giggles and smiles thrown his way.
"Hey, you wanna catch a movie or something? My house isn't too far from here", he asked her. "Its hard getting to know you, with all this noise. You seem like a pretty cool girl, I'd love to know you better."
She looks at him, eyebrows raised, mulling over his question. Shrugging, she nods excitedly at him. Elated, he grabs her hand and leads her out of the club.