He worked the room like he worked his body: hanging out with friends, chatting with girls, flirting outrageously with the older woman at the front desk.
I knew I would eventually see him at the bar where I worked. Men like him didn’t stay home on Saturday nights.
The night he showed up at my station, I was prepared. Having watched the game many times, I knew showing any interest would have been a dead giveaway.
Calmly I poured his rum and Coke and turned to the next customer.
Later when he wanted a refill, I made him wait. Any preferred treatment would have acknowledged his beauty and expose my vulnerability. I flirted with the other men, flashing a smile, laughing at joke – my attention directed anywhere but him.
Weeks passed before he noticed me at the gym, the message clear: he wasn’t the only player in this game.
“Hey, don’t you bartend at Hollywoods?”
“You know, its cool that you work out here too.”
“Right. Cool. I need to go. Psych test in the morning.” I left, hoping he believed my breathlessness was from the miles I ran on the treadmill.
My anticipation built as I awaited the weekend. When he walked in the bar, desire raced through my body. I threw him a bone, and had his rum and Coke waiting for him, served with a smile.
“My name is Rob.”
“Mandy. How’s it going?”
“What are you doing later? You want to grab a bite after your shift?”
“I’m closing tonight, so it’d have to be after 2.” I held my cool facade in place.
“Maybe we could hang out or something.”
“Sure. Come back after close, I’ll let the doorman know to let you in.” Nodding my dismissal, I escaped to the walk in cooler to cool down, thankful he was gone when I returned.
Closing time came after an eternity.
“I know where there’s a party, want to go?”
“It’s been a long night. Why don’t we go to my place so I can get out of these work clothes?” My innuendo sealed the deal.
I heard him mutter “Score!” under his breath as I grabbed my purse. Walking to my apartment, my yearning built with every step.
We didn’t make it off the elevator before his hands were all over me, in my hair, under my shirt, goosebumps cropping up in their path.
Catching my breath, I succumbed to my own exploration of the body that had been fueling my fantasies for weeks, his arms and chest against me as hard as in my dreams.
We stumbled to my door, breaking apart only so I could find my keys. “Where is your room?” he asked, as my fingers trembled against the lock.
“Down the hall, on the right.” It was happening too fast. I wanted to savor the moment, open this fantasy, one button at a time.
“I’ll be right there.”I watched his delicious ass walk away then slammed a beer to calm my nerves.
Taking a deep breath, I sauntered into my room and stopped dead at the sight before me.
Rob was admiring his naked body in my wall to wall mirror. He turned, preened, posed and flexed. And with each turn of his hips, his flaccid penis wagged and swayed.
I’ve finally forgiven him for ruining my fantasy. I’m certain he will never forgive me for my side splitting laughter.