AN: Hope you all had a wonderful New Year! Still not mine...
Jessie was dressed and ready by 8:30 that night. She made an effort to always be early, out of common courtesy. Bobby's description of Sin had not been incredibly detailed, but she wasn't worried. Even if he had told her everyone wore their fanciest clubwear, she would have dressed the same. Experience had taught her that dressing up for others was a waste of energy. That is also why she didn't bother with makeup. She knew who she was and what she looked like, didn't see the point in hiding or disguising anything.
Her outfit was selected with a purpose, and also would hopefully help to keep her warm in the fricken Jersey January weather. She really missed Florida. She had chosen to pair her favorite low-rise, medium wash jeans (which made her butt look even rounder) with a black lace top she had picked up only days before leaving Miami. The top had a normal scoop neck in front, with long fitted sleeves. The built-in lining covered most of her torso. The back, however, was the best part. Where a normal shirt would be, there was only two thin strips of see-through lace and ribbon that cinched the middle like a corset. This meant that inches of skin were exposed from her neck down to the top of her ass, in an alluring hourglass shape. Thankfully, her 32C breasts were still pretty perky. She added a studded black leather belt to accentuate the swath of skin between her top and bottoms, and a pair of shit kicker black Army boots under her pant legs. Heels were for women who liked self-imposed pain.
After combing her hair once, then running her fingers threw it in a "whatever" kind of move, she added a dab of cedar-wood oil to her pulse points and called it a day. At nine on the dot, a black Rangeman Explorer pulled into her driveway. There was a knock on her door as she was pulling her black leather jacket on. She opened the door, expecting to see Bobby, but finding herself surrounded by stud. Ranger was there, as well as Bobby and Lester. A new Rangeman was also in tow, and he was HUGE! Her eyes traveled from his boots up, and up, and up. He had to have been at least six and a half feet tall. His dark chocolate skin and shaved head made his knowing eyes and bright smile stand out even more. And then he licked his lips...
"Loba" Ranger drew her attention while leaning down to kiss her cheek, "this is my second in command, Tank. You already know Bobby and Lester." Jessie offered Tank her hand, "well aren't you something" she added by way of a greeting. Tank smiled at her fondly, he was more than used to people being put off by his size, but she seemed pleased with him. "You think you can dance with someone as short as me?" she asked with a sparkle in her eyes. "I think I can manage, how bout you?" She eyed him again, appraising his size. "Shit, if I wanted to I could climb you like a tree." And with that eye-opening piece of info she set the alarm and pulled the door shut behind her before walking to the SUV.
It only took a few stunned seconds for the men to all chuckle and follow her. The ride to Sin was pretty quiet. Ranger was driving while Tank rode shotgun. Bobby and Lester sat on either side of her in the middle seat. In an enclosed space, with four smoking hot men, Jessie knew she needed to make something happen tonight or she was going to combust. The relief she needed was not just sexual (though that was a big need), she also required it for pain management. It took everything in her power to not "turn the radio on" in the Explorer, just for something to get her mind out of the gutter.
All four of the guys were dressed similarly, with small variances here and there. They had all chosen black leather pants and black boots in different styles. Each was sporting a painted on tee shirt that was also black. Ranger's hair was long and loose. Bobby chose diamond studs for his ears. They weren't bothered by the winter wind, the weather was probably afraid of them. As they pulled up to the club and got out, a valet came to take the SUV. Bobby took Jessie's arm and led her to the VIP entrance. The bouncer nodded his head and let them in, while nearly two hundred hapless souls froze their FMP's off in line.
Just as Bobby had said, the inside of Sin was dark, but not overly so. There was a vibe of mystery, danger, and a thick fog of lust in the air. They found a table near the dance floor, a feat that was only accomplished because her four escorts were large and intimidating. When Jessie removed her coat to sit down Lester whistled and gave her an obvious once over. She could have sworn she heard Ranger growl. It was still a little early, but the club was pretty packed. At least seventy-five bodies were writhing and gyrating on the dance floor to a current dance hit. Jessie needed to take a moment and find her bearings. Priority number one was locating the DJ booth. Spying him at work above the crowd on a mezzanine, she eyed his equipment. Next, she needed a drink.
Bobby and Tank offered to get them all something from the bar. Ranger was the driver, so he stuck with responsible club soda. Lester requested some dirty-sounding cocktail while wagging his eyebrows. Jessie's request of "three shots of Patron and a Pepsi" was a shocker to all four men. When the guys returned with their drinks, she cracked her neck to each side, rolled her shoulders, and downed all three shots in succession. No lime, no salt, straight tequila. Ranger smirked as the others stared at her in wonder. Setting her last glass down, she smiled innocently and walked onto the dance floor. One of the many disadvantages to her small size was that it was easy to get swallowed up by a crowd, which is why Jessie made a point of staying near the outside of the mob.
For the next twenty minutes, she danced with various strangers, all men. Unfortunately, none of her dance partners ever got very close, they seemed to be keeping an eye on the table of beefcake watching her. It was as if all four guys were sending "touch her and die" signals through the ether. This was not going to work. Jessie needed to let loose, she needed to touch someone, fuck she needed to get off! Returning to the table she sat and took a long pull of her Pepsi. Ranger was watching her closely, surprised that she was completely sober.
Jessie caught Ranger's eye and gave him a wink. She blinked, and the DJ disappeared. As the current song kept playing, no one seemed to notice. "Do I even want to know where he is?" Ranger asked her quietly. Jessie half shrugged, "He just got a little bump on the head, decided to lay down for a few. Don't worry, I plan on filling in for him until he's better." This earned her a full laugh, a move that didn't go unnoticed by the guys. As the beats of a Rihanna song started to fade out, Jessie stood and held her hand out to Tank.