While I waited, I looked around the room. The bar was located on the right, so I had to turn to the left to see the dance floor. There was a railing a few feet away which blocked the dance floor from the bar area and further down to the right were two pool tables.
I never explored the club, choosing to stay where I was to scope out who I’d want to pick up for the night. There were a variety of people who went to the club. You had the partiers, the college crowd, the girl groups, the guy groups, and the ones who wanted to get laid. The ones who went out to the club by themselves hoping someone would take the bait, and that was exactly what I was looking for.
Tommy walked back over, setting a napkin down before he placed my drink on top. “Let me know when you want another,” he said before walking off.
I picked up the drink and took a sip, then turned to look out on the dance floor. A provocative song was playing and the women were putting on a show. I liked to watch what they did when a man would walk up behind them and start rubbing themselves all over. They usually never turned to see who they were dancing with. They turned and looked in my direction, made eye contact, and danced for me. If there were anything I’d ever thank John for, it’d be my looks. I knew I was attractive, and I used it to my advantage.
I spotted a brunette in a tight, strapless blue dress. She was dancing alone fairly close to the railing, so I had a good view. She danced for herself and had the attention of every guy looking out at the dance floor. She was swaying her curvy hips and rubbing her hands over her body. Every guy who came up to her was pushed away. I grinned at her actions. She knew exactly what she was doing.
The song ended, and she stood there for a minute to catch her breath before she walked off the dance floor. I turned my body back toward the bar and saw Tommy look my way with a smile, like he knew what I was about to do.
The space beside me had no customers, so she squeezed in and lifted a hand to Tommy. He nodded at her and she placed her hand back down on the bar. I watched her from the corner of my eye as I lifted my drink to my lips. I could see her looking at me, so I turned my head toward her. She smiled and looked away. I drank the rest of my drink, placed it down on the napkin and then looked back at her. She was tall with big brown eyes which looked exotic. I tried to imagine what she looked like naked, but the only image coming to mind was Emma.
I closed my eyes and shook my head, running a hand down my face. I needed to get her out of my system.
“You come here a lot,” I heard from beside me.
I turned toward her with my eyebrows pinched together. Her statement took me off-guard. “Excuse me?”
“I’ve seen you in here a couple of times,” she stated as she leaned in closer to me. I could smell the alcohol on her breath and knew she wouldn’t be the one for me for the night. I didn’t like them drunk. They needed to be able to make a wise decision before I took them to the condo. She placed her hand on my shoulder and brought her lips to my ear. “I’ve seen you here before…and you never leave with the same girl.”
She pulled back with a smile as if she’d just accomplished something, but all she did was deter me from being there. Obviously I’d gotten her attention before, but this was a game to me. I didn’t want pussy being thrown in my face.
Tommy came over and placed a fruity drink in front of Ms. Blue Dress.
“You want another one?” Tommy asked me, yelling over the music. I shook my head and he walked off. The place was filling up with more people and it looked like it was about time for me to go.
I pulled out my wallet and placed a fifty on the bar. Then I felt a hand on my thigh.
“You’re not leaving already, are you?” she asked with a pouty expression.
I picked her hand up and flicked it off my leg. “Sorry, but you’re not my type,” I said as I stood up and headed for the door. I wasn’t usually an asshole, but if I was ever to go there again, I didn’t want her thinking she could approach me. It wasn’t the way I did things.
I pulled my phone out and looked at the time, noticing it was close to eleven. I was just going to head home. I needed to figure out what I was going to do about Emma.
Chapter 9
Mason – Seventeen years old
I was in my room doing my homework. I had a big history test coming up on Thursday, and I wanted to make sure I knew everything. Exams would be coming soon and with graduation around the corner, I wanted to have all A’s.
I was summarizing the chapter I had just read when John came into my room. He was wearing his usual suit and tie. I never understood why he wore a suit around the house, and I never saw him wear anything else. It was as if he was trying to impress himself.
“Come here,” he commanded with the wave of his hand. “I have something for you.”