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(Nicola Diaz)

Amy arrived back to her apartment deflated from the failed evening. The trendy new café proved to be a dud as neither of the men she'd met interested her in the least. They seemed too relaxed, too complacent. Amy craved physical action, she fell asleep and dreamed of meeting handsome strangers in a smoky dark room and following them to a sleazy motel and screwing her ass off the entire night. When she awoke Saturday morning, she had a plan.



As Amy applied the raspberry red lipstick she considered which nightclub to hit. She wanted one that would offer a good choice of men for her plan. Standing back, she admired the lady in the reflection. Four-inch stilettoes, black sequined body-hugging dress fitted right above her knee with a slit that rose half-way to her ass in the back. The plunging neckline revealed an abundance of fleshly mounds, eager to bounce and jiggle with the least movement. She smiled at her reflection, the smoky eyes beckoning with the come-hither stare. After grabbing the tiny sequined bag and throwing the chain over her shoulder, she left for the nightclub with the urge to make tonight one of impact.



The high gloss painted concrete floors of the club reflected the sparkling lights above as Amy's heels clicked over the floor, the door shutting behind her with the bouncer standing post and choosing who he'd let in based upon the looks of the individual. She chose a high-classed nightclub one in which was known for the upper echelon of society. Men dressed in suits meandered through the crowds, some with fancy-clad women on their arms, some without. It was the withouts Amy made eye-contact, lifting her chin and brow in approval, hoping to reel one toward her.



Amy sat at the bar and ordered another drink, a martini, one that made her look the part of a high-class escort. After she took a sip, she pulled her raspberry red lipstick and applied it, making a show of pressing her full lips together before her eyes scanned the crowd looking for a man. She swayed in her seat to the beat of the music as patrons came to the bar and ordered drinks. The place was hopping with a different caliber of people from the café she visited last night. Tall, handsome men sauntered by, one made eye-contact and offered a slight smile. Amy's brow rose in anticipation of possibilities.



The door opened and a suave character entered, tall, his hair dark hanging to his shoulders in soft waves. Sun-kissed skin and dark brown eyes met with her as he smiled as if Amy were the woman he expected to find sitting alone at the bar. His expensive tailored suit and pressed forest green shirt underneath matched his woodsy, earthy fragrance, mingled with money. Amy always thought the expensive department store colognes smelled of money.