12:45

It was 7:30 when she finally arrived to pick me up.

Of course, driving your typical high-class car (how could I expect anything less); a BMW 645Ci silver in color. Okay, I admit it was a sweet car and I was totally stoked to be rollin’out tonight in style.
I kissed my husband, said good night to the kids and headed excitedly out the door. Not only to see her and begin the evening, but to get a closer look at the car. Jesus, I’m immediately jealous….

So I hop in, and she looks hot. No really, hotter than ever. She’s wearing black… well, barely. I remark on how well the plunging neckline compliments her breasts. Immediately she blushes a bit as she looks down to check it out her self, and agrees. “Yeah, I figure with all the action tonight I should be prepared.”

“Oh yeah? What exactly do you have up your sleeves?” I ask, buckling securely and admiring the soft leather seats.
Her grin permeates as she puts the car in gear and begins to gas it “It’s a surprise. But I guarantee you’ll like it.”

“Shit” I laugh a little, trying to suppress the excitement of being on our own “I’m going to remember tonight for a long time, aren’t I?”

“Oh yeah sweetie… oh yeah.” And with that, we hit the interstate and careened down the freeway heading northward.

The car ride was longer than expected, but one I enjoyed… it was a far cry from my car… Not that there’s anything wrong with my car, mind you. The sound system was amazing and she welcomed me to sit in the back and watch porn on the dvd player, if I wanted.
“Jesus Red” I laughed heartily “What are you doing with porn in your car.”

“First of all” she downshifts and hits the express lane “This is my husbands car.”
“Secondly” she adds, still accelerating to an even 85 “You never know when you’ll need it.” Then she laughed devilishly. I fucking love it when she does that.
I listen closely to the sound of the car, purring heavenly down the interstate without duress… I fucking love that too.

About 45 minutes later, we hit a small bar just north of the city, notorious for its’ billiards. I am curious “Are we going to play?”
“No no, I just like the atmosphere. I thought we could slam a couple before we hit the club tonight. What do you think, is that okay?”
I checked my watch and noticed it was only around 8:20. She’s right, it was still way too early. “Yeah of course, it’s cool with me."

We checked out with the valet and strutted in… I swore I counted at least 5 games of pool compromised as we made a go for a table.
She ordered a martini, I ordered a baileys on ice… we talked about life, love, and how quirky living alternate life-styles are. Going from mommy to career woman to vixen is just so much like going zero to 60 in a split second... It was an enlightening conversation, and a wonderful connection with somebody who I considered just a ‘fling’previously.
After this, I could not bring myself to consider her just a fling anymore… There was just something about the way we spoke that was 'tight', almost as if we'd been friends forever. I felt good, better than I had in a long time.

Halfway through our second round, I found myself noticing the bar was filling up nicely. “What time is it?” She asked over the congestion of the crowd.
I shout back “It’s 9:34. Should we go?”
She nods in acceptance back… I down the last of my second Baileys on ice (which is mostly water by now), and we make our way to the front.

Again, sweet car... and you better believe the heads turned as we gracefully hopped in, booted up the porn, and drove off down the boulevard.

We arrive at the club around 10:15 and there’s a line outside. I look on in dispair as she pulls up to the front and parks.
Longingly wishing that I had worn pants tonight… it’s cold and that line is massive.

“What is this place?” I murmur, half upset about the whole waiting and freezing my ass off in the rain thing... “There’s no name or sign.”

“It’s the club.” She answers back, getting on her cell phone.

“The club? You call it the club.”
I am curious, but wondering what the fuck?
She’s making a phone call parked right in the front of the door. Sure, it’s raining a tad but this is ridiculous. “Was this my secret?” I continue.

“Hey!” She snaps into the phone “When was somebody going to make their way out here to get my car.” And then silence, as I can faintly hear somebody talking frantically on the other end… she nods “Uh-huh, just tell him to get out here.” About 10 seconds later a large man jogs out from the entrance and rushes to the car where we’re waiting.

“What the fuck? You knew we’d be here at 10:30.” She spouts at the poor guy, who is opening the door and helping her out. I didn't have the heart to tell her we were 15 minutes early. My door comes open and another man asks for my hand to assist me. I look on again at the long-ass line as the rain falls softly. I can hear the pounding base line from inside the club, and I immediately want to dance… damn that teasing base line.
Wondering how drenched I’d be by the time we actually got in there; I make my way around the back of the car to join the masses as the car slowly pulls away. She grabs my hand and tugs me the opposite direction “No honey, this way.”

We walked straight in, no line. What the fuck.

'The club’ was packed. Yes, packed. Normally, I don’t do huge crowds… so I felt a little uncomfortable squeezing in between the crowd to reach the bar. Of course, what would crowd dodging be without an occasional slight grab to the ass; which both of us received (of course). As an addition to that thought, I must admit that I was the one who grabbed hers. It was only to see her giggle, that’s all… I swear.

As we meandered through the huddles I observed the dance floor; double tiered, lights going mad… it looked inviting. But my sweet date gripped my hand tight as we continued past it and to the bar.

We shoved our way into the lines of thirsty visitors “Tony, give me the regular” she shouts "and add a double for my friend.” She looks back at me and grins, “You like the lighted bar?”
I look down onto the glass topped bar, alive with a slight neon glow. “That’s cool..” I nod, was that you’re idea?”
Okay, so you know I was grasping there; she has to be a regular here… if not, then an owner. At least that is what I was assuming.

“Yeah!” Her face brightened “So you know?”

I shake my head back, affirming a clear no “No… but you’re gonna tell me when we get our drinks…right?”

“Right” she purses her lips “Tony, jesus hurry up.” The bartender worked crazily, tossing bottles and chucking ice. The other two behind the bar heisted the drinks to the patrons, who swarmed with hands of money extended. It gave me a chance to take notice of the people there, to maybe see if there were any recognizable faces.

Immediately my attention is turned to the end of the bar; where there amidst the neon glow reflection sits a face that I swore was familiar to my dreams. We made eye contact as I stared blankly and semi-confusedly… He smiled and dropped his glance shyly. I grin a little from his timidness.

She slams a drink into my hand “Come on… let’s go over there” pointing to a spot on the wall near the DJ booth. Well, I can’t say near since the DJ was situated on the third tier of the dance floor… hurriedly exchanging music, and bopping to the beat of the hip-hop selection currently playing.

I look back over to the deja vu guy with whom I’d exchanged school yard glances with, but he’s gone…. Pity.
I then look to Nick the bartender, who winks at me and grins as he works his concauctions. I give him an approving nod as I taste my poison, and we scurry away with our drinks in hand to our destination.

Perhaps I haven’t covered the fact that I knew something was awry tonight. What with the spontaneous car valets, the VIP treatment at the front door, the fact that no money exchanged hands at the bar… I mean, I was prepared for anything tonight of course. But I had no intention that tonight would be so fucking outrageous.
Something was in store though, and I knew this for certain since I had never been out with my sweet red head without something bizarre happening sexually.

I eventually concluded I should just go with it, and be expecting anything to happen at anytime. And then I realize that I can be whatever I want tonight; I can be myself… not the mother, not the wife, but the steamy red-hot woman inside who had been dying to break out since our dinner with them months ago.

By the end of my thought we had reached our resting space, a shallow wall adjacent from the dance floor, yet close enough to the DJ to enjoy the light show. She reaches over and motions to cheers my glass, I match her raise and we celebrate being two hot ladies on the town… and being together. I turn to her, and notice how beautiful her auburn hair is pinned up… sloppily, but extremely sexy. The black dress clings tightly to her curves, accentuating her deft waist. She flirts back at me with her eyes and smiles, as if she knows I’m admiring her.
I lean into her, only centimeters away from the nape of her neck, wondering if I should kiss it… wanting to.
“I think you look really great tonight by the way” I suppress the thought of assaulting her neck, just yet “I can’t help but wonder what it would be like if we were alone instead.”

“No worries” she compelled as she gulped her cocktail “There’s always somewhere.”

And that’s when I knew… the party had just begun.