The favorite was between husbands and ready to explore somewhere new. Knock on her door, and she's ready. She had on a denim mini skirt, which was split in the back providing an ever changing view of her well exercised hamstrings and quads. A green pullover shirt made of some type of elastic material providing all the support her petite frame needed. Shoes with just enough heel, good for walking or the dance floor if required, told me I might have to make a stop. No wild guess would be needed to see that’s all she wore. I never heard the favorite say "what am I to wear", or "give me a few minutes to change". Size six dimensions combined with a perfectly constructed smile caused you to want her in your passenger seat. I opened her passenger door just to watch her graceful maneuver into her seat.
We find our way to river road. Me, my mix tapes and a spring loaded body looking for new grooves. River road starts to be fun up north, before it runs into down town, and its like riding a kiddy ride in a night time amusement park. Only relaxing fun tonight, this road would only be an appetizer for some serious shifting and clutching. We talk about our latest discoveries, books being read, new music heard. Just moving no waiting destination. Good company doesn't muddy the mood with ground hog day details about life's redundant details. Silence also isn't a threat. So we're eventually riding downtown, looking at those who want to be looked at. People in cover charge lines, stressing to have a good time. I didn't plan to make any stops, but why not hit at least one spot. You know changes are small that you'll find a pleasant surprise. But like shopping in the bargain aisle in a discount store, there's always hope for a little luck. The Maxima is nice, but its not that nice. It can blend easily without attracting the wrong type of attention no matter where its parked.
One thing about exploring uncharted territory, you don't want to look anything like easy pickings for the Crack Boys. There goes that smirk. The favorite doesn't do it on purpose, but the expectation is there will be problems with the fellas, which is a turn on in itself. Whatever, lets see what happens.
She had eyed a run down joint, you know the type that shouts "should I go in there". With places like this you never knew, random chance "they be jammin". Go inside and the place has a Stephen King vibe. I mean not that’s its wild or anything its just that the people look like they could be featured in a street fair. The kind with those cheap rides that are more horrifying than any million dollar roller coaster. We enter and of course the favorite poses in an area to the side of the lobby so everyone can see those legs. Always that crowd pause for new arrivals. To the left of the entrance is a sectioned lounge with a bar that’s slightly busy. Ahead are steps leading down a level to the main section of the club which contains a dance floor and surrounding tables. To the far side is another small bar serving quick drinks. After some time passes, we're dancing. The place has made it past the pleasant surprise stage and is now on the "I'm gonna come back here again" list. I notice two sister's grinding away enthusiastically on the dance floor. I know place where you would have to pay to see something like that.
While my partner is still getting her workout on, I notice this gem of girl walk into door, small features, nice caramel skin, model hair, in a plaid mini skirt, matching jacket and a understated blue blouse. She was classy. So I dance it off to avoid the green eyed stare, and pay attention to the rhythm for minute I took another glance. Girl is top notch, but she ain't getting any play. She's just standing on the periphery with a few other guys, watching the crowd move. The guys are nicely dressed but seemed to have their focus placed elsewhere. Then the Crying Game realization hits me, here in this club its always a nite for that kind of type. Apparently the favorite knows this and is having a good laugh on me about it. I finish my pause then fall back into the groove. This place would become a frequent destination in the favorite's club rotation. Not bad for a much needed diversion.
