The atmosphere of the club shocked me back into reality. It was loud and smoky, and the lights flashed in an obscene display of technology. It was the antithesis of our encounter outside and made me wish I could return. I quickly walked to the bathroom and straightened myself up.
Once I had it together, I returned to my mixer to wait for the headlining band.
Just as I sat down, I saw the door in the back open, and she stepped back into the club, looking around nervously. I’m not sure if she was worried about someone suspecting what happened or if she was trying to get an idea who her mystery lover was. I intentionally looked away to avoid suspicion.
As she walked toward the front of the club, I put my hand in my pocket and touched her panties, still wet with her juices. I smiled, but it was already accompanied by an empty feeling as I watched her exit the club and step out into the night, out of my life forever.
~~~~~
“Jide, what happened to you?” Buchi exclaimed, concern clearly etched on his face.
It had been two weeks since the night I worked at the club. They hadn’t been easy on me. Once the high of my encounter with the woman had ended, I was faced with a feeling of emptiness, almost like losing a lover. I told myself it was insane. How could I miss someone whose name I didn’t even know? Somehow, it felt like more than sex to me, and I had been sleepwalking through the last two weeks, barely alive.
“Jide?” Buchi repeated. I looked up and tried to smile.
“You know, same old shit,” I answered, trying to sound nonchalant.
“The way I heard it, you should be in a lot better mood,” he said with a wink.
“Oh shit, don’t tell me you know about the backroom,” I said in embarrassment.
Buchi smiled. “Don’t you know by now that there are eyes everywhere in this place. You’re becoming quite a legend around here, my friend.”
“I’m not going to get in trouble over that, am I?” I asked, both embarrassed and concerned. I knew that getting laid wasn’t why I was hired, and all it took was to get on the bad side of one club manager for work to dry up quickly.
“Please,” Buchi laughed, “you’re not going to get anything but pats on the back. So why don’t you tell me why you look like your dog died?”
I grinned weakly, “You have such a way with words.” I shrugged, “She was amazing, man. I can’t get her out of my head.”
“So call her.”
I looked down, “I can’t. I don’t know her name.” Buchi’s jaw dropped. “I know, sounds like every guy’s fantasy, right? Well, it isn’t. I’ve never been with anyone like her. It’s tearing me up.”
Buchi looked at me, clearly confused. “Why didn’t you get her name or number?”
“Shit, I didn’t even let her see my face. It seemed perfect. A nice little fantasy with the two of us out there. Once it ended, I realized she would turn around and see me. I couldn’t stomach the thought that she would be disappointed.”
“Disappointed?” he asked in shock. “What would make you think that?”
I shrugged, “You should have seen her Buchi, she was gorgeous. She had a passion I’ve never seen in a woman. It was amazing. Look at me. I’m in my thirties, I’m average-looking, barely making ends meet and the only thing exciting about me is the people I work with. She would have taken one look at me and it would have ruined her fantasy. I would have felt like total shit.”
“Come on, you don’t really believe that, do you?” he said. “You’re a good guy. All the girls here love you to death. Shit, my wife thinks you’re great. You should have given her a chance to decide for herself.”
I thought for a second. “Maybe you’re right; I just don’t know. It doesn’t make any difference. She’s gone forever. Even if I saw her again, what do I do, walk up and say, ‘Hey, I’m the guy who fucked you in the backroom. Want a date?’ There’s no way I’ll ever get another chance.”
He tried to cheer me up for a while, but there wasn’t anything he could say. I tried to lose myself in my work, not talking to anyone all night. Everyone noticed that I wasn’t myself, but let me be. I wondered how many of the staff knew about the backroom. It should have made me feel some sense of pride, but instead, it just reminded me of how much I felt like I missed out on an amazing opportunity. Something that was once in a lifetime.
There were three bands that night, each playing short sets, so I was very busy. It was nice because it kept me from thinking about how depressed I felt.
I watched the crowd listlessly all night, some part of me hoping to see her, but a bigger part afraid I might. I had no idea what I could possibly say to her, so seeing her would only add to my torment.
Shaking my head at how pathetic I felt, I walked toward the back door. The band needed about fifteen minutes to pack their stuff before I could start breaking down, and I didn’t want to be around anyone. I stepped out the door and stood, running my hands over the railing where she had been leaning that night.
Closing my eyes, I thought about her. The way she moved, the feel of her body and the way everything she did affect me. I felt like I was drowning in the memory when I heard the door open behind me.
“Yeah, I’ll be there in a minute,” I said without turning around. Cursing myself for being too much of a coward to talk to her and knowing what it probably cost me, I lowered my head.
I was startled out of my reverie by a touch on my shoulder. “Give me a second,” I snapped, trying to get myself together.
I pushed away from the railing and started to spin when a familiar voice said, “Sure,” stopping me dead in my tracks.
My breath caught in my throat, and my pulse quickened. I didn’t know what to do next, afraid that it was my imagination playing a trick on me.
“Don’t turn around,” she said, her body touching mine while her hands wrapped around my chest. “It’s more fun if you don’t look.” Her voice betrayed such amusement at my stunned reaction; I swear I could hear her smile.
“How . . . what . . .” I stammered, trying to ask a dozen questions at once.
“Shh,” she whispered, her hands working their way down my chest until they reached my pants. “We have a mutual friend.”
It hit me instantly. ‘Son of a bitch . . . Buchi’, I thought, remembering her talking to him at the door the first time I saw her. ‘That’s how he knew what happened.’
I turned around and looked at her, struck by the fact that I still didn’t know her name. She was every bit as beautiful as I remembered. Her eyes twinkled with excitement, showing none of the disappointment I had feared. I leaned forward and kissed her, savoring the taste of her lips for the first time. It was so exquisite; I wanted to stay locked in the embrace forever. She had other ideas, however, and pushed me away.
I looked down and saw her undoing my belt, then slide a hand into my trouser, where she grabbed my prick. “We can talk later. Right now, just think about how the band could walk out the door at any second. We better hurry.
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