No one looks forward to their office Christmas party - unless your office is a gym and your Christmas party is happening at a reserved club in Hollywood...
I was excited and nervous as our merry band of trainers, group instructors, and yogis made our way down the 101 to Hollywood. Dressed to kill in a tiny black dress that barely contained enough fabric to warrant the hundred dollars I'd spent, and a pair of sky-high stilettos I prayed to god I wouldn't tip over in, I desperately tried to look like I fit in with these beautiful people on our party bus.
I looked good. Cognitively, I knew that. The stares and appreciative once-overs of my male coworkers left little logical doubt that I was drool-worthy. Still, my nerves were firing on all cylinders until the trainer I admired almost more than any others leaned over and whispered, "You're fucking hot tonight. I didn't know you were working with all that." I beamed at her and relaxed a little as her approval washed over me like a calming breeze.
Angel. She looked amazing herself in a two-piece halter/skirt combo that showed off a set of killer legs and six-pack I would die for. The woman was nearly twice my age, but looked like she was exactly my age. She gave me a playful wink and turned back to her conversation with the yoga instructor on her other side. I took a deep breath and looked out the window as the vehicle made its way through the crowded Hollywood streets, thinking this little farm-girl was a long way from home. And I liked it.
We arrived at our destination - a posh nightclub, taken over by the employees of the posh gym I worked at. A trainer I'd been flirting with off and on for a couple of weeks held his hand out to help me not fall to my death while exiting the van, or maybe to make sure he got his hand on me first, and led me into the nightclub's bar. I'm sure he would have bought me a drink, but an open bar meant he didn't have to, and I didn't have to worry about my meager bank account.
The bartender took our orders and I downed two shots of tequila which spread through my veins, quickly dimming the buzz of nervous energy I'd felt moments before. Before he could flag the bartender for another, Angel appeared with a dry martini - my favorite - and stole me away with a grin.
"Let's dance!" She called over her shoulder as I downed my drink in two gulps, because how the hell was I supposed to dance with a drink in my hand? I hadn't been in LA long enough to master that art.
God, she's so beautiful. I watched her move her body with rhythm and grace, even with the uptempo beat of the music. Older than me, but so abandoned to the experience, I began to get frustrated. I wanted that too. I wanted to be free and abandoned too. As if reading my mind, she grabbed my hands and started to move me.
"Relax!" she yelled over the music. "You're doing great! Stop thinking about everyone else!"
I closed my eyes and focused on the music, my body, her hands guiding me into a rhythm that soon turned into a seductive heartbeat, drawing things from me I didn't know were there. When I opened my eyes, she was staring at me, still moving her body, as if she and the music were one, and something clenched deep inside me. I'd never been turned on by a woman, but this woman wasn't like any I'd ever known, and I pulled away, suddenly intimidated by my own feelings.
"You think too much, farm-girl! Dance with me!"
Determined not to let my past and a narrow field of view rule my life, I blew out a big breath and kept dancing. After a few songs, people were openly watching us - maybe because Angel was an amazing dancer and hotter than hell, or maybe because the two of us had some crazy animal magnetism going on. Whatever it was, we'd drawn a crowd, and some guys were trying to get in on the action.
Angel gave two fellow trainers the evil eye and grabbed my hand again, this time leading me off the floor. "Whew! I'm hot. Want to get some air?"
"And some water!" why am I shouting? Why is this music so loud?
Angel grabbed two waters and I followed her through a side door to an outside patio. The cool air felt good on my heated skin as I took a deep breath and a long swig of water. My head was in a happy buzz, my body warm and tingly, my heartbeat slowly coming down from the excitement and vigorous dancing, but the way she was looking at me added another layer of excitement I wasn't expecting.
Not knowing what to do, I blurted out with a nervous laugh, "thanks for dancing with me. That was really fun!"
She just looked at me steadily for two heartbeats before confessing, "I want to kiss you."
I want to kiss you too. Was what I wanted to say, but the words wouldn't come out. Suddenly, my mouth was dry and I swallowed hard, my heartbeat pounding in my chest.
"Can I kiss you, kitten?"
Why did that sound so hot falling from her lips? And why was my tongue suddenly tied in knots along with my stomach? I nodded because that was all I could manage and she smiled a slow, pleased smile, while she reached for my face with one hand and my waist with the other.
Her skin was soft against mine, her touch gentle, but firm as she pulled me closer and leaned in.
I'm going to kiss a girl! Was the siren blaring through my mind just before her lips met mine in the sweetest embrace. For all her hard body, her lips were like velvet, soft and sweet, she tasted of vodka and cranberries. In a heady rush, I moved my hands to her shoulders and she deepened her advance, moving her tongue across the seam of lips and her hand to grab my buttock with a firm hold. When I parted my lips, her tongue swept inside and I let out a whimper as our tongues danced like our bodies had earlier.
Fire swept through my veins, my body yearned for more, but she pulled back, her eyes cautiously scanning my face while she held my head with both hands.
"You're fucking amazing, kitten. I want to do so many things to you."
I don't even know what that means, but I want you to do all those things.
"But you're drunk. Come on," She heaved a sigh, "let's go sit down and sip some water. I'm not leaving you alone with all these horny men running around."
I was disappointed, but grateful for her care. She made sure I made it back onto the party bus and to my apartment without any males to harass me. She understood consent, even if I didn't, and the fact that I wasn't fully capable of giving it.
At the time, I wanted more, but after a good night's sleep and a weekend of rest, we never came back to the connection we shared that night. Angel is one of my most respected peers, a woman I admire and keep in contact with, but I'll never forget the night she fulfilled something I didn't even realize I wanted to experience. Maybe there could have been more, but there never was, and we're both still close to this day, so I guess it turned out the way it was meant to.
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