Tiny Dancer

I have a rule that I don’t mess with women that work at a club. It isn’t because I think less of them, far from it. It is just that I know in their jobs they will have a ton of men all over them constantly and although there is always trust in a relationship, guys all over your girl nightly is just annoying.

With that being said, there is always one that makes me want to stretch the rule a bit and Tiny Dancer was one of them. As is the case though with all beautiful women she had a boyfriend. Luckily for me this boyfriend sucked. When any person is in a bad relationship and someone comes into their life and treats them better then that person becomes a million more times attractive than if the person were in a healthy relationship.

I genuinely liked this girl. She was smart, funny and sexy as all hell. Every time I saw her I asked how her boyfriend was and she would roll her eyes and complain about him for a couple of minutes. By the end of the night I made sure to let her know that she doesn’t need him and there are other men out there that would treat her better.

This carried on for a couple of weeks until one week she told me that they had broken up. Between her dance breaks we would sit at my table and simply chill and listen to the music.

A small disclaimer. This is happening when I would buy a table every week at this club and because of this table all the dancers would come and hangout with me and my friends as refuge to get away from the crowd while on their break. This was a huge advantage not because it was showing off for the girls, but gave me ample free time with Tiny Dancer. Not everyone is fortunate enough to be in this situation so take it for what it is worth.

I don’t know exactly how it happened, but we started to kiss. One of these days I’ll be able to tell you the exact moment of when I know a kiss is going to take place, but for now you will have to settle with the fact that they just happen. I remember the feel of her lips, they were so soft. They felt as if my lips were landing on pillows and I just wanted to suck on them forever. The kiss was done, she smiled and went back to go dancing.

I’ll save what happened later for another time.