She clasped the edge of the pool table in a manner that invited attention to her perfectly manicured nails. Under the dimly lit room ablaze with thumping drum beats and bad vocals, you could make out her dark curls nestled around her bare shoulders. Her eyes shone in the darkness and one could distinguish the distinct bright hazel shade as she looked straight at her target. It was as if to announce to the world her interest in him and invite his attention.
The club was always full of people. Young, old, round, thin, pretty, vulgar, regulars and the new comers. Despite the different caricatures they displayed on the outside – one thing never changed. Everyone was looking for someone – someone they thought they knew, or even more regularly, thought that didn’t exist at all.
For the ones believing the former, all strangers were viewed meticulously and quick mental scan of each was conducted to shortlist a few specimens. Post this exercise, slow attempts were made at establishing eye contact, brushing against each other’s shoulders – all in the hope that at one moment, both sides would be overwhelmed with an electrifying feeling that allowed greater physical proximity. Heavily intoxicated, most would mistake the anguished hormonal sensitivities for such a moment, only to realize the next morning, that their torturous hangovers were more long lasting than the last night’s attractions.
Every night, she would carefully observe each entrant into the club. Most would turn around to give her a second look. Many would be in wonder of her smooth skin and would gingerly take the opportunity to slide their fingers around her bare back with an impish expression. Some would try and come closer. She was always very forthcoming in inviting such attention and mostly would let these hairy masculine fingers cup themselves around her.
The women however would react oppositely – horrified at first and later throwing looks full of jealously as the attention of their men would slip towards her. After all, what was wrong in indulging them? It allowed them for few moments, the feeling of being in control and in charge – something, they would long for all their lives. She would act coy and look at them for some time before gently leading them onto the dance floor and moving on to the others, craving her attention.
Tonight, she looked especially stunning. The little silver bells that adorned her neck were new and already were becoming a hit among the regulars. Several glances followed her slow yet sensuous strides from the club’s entrance to the pool table, where she occupied her favorite position.
And that is when she saw him enter.
He sported a rugged look, to accessorize his chiseled figure. In a nonchalant manner, he lit a cigarette and leaned on the high table to take a good look around. Their eyes met for a moment – her heart beat doubled as he let out a half smile. Was she truly experiencing a moment of passion with this stranger, should she initiate an interaction? Before she could complete her rushing train of thoughts, he walked up to her. With supreme confidence, he let his fingers slide against her hair and then onto her back, and she let out a gentle moan. The crowd turned around to witness this passionate moment and let out wistful sighs complete with whistles. Even the club’s owner, a handsome middle aged man, paused to observe this unison.
“You know Jack”, the owner shouted across to her new found lover “She is very particular in choosing her men but she clearly has a thing for you! She only let me this close to her after weeks of staying with her – and that too, in spite of seeing me right from when she was a tiny cub.”
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