Samantha walked towards the entrance to the club Show, bypassing all of the partiers anxiously awaiting to be granted access in to the hip nightspot. She flashed her ID and a hundred-watt smile at the bouncer.
"Hey Trina, welcome back," he said, hurriedly unhooking the ropes for her. Samantha smiled as his eyes traveled the length of her long, smooth legs. Samantha had chosen to wear a brown micro-mini plaid skirt, with a white tank top and heels. Her long blonde hair was flat-ironed straight, her make up dramatic. It was a younger look, but its simplicity worked well for her.
"Thank you, big guy," Samantha winked. She caught the envious looks of the women still waiting and automatically put a little swing in her step. Once inside, she felt the pulsating beat of the music and let the crowd over take her. She bypassed the exclusive V.I.P. room that she had unrestricted access to and headed straight to the floor. In no time, she was engrossed in the music, letting her body move to it, oblivious to the dancers pushing in to her, quickly tamping down the thoughts of Martin's accusations that had been plaguing her all day.
"Beautiful lady, may I?" a voice said in her ear.
Samantha blinked furiously, surfacing from her depths. A tall, handsome man with a smooth goatee, shaved head and sparkling green eyes smiled mischievously at her. Samantha's interest quickly piqued.
"May you what?" she asked saucily. "Dance with me?"
"You look like you need a partner."
"I don't need anyone," she shot back, pushing him away. She abruptly turned on her heel and moved away, swaying her body to the beat as she moved towards the bar, knowing she was leaving a lasting impression. Just as she thought, a hand touched her elbow just as she took a seat. Men were so easy, she thought.
"My apologies, I just think it's a crime to see a beautiful lady by herself, especially in a place like this," the stranger said, grabbing a seat next to her. "May I get you a drink?"
"Vodka tonic," she replied, barely glancing at him. But she knew. She knew what was going to happen no matter what game she decided to play.
They talked casually after receiving their cocktails. Samantha learned that his name was Jered, he was 37, and he worked for his father's Internet business. Not that she cared. The night was young and she didn't want to waste any more time than necessary on this gentleman.
She quickly downed the rest of her drink. "Meet me in the ladies room," was all she said before moving off. Walking into the restroom, she saw the attendant, Cindy.
"Hi Cindy, how is life treating you?" she asked, giving her a quick peck on the cheek. She inconspicuously slid a $100 bill in to the older lady's pocket.
"Same old, same old Trina, baby. You're looking good as usual," Cindy smiled widely, already planning on how to spend her little tip. She watched as Samantha slid into the largest stall and then purposely left the bathroom to stand guard.
"…Trina?"
Samantha leaned against the stall, smiling. Checkmate. "Get in here, Jered."
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She was irritated beyond belief. Why didn't I just follow her into the club? she thought.Spending the night outside of a club at four in the morning was NOT her idea of a good time.
She tapped her fingers impatiently against the steering wheel. "What the hell is taking her so long?" she mumbled out loud. As soon as the words escaped her mouth, she caught sight of Samantha exiting the club. She quickly raised her camera and shot off a couple of photos. She frowned. Samantha was by herself.
That's odd, she thought. She was sure Samantha would be leaving with some random guy. As she watched Samantha jump into a cab, the realization that she had spent all night waiting for nothing made her furious.
"Bitch," she snarled to no one, tossing the camera aside. "I'll get you. You can't hide from me."