Seeing the girl brought back a little flashback from last night, which made me remember why I asked Paul to bring me here after work today.
"Park the car," I said as Paul stepped on the accelerator again. I removed my blazer, unbuttoned my sleeve, rolled it up, picked up my phone, and stepped out of the car.
I didn't have to stand in line to get into the club; not when you have the kind of influence and money I have, getting in was quite easy.
"A glass of martini," I said to the bartender upon reaching the bar.
I could not afford to get wasted today again and have to rush to the office again, so I was keeping it simple. Besides, I had my reasons for stopping by the club tonight.
I loved the lady that stripped on Xavier's bachelor's night. I loved her performance, and I had hopes of seeing her perform again last night, but she did not. Rather, she performed on one of the poles for regulars, and I know that because the boys had dared me to go talk to a lady that kept staring at me like I was a meal all night from the bar, so I had the opportunity to see her perform. That's bad if you ask me. She's talented. I'm curious why she wasn't always performing for VIPs; for the type of show she puts on, she'd make more money from VIPs than regulars.
I ordered three martinis, one after the other. I sipped all of them, and she wasn't out yet. She hadn't performed for either the regulars or the VIPs. I guess this was a mistake, waiting for her to come on stage like I had nothing better to do with my life. I paid for the drinks and was about to leave when two girls came on stage, putting on masks.
I didn't need a soothsayer to know which one of them was her. While the other was a bit thin and taller, she was slim and thick with a tiny waist and a very defined curve. A nicely shaped ass and big boobs to balance the equation.
God must have taken out time to craft this body because it was perfect. Those legs were long and straight, perfect for a heeled shoe.
I didn't realize I was gawking at her for a long time, till the DJ changed the music. Then she got off stage, giving a chance for someone else to come on stage and continue from where she stopped, and I stepped out of the club and into the SUV. I had been in there for hours because it was past ten already, but I wasn't ready to go home just yet.
We waited for another hour and people had started to take their leave, but she was nowhere to be found in the crowd of people trooping out. I thought since she's a worker, she's probably waiting to get paid or something. I didn't care. I was determined to wait.
Moments later, she came out, and luckily for me, she headed towards the path where the car was parked. I asked Paul to give her my business card. The stare I gave her in the club was enough. I wasn't going to injure the remaining ego I had left.
Paul came down from the car and walked over to her.
"Excuse me, ma'am," Paul said.
"Yeah?" she asked.
"My boss asked me to give you his card," he said, and I deadpanned in the car. That's not how you pick up the ladies.
"Huh," she said, with confusion evident in her tone. "He would love to properly apologize for almost running you over earlier," Paul went on to disgrace me.
"As I said, it's fine, and why is your boss not the one delivering his card himself?" she asked, stressing the b-word.
"He's very occupied at the moment, so he can not give you his card himself," Paul replied
, "Rich people and their problems," she huffed.
"Go tell your boss I said he shouldn't bother about giving an apology. I did not sustain any injury, "she said and began to walk off.
"He insists, ma'am," Paul said
"This is getting weird now. She said, raising her tone a little, then she walked off without stopping to look at him, but what Paul said next did not only stop her from walking too far It surprised me because I can't remember discussing such a thing with him. I only had that thought not too long ago.
" He has a contract for you, one that pays very well. To my surprise, she collected the card. "So, if you could give him a call and get him to meet up with you, that would be great," he said, stretching out his hands.
"They are all the same; they only care about how much they make," I muttered.
I didn't say a word to Paul as he stepped into the car because my ego was too hurt for me to speak to anyone right now, so I sat in silence till I got home.
Dinner was already served when I got home, so I went to the dining room to have dinner, and after I had my fill, I went up to my bedroom, took a warm shower, changed into my pyjamas, and claimed unto my tempting bed to crash for the night, not before setting an alarm for 7 a.m. and double checking to be sure I didn't set the wrong time again.
I was so tired and I know tomorrow will not be any better. I just hope I'll do more signing of documents than attend meetings, but then it would be nice to let Adam know that I'm no longer hungover, so there would be no need to torment anyone with his annoying attitude.
My eyelids were getting heavier by the second, so I turned off the room light with the switch just slightly above the headrest and covered myself with my duvet.
What a night, I thought to myself as I drifted to sleep.