Its 8:00 and I’m assisting the owner with opening the bar up. I am a bouncer, so I have to be there before everyone else. Everybody envies me because in my job I get to see and greet a lot of different women. The women actually come to me to flirt, or engage in normal conversation. Usually the first thing they always ask is “Why do you always look so serious?” or “Don’t you ever smile?” It’s a job to me. I mean don’t get me wrong, it’s a fun job. I love my line of work, but I also take my job very seriously, and normally don’t make it a habit to mix business with pleasure… normally.
Well that all changed in one night. Everything was the same as usual. The DJ is playing the latest, the bartenders are pouring shots, and the owner is running the show. The promoter is making his rounds, thanking everybody for coming out that night. I’m standing at the door checking ID’s when I check one that I recognized. I recognized it because I had seen it before. It was a woman whose face looked very familiar, but I couldn’t remember who she was, when I saw her last, or why the picture on her ID is even striking my brain like a Tibetan man striking a gong. I just couldn’t figure it out. So I brushed it off and let her in. She looked up at me without moving her head, held out her hand and said “Well are you going to help me up the stairs?” I replied “Yes ma’am”. After she got to the top step, she said “Thank you”. Of course as the gentlemen that I am, I told her she was welcome. As she started to walk away, she turned and said to me “I didn’t think your gentlemen like nature was only temporary”. “Temporary?” I asked. “Yes, I didn’t have to ask last time”. I wasn’t sure that I understood her clearly, so I had to ask her, “Have we met? Do I know you?” She then in turn replied “Why yes we have. You don’t remember me? I’m the girl from the other night”. Then she walked away as her eyes patrolled my body up and down checking me out like Lioness stalking its prey. I couldn’t remember, so I tried to brush it off and concentrate on my job but it just kept popping into my head. I tried so hard but I couldn’t remember a thing. I could tell my mind was blocking something, because I would have vague images of this very same woman pop into my head, but I couldn’t make out anything. It was a strange mystery, like in some weird sex novel or something.
The door was covered and no one was coming in at that time so I decided to walk through the club to make sure nothing unusual was happening. As I walked through the dance floor, I notice “the girl from the other night” was out there dancing. She looked so beautiful. She danced as if she was putting on a private show and making love to anyone who was watching. Her bedroom eyes, luscious lips, sexy thighs and powerful hips. She had a body that was carved by God and forged by the devil. If I were to give her body a nickname I would call it The Funeral, because everybody she walks by falls over and dies. When you look back down the street, you see dead bodies for blocks. As I passed by her and her hair was whipping in the air, I caught a whiff of her perfume. Her scent was so toxic, it left me dizzy and paralyzed to the point I almost fell to my knees. Instantly I traveled on a rollercoaster ride that exploded with all of these wild thoughts, and visions of what seemed like an immense night of extreme lust, and passion between us that got so out of control that when it was over we hardly catch our breath. We were both lucky. I was lucky I didn’t pass out, and have to go to the hospital, because she damn near killed me. She was lucky that the neighbors didn’t call the police on her for a noise violation. But hey, I can say if it were true, the neighbors know my name… but I still don’t know hers. She is still the girl from the other night. And I’m not even sure all of that actually happened. Yes I had a vision, which was an upgrade from the blocked memory that I was having, and now it seems that things are starting to come together. However, it doesn’t mean that it really happened. I mean, if it did, I’m pretty sure I would remember that. That vision felt like it was so real, and it seemed like it didn’t end for days. I was so confused.
I needed some air for a minute or two. So I stepped outside to smoke. Not two minutes and guess who comes outside right behind me and asks for a light? “The girl from the other night”. Then she said, “I see your smoking habit wasn’t temporary either”. I just couldn’t understand what she meant when she kept saying temporary. So of course you know I had to ask. “How do we know each other again?” Again she replied I’m “the girl from the other night”. I know this is some kind of a game to her and she must want me to play along. I’m not one for these games when I’m trying to seriously get some answers here, but she really wasn’t leaving me much choice, so I played along. I asked her “What do mean when you say temporary?” She’s says,”Usually guys put on a front to make themselves appear to be what they really aren’t, but I could tell that with you it wasn’t a show.” “With me, when?” She replies, “The other night. You don’t remember?” I scratch my beard and reply “No, I don’t, that’s what I’m trying to figure out because I don’t see how I could have ever had any kind of night with someone as gorgeous as you and not even remember it.” She puts out her cigarette, and walks towards me. With her right hand on my chest, and her left hand running her fingers through my hair and down to my neck. With her right she caresses my face, and rubs my beard. She looks deep into my eyes with so much passion. It was like she was trying to put me in a trance. She then leans in and kisses me.
Now I know what happened. At first I tried to pull away because I barely knew this woman, but I suddenly started to remember what happened the other night as it replayed in my mind. So I couldn’t let go, because after being lost and confused the whole night, I just had to know. Then it was also a bonus that she tastes so good. She was wearing a scented pink lip gloss that was also flavored. It tastes like cotton candy. A kiss as sweet as this makes it hard to let go, and walk away.
As the visions flowed through my mind, I could see everything so clearly as if it were happening right then. We were in a hotel sweet. I am standing on the balcony, still in uniform, overlooking the city. I suddenly feel hands running along the skin of my vest from my stomach to my chest. Buttons being undone and the vest unzipped and pulled off my shoulders. She turns me around to see it’s her. She gazes into my eyes, again she tries to hypnotize. I through my vest onto the balcony chair. We make eye contact once more as she unzips my sweater and removes it herself throwing it onto the balcony ledge. I thought it was an odd place to throw my sweater but I was too caught up in the moment to care. She then turns my face back to look at her, pulls me close and kisses me. She then said to me, “Now I beseech you take me, or your pants go OVER the ledge.” Taking her seriously, and out of the concern of losing my pants in a different way other than what I had intended for, I complied.
Picking her up, she wraps her feet around my waist. We lock eyes as I carry her to the bed, and lay her in it. She takes things up a notch and start yanking the rest of my clothes off. She sighs in despair and says, “How much shit do you have on?!” I had on several shirts so I could stay warm outside and not have to wear a jacket. This made it easier to get to the police gear on my vest. She rips off my bullet proof vest I was wearing underneath. She had become so frustrated and impatient that she chose tear off the last two shirts in one movement. She threw them across the room, and as she started to lay back, popped her collar and said, “Now come get your desert… and don’t forget to eat the cherry.” We began kissing again as I took off her black blazer. Next I slowly peel away her oh so tight black stretch pants. I began kissing her body. I started with her ear, moved to her neck, and then I ran my chilling, wet, tongue from her neck all the way down her body. I pull off her sexy knee high boots one at a time. Hmmm, I love knee high boots. I call them hooker boots. I slide her pants the rest of the way off as she anxiously awaits the return of my lips to hers. As I come back up she sits up to meet me half-way. She couldn’t wait any longer. “No patience, huh?” I said to her. “Shut up,” she replied. I lift her silk red tube top up just enough to trap her arms in the air and cover most of her face, exposing only her mouth. I began to tease her by grazing her lips with mine. Barely touching her she would reach out with her lips to catch mine like a cat trying to catch a butterfly. I was driving her crazy but she enjoyed it, smiling every time she missed, but knowing it was only a matter of time before I would give in and let her catch me. She decided she had enough and let me know by wrapping her legs around me and squeezing. And so I let go before those powerful legs squeezed out all of the air I thought I owned.
She slides her arms and head out of her top and continues kissing me. We slide further onto the bed and I blindly remove her silk red thong. She then takes the thong from my hands before I could throw it, pulls it over my head and down around my neck. She wraps her hand in it and keeps it taunt so that she could control me, and I wouldn’t get away, like a jockey racing her thoroughbred. She uses her other hand to unbuckle my belt and unfasten my pants. This is where I knew “the girl from the other night” was talented when she was able to take my pants and my underwear off, in one movement, with her feet. I shit you not; it only took her two seconds. Finally, all of our clothes are off and all over the room, like in the movies. Kissing is great, but it’s time to move on with the show. I move low and slow to indulge in her sweet nectar, and oh was it so sweet. I took my time with it as she said “Make sure you eat every last drop.” I made certain of it. I even licked the plate clean. She tried to grab my hair and hold on like cowgirl trying to ride a bull. I picked her up as she wrapped her legs around my neck, and lock her feet across my chest. She pulls my hair, pushing my head back so my tongue will hit her sweet spot. I could feel her muscles tensing and her breathing getting heaving. Her heart beat was pumping so hard I could feel her pulse through her leg, onto my neck. She couldn’t help but to gyrate and rock her hip back and forth on my face, as she let out a high pitched squeak every now and again. I was pleased that I was pleasing her.
I continued until she came and suddenly had an uncontrollable shiver. I laid her on the bed and she released me from her bond. I pulled her thong from around my sore neck, and pulled the covers over us. She laid there out of breath, motionless, and relieved. I chose that time to make my move. She was surprised that I was ready to continue so soon, as I slid myself inside her. She had to dig deep and pull out every ounce of strength she had left, to take what I was giving her, and keep up with me. I took my time though. We started out slow and easy so to give her a chance to recoup some before going all out. Then we began our intense session of heart racing, sweat dripping, heavy breathing, hair pulling, and lust filled sex as I thrust my hips and she rocked and rolled hers until we reached a climax that was so powerful we lost our voices from screaming and grunting so much.
She looked me in my eyes kissed me in a way I had never experienced. I became dizzy, and all of a sudden back in front of the club, and still kissing her. And just like that, it was over. I had forgotten it was a memory of her, with me. And now I remember how she became “the girl from the other night.” She pulled her lips away from mine, then smiled and said “Did that refresh your memory? Now I bet you’ll never forget me again.” I was speechless, and no sooner than when I part my lips to speak, I felt a sharp pain on my finger. I looked down and noticed my cigarette had burnt all the tobacco off and the flame was down to the filter therefore burning my finger. I put it out. When I looked up, she was gone. I can’t say I wasn’t disappointed. Though she was no longer standing there I still answered her question and said “No, I will never forget you.” I still don’t know her name. When I came back inside and apologized for taking so long outside, he looked at me and laughed; saying, “For what?! That was the fastest smoke break you’ve ever taken? Are you finally quitting?” It felt like I was out there for days. When I told him about the woman he laughed again and said “You got that far with her and you don’t even know her?! You of all men never go that far with a woman you don’t even know! She must have been a powerful woman. Who is she?” I told him “I don’t know. She is the girl from the other night.”
The Truth B Told,
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