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While Listening to Rock & Roll...

(4)

"Hey, Lenny." Sara sighed with wariness as she talked to the bouncer while all of the men in line looked outraged at the way she had strolled to the front as if she belonged there.

"Hey girl, you working tonight?" He asked before he'd had a chance to smell the whiskey on her breath.

"No...Showing my friend Kevin...here..." She pointed to the bemused looking man that had simply just followed her. "...a good time."

"Well go on in...I'm sure AJ will have a table for you..." the tough looking guy smiled moving out of the way for them.

"How did you manage that?" Kevin asked his eyes wide with surprise and awe. Sara had seemed very clean cut, the type of woman who stuck to the rules, but the more he had seen for her tonight the more she had surprised him.

"I have friends in low places..." Sara shrugged turning away from him to greet a slimy looking man in a suit. "AJ...it's been too long."

"Sara..." AJ planted a gentle kiss on her cheek. "I'll get you a table, follow me."

"Thank you..." She spoke casually not at all unnerved by the almost naked bodies that surrounded them glistening in the dim lighting. They sat down in a small booth with a rounded scarlet velvet couch and a pine table. The decor was pretty not that any of the customers would have noticed. Kevin was still wearing the look of admiration as he carefully watched Sara.

"You really are a freak aren't you?" He asked surprised at how easily she had managed to get comfortable considering their current surroundings. 'Buttons' played in the back ground creating the perfectly sordid atmosphere for the place. The floor was dotted with small stages and poles that shone in the bright stop lights as girls wrapped themselves around the metal with carefully considered movements. The other customers seemed to be in a trance their eye focused forwards but for some odd reason the girls aesthetic beauty wasn't catching Kevin's attention- his eyes remained fully focused on Sara.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" She raised and eye brow before turning to a waitress to order some drinks for them.

"I really would." He agreed with a smile. "So do you bring 'G' here?"

"No I don't..." Sara laughed taking a sip from the drink that had been placed down in front of her. She began to wonder how Greg would have felt about seeming his Friday night with her, in a strip club. Sara came to the conclusion he wouldn't have minded- he probably would have enjoyed it.

"So I'm special?" Kevin asked wondering what he would have to do to get her into bed. So far she had been playing hard to get fairly well but he could see her starting to waver- starting to become comfortable in his company.

"You could say that..." she teased.

"So what would they have to pay you to do...this?" He asked his eyes lingering on the busty blond that was near them. Her hips spinning in slow circles as her arms extended towards the ceiling her whole body embracing the movement she was making.

"I don't know..." Sara shrugged her shoulders her eyes shyly focused on her glass.

"Come on everyone has a price..." Kevin persisted with a charming smile.

"A lot of money for a start" she began watching the woman dancing in front of her with a slight air of resentment for the first time since walking through the door "Possibly a boob job, and very dim lighting?" she smirked at him in an attempting to downplay her insecurity. Over the years Sara had been reminded by a string of insensitive men that her body was not the picture of perfection.

"Personally, I think you could give these girls a run for their money without all that plastic shit..." He shrugged finding her uncertainty endearing.

"You don't have to lie to make me feel better." Sara said with a sad smile her eyes focused on her drink, draining the last of the whiskey quickly with one bitter mouthful, wincing slightly as the still cold liquid ran down her throat.

"Hey..." Kevin slid up around the table next to her and placed his arms around her attempting to comfort her. "I'm really not lying, you're a stunner..."

"Thank you..." She blushed and pursed her lips before looking away again. "You're not too bad yourself."

"Finally...you admit... you think I'm hot." He laughed. "Am I hotter than 'G'?"

"Don't tell him...but yes." She drunkenly nodded her eyes on him now.

Kevin grinned into his drink, satisfied with his small victory and the turn their conversation had taken as she watched him out of the corner of her eye with a smirk. "Don't let it go to your head Mr Smooth...You're still not getting a dance from me."

"Well, we'll see about that?" He muttered to her liking their new proximity. He honestly didn't understand how he was in a strip club and his eyes weren't focused on the strippers. Sara raised another eye brow at what he was suggesting. And he realised that it was her sultry expression, seductive dark eyes that were not letting his attention wonder.

"What makes you think you can get me into bed?" She asked with bemusement.

"Oh-so many things darling..." He kept his cards close to his chest not wanting to give his moves away. But if he was honest he wasn't sure. Sara wasn't his usual type- she was intelligent, she was witty, she was a woman rather than a girl. Had he been on one of his usual dates his move would have been one too many Cosmopolitans and telling the girl he thought she was hot.

"Whatever- I could do with another drink." She pulled herself up and took the unsteady steps towards the bar. She returned with a fruity looking cocktail much to Kevin's surprise. Perhaps his usually tricks would work just as well? She seemed drunk enough. For some reason he felt guilty- it didn't seem right to just use his usual sleazy pick up techniques on her.

"Want to see my party trick?" Sara asked before taking a mouthful of the pink liquid liking the taste of cranberry and vodka as it settled on her tongue- the ice and fruity taste much more soothing than the slow burn of whiskey.

"Sure..." He agreed hoping that it was something that involved her taking her top off or even better her jeans. Kevin had found himself mesmerised by the steady sway of her hips as she walked and legs that went on for days. He watched carefully as she broke the stem from the cherry and placed it between her teeth and after a few moments produced the same stem but now in a knot.

"See?" She showed him with a smug look.

"You're very talented with your mouth...I'd love to see what else it's capable off." He cooed watching her take another long sip of her drink wondering just how much more alcohol she could take without passing out.

Kevin had been slowly sipping each of his drinks indulging his taste buds, liking the slow feeling of the firey liquid sliding down his throat. He'd been drinking slowly enough that he still felt largely sober. Sara on the other hand had been knocking back the drinks as if there was no tomorrow and was already unsteady on her feet. It had done nothing to deter from her verbal abilities though- she had managed to be just as sharp with the handicap of more than five double whiskies and whatever it was that she was currently drinking.

"Take me out back and I'll show you." She winked at him.

"Really?" He asked slightly surprised at how easily she had simply just given in and also at how sleazy her offer had been.

"No." Sara narrowed her eyes at him as if to tell him he was a fool for ever thinking she was being serious. "What kind of a girl do you take me for?"

"A girl that hasn't had anywhere near enough fun in life... a girl that's sad but has a hard time admitting it." He spewed out honestly having noticed the sadness that seemed to constantly be lingering in her gaze.

"This suddenly got heavy..." Her eyes were on the drink again not wanting to look at him fearing that he would be wearing the same pitiful expression she had become used to from her husband and her friends.

"Let me help..." He offered quietly, his voice making him sound genuine. "Just one meaningless night... let your guard down... enjoy yourself for once. And then you can forget it ever happened, you can go back to being the sensible, up tight, boring Sara that everyone seems to expect you to be."

"Kevin... I'm married." She said the only thing she could think to say in resistance because he was right- she couldn't remember the last time she had given into her impulses and let herself go. She couldn't convince herself that saying no to wanting to have fun was the right thing to do.

"And how's that going for you?" Kevin asked his voice was still low. He was sitting so close to her by this stage that she could feel his breath tickling her cheek.

Sara glanced up and their eyes met for what seemed like an everlasting moment. She bit her lip her nerves clearing showing as her eyes travelled down to his lips...