AffectionateDan
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...This is something I've sat on because I didn't want to be pelted with proverbial old fruit and vegetables for posting a story with no ticking in it. But I've gotta hand it to some of you other story posters in here, particularly BOFH666, if ya'll can write that well and not even tickle the issue, then so can I, by gum! With that in mind, I humbly submit my second offering.
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Lacy looked good tonight.
On purpose. She'd been moping for a while now, recovering from the heartbreak of discovering that the man she'd been seeing for a long time had several other girls that he'd been stringing along as well. Well, none of that crap for THIS girl, thank you very much. She glided into the club in that sexy, teal silk blouse and matching skirt that clung to her like a lover, her hair perfect and just enough makeup to highlight her features. Sheer, nearly invisible stockings encased her shapely legs, and her new shoes might be a bit uncomfortable, they were sexy as hell and turned heads. Women even stopped her to ask where she'd gotten them.
It was early enough that it wasn't busy yet, so it was easy to find an empty booth. Tossing her handbag on the seat and ordering a cocktail, she surveyed the place. A lot of the regular faces, and the dance floor was crowded, despite the hour. Some faces, she didn't recognize, not unusual. Always a good mix here.
Then she saw Him. He came here a LOT. And she'd never seen Him sit anywhere but His regular table. She wondered if He owned the club. A lot of girls had taken the long walk after going to His table ... He never danced. He was always polite, even buying them a drink before refusing to dance with them as kindly as He could. An enigma, that guy. But drop-dead handsome, though. Tall, dark, and muscular, and clearly able to afford decent clothes, with a sense of style. Lacy wasn't the only girl who frequented the club who'd spend time wondering about Him, but He was as mysterious as they came. He looked particularly magnificent tonight, too... a loose white sleeveless shirt, with those laces across the chest that always reminded her of pirates. It gave a fantastic view of His huge arms and just a hint of the hairy chest. Black, boot-cut jeans, with a grey belt and a silver buckle with something on it that she couldn't make out from across the club. And the boots. Black, with silver toe and heel guards, very minimalist and all the more stylish for it. Simple, but elegant. He sat there, arms up to the sides, casually scanning the club and taking the occasional sip from His drink. She idly wondered what it was He was drinking. Her thoughts were interrupted by the first bold soul to come to her table and ask her to dance. Feeling good, she put on her bright, lovely smile and took his hand, and they finished the song already playing and danced to the end of the next, then she thanked him and excused herself back to her table to rest. These new shoes were killing her feet, no matter how damned good they looked. She massaged her soles, flexing her toes and looking around the club some more.
She froze.
He was looking right at her, and the eye contact electrified her. He held her eyes for a few moments longer, then broke the spell by taking a drink of whatever that was in His glass.
"Wow. That was intense", she thought. Lacing the velvet straps back around her ankles again, she entertained the notion of joining the ranks of the girls that'd been turned away from that table in the past.
But all thoughts fled from her mind as Dale slid into the booth next to her, smiling as though he had every right to get that close to her ever again.
"Need some help with those?", he offered, reaching for her ankles with his oily smooth grin. Dale knew how much she loved to be tickled, and enjoyed it immensely himself. She almost squealed at his reach, but her anger took over and she kept her composure as she quickly slid her feet away from him. "Get the hell out of here, Dale. We have NOTHING left to discuss, you liar. Leave. Now!"
He started to frown, but he slipped back into genial mode, barely missing a beat. Not getting up, instead he put his hands up in a calming, surrendering gesture. "Whoa, now, easy, don't get mad! I just wanted to talk things out with you. We can still do that, can't we? Civilized people discuss their problems, not fight. I don't want to fight. I'm a lover, not a fighter," he said easily, a little too easily, as though rehearsed.
Typical Dale. No damned wonder he'd been so successful bedding all those girls. Weasel. It only made her more angry.
"Which part of get the hell out of here did you not understand, you creep? I'm done with you and your lies! Just leave me alone!", she snapped, clutching her drink in one hand to keep it from shaking, and sitting on the other one to keep from biting her nails.
"I'm not going anywhere until we've had a little chat, darling. You owe me that much. We've been through too much together for you to just turn off the feelings we've shared like a switch to a lamp," he said, putting a little force into his voice, knowing that in the past when he'd done that, she'd submitted to him. He slid closer to her, whispering. "You know how I feel about you. Those other girls, they don't share our special connection," putting a certain inflection on the last two words, and slipping his hand to her side and giving a little tickle. She gasped at it, and he grinned, expecting her to cave at any minute and be his again.
He wasn't prepared in the slightest for what happened next. As of with a mind of it's own, her hand flung the cocktail into his leering face, and he sat there, stunned, as the icy strawberry Stoli' dribbled down his face and front. She raised her voice, drawing several glances from nearby. With deadly precision, she said in no uncertain terms--"I... Said... Get... The... Hell... Out... Of... Here... And... Leave... Me... ALONE!", raising her voice an octave at the last.
That broke him out of his trance, and all pretense was gone then, and his arm raised as if in slow motion, and she thought, "OhnowhathaveIdonehe'sactuallygoingtoHITme...", all in the space of a nanosecond. The rest of the club faded into misty grey background, and the world was his hand, descending to slap her for her insolence in standing up for herself. Time stopped, and she was too stunned to even move or scream.
Then came the slapping sound of meat on meat, and she flinched.
But the strike never came.
She opened her eyes, and there HE was, miraculously materialized above them, and Dale's punishing hand was as transfixed as the look of shock on his face. His hand was casually wrapped around Dale's wrist, and He looked to be holding it as effortlessly as He might a child's.
"I'm pretty sure the lady there is done talking to you, peanut,", His voice dripping sarcasm, and the last word was spoken with such smooth contempt, it was nothing less than a challenge and invitation.
Dale grew enraged and swore, tugging at his arm to free it from his grasp, with no such luck. Dale launched into a litany of profanity and threats, which cut off suddenly as He almost imperceptibly moved his own wrist a fraction of an inch, and Dale's ranting squeaked into the sound of a mouse cornered by a very large cat.
"That's a little more respectful," He said smiling, "now, why don't you go ahead and apologize to the lady and excuse yourself?"
Dale's nostrils flared, and, not the quickest learner in the room, made as though to bring up his free hand, but again, just the slightest twitch of His wrist made Dale whimper, and He smiled wider now, but it wasn't a friendly smile at all.
"Ah-ah-ah, tsk! Never keep a lady waiting, ESPECIALLY for an apology, didn't your mother raise you any better? Clearly not."
Sweat popped in tiny beads along Dale's forehead now, and through his gritted teeth and slitted eyes, he said "I'm sorry, Lacy. Please excuse me, now."
"THERE'S a good boy! I knew you had it in ya," He said, and then He was propelling Dale easily out of the booth, still with his wrist secured in what looked innocent enough, but was obviously some sort of martial pain-compliance hold.
They moved towards the door, and still smiling that not-so-nice smile, He told Dale, "And ya'll prolly ought not to bother the little lady again ... in fact, might not be a bad idea if you stayed outta this here club altogether, dontcha think? There's a good boy. Right, now, here's the door, careful now, watch your step, don't want any accidents now DO we?", all this, while exchanging imperceptible nods with the bouncers.
Giving Dale a final shove towards the doors, He turned back and began making His way back to Lacy. Dale stood there, massaging his shoulder and wrist, perplexed at how quickly he'd lost control of a situation he'd been master of, and reached a decision. His anger got the better of him, and he swept up a chair from an unoccupied table, and raising it overhead, rushed at His back.
The high-pitched whistle of the bouncers at the door coincided with Lacy's shriek of "LOOK OUT!", but He only smiled again, and moved.
Once again, from Lacy's perspective, time seemed to stop and focus sharply on that chair, everything else a blur in slow motion.
"My God," she thought to herself, "he's so graceful. How can a man that big move so gracefully? He's like a jungle animal,", and the thought warmed her in ways she flushed to admit.
He leaped, almost casually, into a spinning kick that swatted the descending chair aside with the same contemptuous ease as He'd trapped Dale's wrist, and it clattered noisily to the floor, away from any of the other club patrons. The look on Dale's face was comically sad as he realized that he wasn't going to be able to check his forward momentum, and he was charging into a palm heel strike to his solar plexus that left him gasping on the floor like a fish out of water.
He looked to the door, and made a dismissive gesture with his hand, and two burly men in white silk shirts with black bow ties "escorted" Dale out of the club.
Moving back to Lacy's table, He stood there, larger than life, and looked at her, gazing up at Him. "I'm sorry," he said. "I shouldn't have let it get that far. I'd like to make it up to you, if you'll allow me to. Can I pick up your tab for this evening?".
She looked at him, doe-eyed and amazed. Was He for real? He'd just leapt to her rescue like some comic-book hero, and HE was apologizing to HER? Her gaze took Him in, and she noticed idly that the sliver buckle on his belt had a scorpion on it, sealed in a bubble of plastic or Lucite, and around it were strange symbols, like some ancient writing.
She tried to speak, but flustered, her tongue betrayed her. "I... I... I...", and she stopped, blushing furiously. "No, thank YOU," she managed weakly, "I had no idea he'd get that way." She felt a little faint. Light headed, she stammered again, until His hand came down in appeal, open and warm, inviting her to take it. She placed her hand in His, and she felt His strength flowing into her like warm water, and she stood. The opening chords of one of her favorite songs was playing, and she felt the music calling to her. "Please," she asked more with her eyes than her words, "can we dance?".
He led her to the floor, and as the song started, she was swept up in it like never before. Her eyes locked onto His, and there was a current of energy between them that thrilled and frightened her... The music carried her away...
***how can you see into my eyes like open doors
leading you down into my core
where I've become so numb without a soul my spirit sleeping somewhere cold
until you find it there and lead it back home***
He held her effortlessly in those arms, whirling around the dance floor, and she nearly swooned at it's fluid grace. The music continued it's thumping into her soul...
*** (Wake me up)
Wake me up inside
(I cant wake up)
Wake me up inside
(Save me)
call my name and save me from the dark
(Wake me up)
bid my blood to run
(I cant wake up)
before I come undone
(Save me)
save me from the nothing I've become***
His hands held her and moved across her like they'd done so a million times before. It was almost as if He anticipated every move she made and flowed with it, as though He'd always known her...
***now that I know what I'm without
you can't just leave me
breathe into me and make me real
bring me to life***
There are those who have compared dancing to making love while standing up, and now Lacy knew what they'd meant. That was what this was like. One hand on the small of her back, the other nestled in her hair on the back of her neck, He held her tenderly, yet supporting her effortlessly as they spun and moved, dipping her and sweeping her again and again to the rhythm...
*** (Wake me up)
Wake me up inside
(I cant wake up)
Wake me up inside
(Save me)
call my name and save me from the dark
(Wake me up)
bid my blood to run
(I cant wake up)
before I come undone
(Save me)
save me from the nothing I've become***
His smoldering eyes burned into hers, and she knew; He'd known her forever, and she was oblivious. A gaze like that meant He'd wanted her for so long, yet made no move as she went from one disastrous relationship to another, and she saw the glimmer of the pain of self-denial deep, deep in His eyes. He was so perfect, so unattainable, how could she have known?
***frozen inside
without your touch
without your love
darling only you
are the life among the dead
all this time I can't believe I couldn't see
kept in the dark but you were there in front of me
I've been sleeping a thousand years it seems
got to open my eyes to everything
without a thought without a voice without a soul
don't let me die here
there must be something more
bring me to life***
It was all so beautiful and yet so unreal, she felt her eyes swell with unbidden tears. He spun her and she whirled into the air above him, to slip down into His waiting arms, sliding along the length of His body. The heat of the moment was a tangible thing, like a caged beast that knew it was about to be released back into the wild...
*** (Wake me up)
Wake me up inside
(I cant wake up)
Wake me up inside
(Save me)
call my name and save me from the dark
(Wake me up)
bid my blood to run
(I cant wake up)
before I come undone
(Save me)
save me from the nothing I've become
(Bring me to life)
I've been living a lie, there's nothing inside
(Bring me to life) ***
The song ended, and the other dancers and club patrons who'd been watching and moved back into a circle to watch now began cheering and whistling and screaming and clapping.
Lacy began to cry, but He soothed her, holding her tightly and murmuring reassuringly as He stroked her hair. Cupping her face in His hands, He searched her eyes again, looking for her desire or denial. She grabbed His head with both hands and pulled Him to her, His lips into hers, and she melted. His fire filled her heart, and she knew this was real, what it was always meant to be. He broke their embrace, and led her upstairs, to His apartments above the club, HIS club, and they began their journey together with a night of passion that they'd both dreamed about but never believed could really happen.
Thanks, BOFH666... you da man!
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Lacy looked good tonight.
On purpose. She'd been moping for a while now, recovering from the heartbreak of discovering that the man she'd been seeing for a long time had several other girls that he'd been stringing along as well. Well, none of that crap for THIS girl, thank you very much. She glided into the club in that sexy, teal silk blouse and matching skirt that clung to her like a lover, her hair perfect and just enough makeup to highlight her features. Sheer, nearly invisible stockings encased her shapely legs, and her new shoes might be a bit uncomfortable, they were sexy as hell and turned heads. Women even stopped her to ask where she'd gotten them.
It was early enough that it wasn't busy yet, so it was easy to find an empty booth. Tossing her handbag on the seat and ordering a cocktail, she surveyed the place. A lot of the regular faces, and the dance floor was crowded, despite the hour. Some faces, she didn't recognize, not unusual. Always a good mix here.
Then she saw Him. He came here a LOT. And she'd never seen Him sit anywhere but His regular table. She wondered if He owned the club. A lot of girls had taken the long walk after going to His table ... He never danced. He was always polite, even buying them a drink before refusing to dance with them as kindly as He could. An enigma, that guy. But drop-dead handsome, though. Tall, dark, and muscular, and clearly able to afford decent clothes, with a sense of style. Lacy wasn't the only girl who frequented the club who'd spend time wondering about Him, but He was as mysterious as they came. He looked particularly magnificent tonight, too... a loose white sleeveless shirt, with those laces across the chest that always reminded her of pirates. It gave a fantastic view of His huge arms and just a hint of the hairy chest. Black, boot-cut jeans, with a grey belt and a silver buckle with something on it that she couldn't make out from across the club. And the boots. Black, with silver toe and heel guards, very minimalist and all the more stylish for it. Simple, but elegant. He sat there, arms up to the sides, casually scanning the club and taking the occasional sip from His drink. She idly wondered what it was He was drinking. Her thoughts were interrupted by the first bold soul to come to her table and ask her to dance. Feeling good, she put on her bright, lovely smile and took his hand, and they finished the song already playing and danced to the end of the next, then she thanked him and excused herself back to her table to rest. These new shoes were killing her feet, no matter how damned good they looked. She massaged her soles, flexing her toes and looking around the club some more.
She froze.
He was looking right at her, and the eye contact electrified her. He held her eyes for a few moments longer, then broke the spell by taking a drink of whatever that was in His glass.
"Wow. That was intense", she thought. Lacing the velvet straps back around her ankles again, she entertained the notion of joining the ranks of the girls that'd been turned away from that table in the past.
But all thoughts fled from her mind as Dale slid into the booth next to her, smiling as though he had every right to get that close to her ever again.
"Need some help with those?", he offered, reaching for her ankles with his oily smooth grin. Dale knew how much she loved to be tickled, and enjoyed it immensely himself. She almost squealed at his reach, but her anger took over and she kept her composure as she quickly slid her feet away from him. "Get the hell out of here, Dale. We have NOTHING left to discuss, you liar. Leave. Now!"
He started to frown, but he slipped back into genial mode, barely missing a beat. Not getting up, instead he put his hands up in a calming, surrendering gesture. "Whoa, now, easy, don't get mad! I just wanted to talk things out with you. We can still do that, can't we? Civilized people discuss their problems, not fight. I don't want to fight. I'm a lover, not a fighter," he said easily, a little too easily, as though rehearsed.
Typical Dale. No damned wonder he'd been so successful bedding all those girls. Weasel. It only made her more angry.
"Which part of get the hell out of here did you not understand, you creep? I'm done with you and your lies! Just leave me alone!", she snapped, clutching her drink in one hand to keep it from shaking, and sitting on the other one to keep from biting her nails.
"I'm not going anywhere until we've had a little chat, darling. You owe me that much. We've been through too much together for you to just turn off the feelings we've shared like a switch to a lamp," he said, putting a little force into his voice, knowing that in the past when he'd done that, she'd submitted to him. He slid closer to her, whispering. "You know how I feel about you. Those other girls, they don't share our special connection," putting a certain inflection on the last two words, and slipping his hand to her side and giving a little tickle. She gasped at it, and he grinned, expecting her to cave at any minute and be his again.
He wasn't prepared in the slightest for what happened next. As of with a mind of it's own, her hand flung the cocktail into his leering face, and he sat there, stunned, as the icy strawberry Stoli' dribbled down his face and front. She raised her voice, drawing several glances from nearby. With deadly precision, she said in no uncertain terms--"I... Said... Get... The... Hell... Out... Of... Here... And... Leave... Me... ALONE!", raising her voice an octave at the last.
That broke him out of his trance, and all pretense was gone then, and his arm raised as if in slow motion, and she thought, "OhnowhathaveIdonehe'sactuallygoingtoHITme...", all in the space of a nanosecond. The rest of the club faded into misty grey background, and the world was his hand, descending to slap her for her insolence in standing up for herself. Time stopped, and she was too stunned to even move or scream.
Then came the slapping sound of meat on meat, and she flinched.
But the strike never came.
She opened her eyes, and there HE was, miraculously materialized above them, and Dale's punishing hand was as transfixed as the look of shock on his face. His hand was casually wrapped around Dale's wrist, and He looked to be holding it as effortlessly as He might a child's.
"I'm pretty sure the lady there is done talking to you, peanut,", His voice dripping sarcasm, and the last word was spoken with such smooth contempt, it was nothing less than a challenge and invitation.
Dale grew enraged and swore, tugging at his arm to free it from his grasp, with no such luck. Dale launched into a litany of profanity and threats, which cut off suddenly as He almost imperceptibly moved his own wrist a fraction of an inch, and Dale's ranting squeaked into the sound of a mouse cornered by a very large cat.
"That's a little more respectful," He said smiling, "now, why don't you go ahead and apologize to the lady and excuse yourself?"
Dale's nostrils flared, and, not the quickest learner in the room, made as though to bring up his free hand, but again, just the slightest twitch of His wrist made Dale whimper, and He smiled wider now, but it wasn't a friendly smile at all.
"Ah-ah-ah, tsk! Never keep a lady waiting, ESPECIALLY for an apology, didn't your mother raise you any better? Clearly not."
Sweat popped in tiny beads along Dale's forehead now, and through his gritted teeth and slitted eyes, he said "I'm sorry, Lacy. Please excuse me, now."
"THERE'S a good boy! I knew you had it in ya," He said, and then He was propelling Dale easily out of the booth, still with his wrist secured in what looked innocent enough, but was obviously some sort of martial pain-compliance hold.
They moved towards the door, and still smiling that not-so-nice smile, He told Dale, "And ya'll prolly ought not to bother the little lady again ... in fact, might not be a bad idea if you stayed outta this here club altogether, dontcha think? There's a good boy. Right, now, here's the door, careful now, watch your step, don't want any accidents now DO we?", all this, while exchanging imperceptible nods with the bouncers.
Giving Dale a final shove towards the doors, He turned back and began making His way back to Lacy. Dale stood there, massaging his shoulder and wrist, perplexed at how quickly he'd lost control of a situation he'd been master of, and reached a decision. His anger got the better of him, and he swept up a chair from an unoccupied table, and raising it overhead, rushed at His back.
The high-pitched whistle of the bouncers at the door coincided with Lacy's shriek of "LOOK OUT!", but He only smiled again, and moved.
Once again, from Lacy's perspective, time seemed to stop and focus sharply on that chair, everything else a blur in slow motion.
"My God," she thought to herself, "he's so graceful. How can a man that big move so gracefully? He's like a jungle animal,", and the thought warmed her in ways she flushed to admit.
He leaped, almost casually, into a spinning kick that swatted the descending chair aside with the same contemptuous ease as He'd trapped Dale's wrist, and it clattered noisily to the floor, away from any of the other club patrons. The look on Dale's face was comically sad as he realized that he wasn't going to be able to check his forward momentum, and he was charging into a palm heel strike to his solar plexus that left him gasping on the floor like a fish out of water.
He looked to the door, and made a dismissive gesture with his hand, and two burly men in white silk shirts with black bow ties "escorted" Dale out of the club.
Moving back to Lacy's table, He stood there, larger than life, and looked at her, gazing up at Him. "I'm sorry," he said. "I shouldn't have let it get that far. I'd like to make it up to you, if you'll allow me to. Can I pick up your tab for this evening?".
She looked at him, doe-eyed and amazed. Was He for real? He'd just leapt to her rescue like some comic-book hero, and HE was apologizing to HER? Her gaze took Him in, and she noticed idly that the sliver buckle on his belt had a scorpion on it, sealed in a bubble of plastic or Lucite, and around it were strange symbols, like some ancient writing.
She tried to speak, but flustered, her tongue betrayed her. "I... I... I...", and she stopped, blushing furiously. "No, thank YOU," she managed weakly, "I had no idea he'd get that way." She felt a little faint. Light headed, she stammered again, until His hand came down in appeal, open and warm, inviting her to take it. She placed her hand in His, and she felt His strength flowing into her like warm water, and she stood. The opening chords of one of her favorite songs was playing, and she felt the music calling to her. "Please," she asked more with her eyes than her words, "can we dance?".
He led her to the floor, and as the song started, she was swept up in it like never before. Her eyes locked onto His, and there was a current of energy between them that thrilled and frightened her... The music carried her away...
***how can you see into my eyes like open doors
leading you down into my core
where I've become so numb without a soul my spirit sleeping somewhere cold
until you find it there and lead it back home***
He held her effortlessly in those arms, whirling around the dance floor, and she nearly swooned at it's fluid grace. The music continued it's thumping into her soul...
*** (Wake me up)
Wake me up inside
(I cant wake up)
Wake me up inside
(Save me)
call my name and save me from the dark
(Wake me up)
bid my blood to run
(I cant wake up)
before I come undone
(Save me)
save me from the nothing I've become***
His hands held her and moved across her like they'd done so a million times before. It was almost as if He anticipated every move she made and flowed with it, as though He'd always known her...
***now that I know what I'm without
you can't just leave me
breathe into me and make me real
bring me to life***
There are those who have compared dancing to making love while standing up, and now Lacy knew what they'd meant. That was what this was like. One hand on the small of her back, the other nestled in her hair on the back of her neck, He held her tenderly, yet supporting her effortlessly as they spun and moved, dipping her and sweeping her again and again to the rhythm...
*** (Wake me up)
Wake me up inside
(I cant wake up)
Wake me up inside
(Save me)
call my name and save me from the dark
(Wake me up)
bid my blood to run
(I cant wake up)
before I come undone
(Save me)
save me from the nothing I've become***
His smoldering eyes burned into hers, and she knew; He'd known her forever, and she was oblivious. A gaze like that meant He'd wanted her for so long, yet made no move as she went from one disastrous relationship to another, and she saw the glimmer of the pain of self-denial deep, deep in His eyes. He was so perfect, so unattainable, how could she have known?
***frozen inside
without your touch
without your love
darling only you
are the life among the dead
all this time I can't believe I couldn't see
kept in the dark but you were there in front of me
I've been sleeping a thousand years it seems
got to open my eyes to everything
without a thought without a voice without a soul
don't let me die here
there must be something more
bring me to life***
It was all so beautiful and yet so unreal, she felt her eyes swell with unbidden tears. He spun her and she whirled into the air above him, to slip down into His waiting arms, sliding along the length of His body. The heat of the moment was a tangible thing, like a caged beast that knew it was about to be released back into the wild...
*** (Wake me up)
Wake me up inside
(I cant wake up)
Wake me up inside
(Save me)
call my name and save me from the dark
(Wake me up)
bid my blood to run
(I cant wake up)
before I come undone
(Save me)
save me from the nothing I've become
(Bring me to life)
I've been living a lie, there's nothing inside
(Bring me to life) ***
The song ended, and the other dancers and club patrons who'd been watching and moved back into a circle to watch now began cheering and whistling and screaming and clapping.
Lacy began to cry, but He soothed her, holding her tightly and murmuring reassuringly as He stroked her hair. Cupping her face in His hands, He searched her eyes again, looking for her desire or denial. She grabbed His head with both hands and pulled Him to her, His lips into hers, and she melted. His fire filled her heart, and she knew this was real, what it was always meant to be. He broke their embrace, and led her upstairs, to His apartments above the club, HIS club, and they began their journey together with a night of passion that they'd both dreamed about but never believed could really happen.
Thanks, BOFH666... you da man!
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Looks like Dale's in for a long night... poor ba$t@rd! Now, Lacy and Cat should've networked longer and gotten those other girls in on the revenge pact! 
