'Excuse me sir but am going to have to ask you to leave, no idling please!?' Jacob was startled from his reverie by a sassy waitress pointing to a huge banner on the wall, NO IDLIING.
'She just had to!' He thought, bringing himself to an upright position. The night was over for him. At least until the following week when he could enjoy the high life. High society had its own lure. The soft life. The good life. The grass always seemed greener on the other side and Jacob preferred it that way; because he could have something to place his faith in. Something to hope for. Something that kicked him out of bed in the morning despite a bad hangover.
'He's with me ma'am, no need', a soft commanding feminine voice told the irritable waitress off. She was seated on the table adjacent to Jacob's, just a few yards away; Elegant, devastatingly beautiful but sad, yet kind in her manner. She had this boss attitude about herself. A woman who knew her worth, who didn't cut her price. Bold and beautiful. An African woman with rich heritage. A queen.
'You want to a have a puff?' She asked Jacob eyeing the partly burnt cigar. Still whole.
'No, no, no ma'am I'll be on my way... You see work...' Jacob was polite in his manner. Slagging in speech. Trying to grasp the tone of this elegant lady. Still wondering how on earth the conversation is happening in the fast place.
'Didn't your mama teach you that it's rude to turn down a lady's requests!?' She slowly paced, swinging her full hips with a soft swagger, and sat facing Jacob from across the coffee table. Jacob inevitably remained seated not only because of the charisma this lady commanded subtly, but also because he couldn't keep his eyes off her feminine physique, soft and tender; oozing raw sexual energy. The kind that makes the whole room uncomfortable when she walks in.
For a while they eyed each other, Jacob still tensed. Then slowly warming up to her aura. As if learning the beats of a new and interesting song on the radio by heart. In that split second, he already saw them together somewhere in the white sandy beaches of Malindi, with nothing on but shorts and lingerie. Intimate in every moment. How they would look good together, if only he had the pockets to run a woman with such expensive taste. If only
Who might she be? Do I know her and have probably forgotten about her... Shit, that's never cool. It gets harder to get laid by forgetting their names...
'Have we met?' Jacob asked still seated at the chair's edge. Drinking the pleasure of engaging such a gorgeous lady. Dazzled by her ethereal nature. Her attention to detail. The way she sounded, her smell, her make up.
'No,... Not really... I just noticed you are quite loyal to this place; every first Monday of the month you come here right? ' She enquired suggestively with a smirk on her face and eyes, stretching up to sip the Hennessy that was by the smoldering wooden cigar, slowly folding her legs, exposing her chocolaty thighs against her luring mini-skirt. This had Jacob sit back comfortably so that he could steal a glimpse at her skin; which compelled his will against leaving. She noticed this and liked it herself. The power she had to bring men to their knees. As if she were queen and men her subjects. She wanted a man who could stand up to him, compliment her femininity in every way. A man that wasn't intimidated by her money and power. Instead someone who understood that she was also a woman and needed to be heard and taken care of. Someone she could call on at any time, that would listen to her complain about irrelevant things that made absolutely no sense. Someone who could listen to these trivial matters as if they mattered. She wanted to be acknowledged.
'Isn't sipping that whiskey a foul play on this body of yours....' Jacob said in an attempt to break the ice. This contradiction ate at him.
Why would an impossibly beautiful woman take hard liquor. He wondered away. He didn't trust women who drunk. Alcohol had a way of making people a social menace. The thought if having to handle a lose woman turned him off completely.
'Would it be foul play if it Was done in moderation? Isn't moderation the the best policy?' She retorted, 'I own the place, give me a break. Smoke some...' she persisted in her request with a gloat in her tone, nudging Jacob to the cigar she noticed he paid particular attention to. She despised men who smoke. They reeked and it turned her off completely. This was a standard test for her.
Will he pass or will I smash?