She was running late. Not fashionably late but the standard CP or Colored People time. She would show up when she was damn good and ready, despite the fact her destination was the trendiest nightclub and bar. It took her a blind date to get into the place she was trying to weasel her way in for months.
And she was keeping him waiting. Nectar was a popular and upscale restaurant in Atlanta. Vibrant with rich color such as tangerine, plum grape, and cranberry that decorated the walls. Belly dancers entertained guests as they snacked on delicious food such as cinnamon apple and brie sandwiches, chocolate fondue stations, and the finest champagne from the country. It was the hot spot of hot spots and anyone who was even a tad important always had a seat there.
Dave owned the club.
He was trying to get his record label started off the ground. He had a couple acts signed and was in the process of marketing them. He was acting as both CEO and A&R while trying to steady his position as a club promoter and owner. The last time he slept was a distant memory. Yet, sleep wasn't a concern on his mind. He was preoccupied on making a good impression on someone he already deemed as his next ex-wife. She was above and beyond fashionably late. She was trying his patience. But he waited for her. He knew she would show up. He knew she would be impressed.
Dave knew he had something she wanted.
Still, his date was into game playing and game playing he was going to get. He wanted a good cat-and-mouse chase and it had been a while since a woman of Nicole's stature had captured Dave's attention longer than a minute. Anyone can make his dick hard; not everyone could make him want to see them again.
A member of Dave's security team approached him to let know him Nikki had arrived. Two hours and a few shots of Patron later, she decided to grace him with her presence. He noticed her standing in front of the club wearing something that was way too tight and was probably borrowed from a cheap discount store. Her face was heavily painted with the best makeup money could buy but Dave knew she could be better.
Nikki was going to be his newest project. This might be interesting…
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"Nice little place you have here," she smirked as she looked around.
Dave simply smiled. She was already cutting at him. A defense mechanism used by some women who had been burned one too many times. Someone who probably gave one-hundred percent of her all just to receive absolutely nothing at the very end. At one point, Dave guestimated Nikki was a sweet and loving girl. Years and many love conquests later, Nikki knew the ropes and could smell bullshit with the accuracy of a police dog.
Dave decided to get to know Nikki a little better by having a private dinner upstairs inside the club. Besides the occasional interruption of a waiter to serve them, it was only air and opportunity between the pair. The sexual tension was present but so was the frustration and irritation. Both challenged each other in many ways and they haven't had sex yet. But Dave was up for a challenge, indeed. "It makes a bit of chump change, yes."
"So," Nikki took a sip of the Cristal champagne and set the glass down, "what do you want?"
"I already have my answer, Nicole," Dave responded, "I just wanted to show you a good time."
"I hope you're not expecting pussy tonight," she stated.
"Not from you," he smiled.
Dave's response caught Nikki off her game just a little. She used to hearing a man beg and plead. Sometimes she get the occasional fool who would threaten to do bodily harm to her. But Dave simply laughed in her face. "So why did you bring me here, then?"
"I didn't bring you anywhere. I asked you out and you showed up on your own recognizance. You can leave anytime you want."
"I call bullshit. You wanted to get me here any way you could."
Dave looked down at his Cartier. Nikki already wasted two hours of his life by making him wait. Now she was wasting additional time by badgering him. To Dave, it was typical of the females he dealt with in the past. They wanted him to spoil them and give them everything they wanted—only if they had the opportunity to break him down first. It never worked with the last chicks and it damn sure wasn't going to work with his newest ex-wife-to-be. "Nicole, if you want to leave, do it. But you're wasting time trying to fuck with my head. I have plenty of other women I could be fucking right now and I'm going to once you leave. But if you want to go, go. If you want to stay, shut the fuck up so we can enjoy the rest of our evening without your bullshit color commentary."
Nikki finally met her match. Someone who talked as much as shit as she did and could back it up without trying. She never searched for someone to handle her; either they could or they couldn't. Now she was going to give Dave one final test. He would either kick her out of the club—or join her. "Listen, I'm going to put my cards on the table right now," Nikki began, "I can't just be with you."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm going to be real with you. I can't just be with you. I also need to be with another woman or man," she continued, "I'm a swinger. I love sex. I love a lot of sex. I love to experiment. I love to play games."
"That's fine by me, baby." Dave smiled, "because I can't just be with one woman, either."
Dave's revelation opened the door for Nicole to ask a question she knew she was going to regret asking later. The answer was given before the question was asked. "How many women do you have?"
"I'll never be alone," he calmly replied.
"Then I have a request…" Nicole began.
Dave braced himself. Just like Nicole knew the answer to her question, Dave knew the request before it was said. "Go on."
"I want to be number one."
Dave could only smile for he had heard the request before and many times over. Many women before Nicole and they all talked the same game. They all wanted to be the only woman when it was clear they could only be the crème de la crème. Dave had no intention of settling down with just one woman anytime now or within the near future. But Nikki was making a strong case for herself and he wanted to hear her out. If she passed, he would bring her home to give her the fucking of her life. If she failed, well, she got a great lay out of it. "Are you ready for it?"