Rocking

The private room is loud and dark. Neon lights decorate the very upscale bar. You order an espresso martini with Di. You watch as Sara chats with Angie.

“So, Di…” You just about scream because of the thunderous bass. “Think they’ll be male strippers?”

“You never know. Angie was supposed to have planned this, but it sure feels like it was mostly Sara.”

You watch Xabra and Natasha grab Angie. There is something about their hungry expressions and long canines that bothers you, but everything is normal.

You order another round of drinks as Sara struts over.

“How are my besties?”

“It’s a bit loud.”

Sara laughs. She looks into your eyes. “You should get out on the dance floor.”

Suddenly you want to dance. You grab Di and motion for her to follow you. Sara follows behind.

The music is intense and the three of you spend the next hour on the floor.

You are tired and sweaty as you make your way back to the bar. The girls follow you. You take a seat next to a pale man in an expensive suit.

Sara moves between you and him.

“Tara, this is Antonio, he owns several companies.”

You aren’t quite sure who he is, but from Sara’s introduction you know he’s rich.

“Nice to meet you, Antonio.”

“Likewise. Any friend of Sara’s is a friend of mine.”

“Sara?” You give her a what is he doing here look.

“He’s one of the high rollers. I really shouldn’t be mixing business with pleasure. I’ll be right back.”

Sara and the high roller disappear. A few minutes later Sara reappears. You swear she has blood on her lips. She licks her lips and it’s gone. It must just have been a trick of the light. Everything is normal.

You manage a few more drinks and the events get blurry. You still want to dance more but Sara herds you out to a waiting Uber.

You crash.