Runaway Love

As he puffed smoke from the last black in his pack he could not help but reminisce about the night before.  Dawn was amazing.  But tonight he was a bit preoccupied by the tall sister that stood before him.  Six feet one, caramel complexion, hourglass figure with a tattoo on the small of her back that was barely visible through the cigar smoke.

Tonight was his birthday.  He decided to treat himself to a little entertainment.  He had no idea what he was in stall for.  He could not remember just when he had started smoking blacks.  He just knew that it added to his nonchalant demeanor and that was all good.  They were at the bar.  He had been there for about an hour before she approached him with her request.  Prior to that moment he was quite content with finishing his last glass of gran marnier and calling it a night.  But little did he know that she had been checking him out the entire time he was there.

He was well groomed, unfazed by the atmosphere and quite attractive.  But none of these things really mattered to her.  The thing that did catch her attention was the fact that he paid for his last three drinks with consecutive one hundred-dollar bills. The change from each one was stacked neatly next to each other.  He pulled from the stacks to offer tips to the waitress.  This is what caught her eyes.  She decided to approach him.

“Hi, do you care if I join you?”

“No, not at all sweetheart.”

“Why are you just sitting at the bar? Wouldn’t you like a dance?”

“No, not right now.”

“Why not?”

“Well, I really did not come in here for a dance.  I just wanted to get f***ed up and have a little something to eat.”

“What’s your name?”

“Matthew.  What’s yours?”

“Isis.”

Now this was certainly an appropriate name.  For she wore her confidence and sexuality like royalty.  Hell, she walked as if she owned the place.  She decided to make another proposition.

“Oh this is my song.  Can I dance for you now?”

He looked her up and down.  Examining her from head to toe.  She was even more beautiful close up.  So he decided to accept.

“Sure. Why not?”

As the music played her body swayed and the gran marnier took its toll.  Matthew began to devise his plan. He ordered two more drinks for himself and each time he paid with a one hundred-dollar bill.  He knew these women were all about the money, nothing else.  Why would she be any different?  He could be butt a** ugly, as long as the money was flowing he was in there.  So he decided to see just what it would take to f** the badest bitch in the club.  And that she was. There were quite a few honeys there that night.  But, none compared to her.  She towered above them effortlessly.  He looked into her eyes with a smile and made his move.

“Isis.  That’s different.  How did you come up with that name?”

“Well, if you must know.  She was the first and most powerful goddess in Egyptian history.  Can you think of a more appropriate name for me?”

“I guess I couldn’t.  So, Isis what are you drinking?”

“Long Island iced tea baby.”

“Bartender can you please get an iced tea for my friend.”

“Thank you Matthew.  So, what do you do?”

“I am an architect.”

“I've never seen you in here before.  Is this your first time?”

“No.  But I don’t come in that often.  Tonight happens to be my birthday and I have the rest of the week off.  So I decided to treat myself.”

“Well, happy birthday and this last dance is on me.  What are you doing for your vacation?”

He really did not have any plans.   He was simply going to clean up around his house during his time off.  But, he decided to continue with his game.