The First Night..

It's late as the black Escalade pulls up to the large two-story building.

He arrived at a well-known nightclub a few miles out of town. His hair was professionally styled with the scent of Domain on his suit. His dark.. black.. matte suit, accompanied by a new depth of grey trim on the cuffs.

He wore a watch on his left wrist that was stunning, dark, and metallic black, paired with a bright but deep, electric chrome blue face. The silver hands told him it was a little past ten o’clock.

He stepped out of the vehicle with a slight smile creeping towards the corner of his mouth as he was greeted at the double doors of the nightclub by two large bouncers in shades.

They opened the doors for him. “Mr. Cash, welcome back.”

“Thank you boys. It’s good to be back,” he said with a soft yet manly tone, as he patted them both on the shoulder on his way in.

As he entered the luxurious establishment, his nose was greeted by the scent of sensual lavender, mixed with a spice that he couldn’t quite put his finger on. "Mmmm... Delicious," he said softly aloud as he took a moment to enjoy it, in the silence of the corridor.

He adjusted his cufflinks as he turned right, leading down towards the lounge. He could hear the familiar sounds of deep bass as he reached the entryway. Not too 21st century, and not too rave. The music floated somewhere in between a nightclub, and a sensual jazz bar.

Perfect.

He stood in the doorway of the lounge and took a look around. A beautiful baby grand sat in the far right corner of the stage. It lay dormant with a faded red stage light on it, waiting for fingers to caress its notes this evening. To the far left of the room, he saw the granite-topped bar with black barstools below it. Behind it, stacked with the best whiskeys, vodkas, white wines, and gin. The barstools were overtaken by exquisite women while the men laze about on the many couches and lounge areas of the room, laughing as someone told a joke.

Mr. Cash scouted the bar area, intent on being flirtatious tonight, as he walked over and stole one of the seats in front of the bartender.

“AYEE! Welcome back Mr. Cash. So good to see your face again. What can I get you? On the house!” the Russian bartender exclaimed in his thick accent, obviously excited to see his old pal.

Mr. Cash grinned and chuckled, “It’s good to see you too Yakov. In honor of you, I’ll take a shot of your Divano Vodka behind the glass. How’s your family?”

Yakov smiled and poured him the shot. “My family is actually doing well. We recently came across a lot of money and it’s helped take some stress off of the bills. You know how it goes,” he said, placing the glass in front of him. “Tell me what you think.”

Mr. Cash took the shot glass, and downed it. He coughed slightly, raised a brow, and turned back to Yakov, “Wow. That’s surprisingly smooth. Are you sure you didn’t water it down?” he said with a boyish grin.

“Ahhhhh, Mr. Cash you make me laugh. In Russia, these glasses are, how you say, malen'kiy. Much more potent as well," Yakov said with the biggest grin remembering good times in his home country with Mr. Cash. "You are lucky I don't make the drinks myself," he said with a growl of a laugh.

Mr. Cash let out a deep laugh himself as he remembered their explorations together. He took in the feeling of seeing his old friend again. They had history together; like brothers. Seeing him again after 2 years was well needed.

“So,” Mr. Cash went on, “How’s the catch this evening? I see many beautiful women eyeing you down from across the bar.” He nodded his head in the direction of a group of young cocktail dresses attempting to have the aura of discretion.

“Pshh, are you kidding me? As soon as you walked into the room, they all turned bright red. They flirt with me for their own ego,” Yakov said. “But I gladly oblige,” he said as he turned towards the young women. White rag and dirty glass in hand, paired with a wink and sharp smile, the girls all about had a heart attack as their bartender fantasies began to roll.

Mr. Cash let out an audible laugh as he lightly and playfully clapped at Yakov's portrayal of the classic player. "You, my friend, are work. Hard at work, haha." Mr. Cash smiled and grabbed his glass as he turned around on his stool to overlook the room once more.

He stopped mid drink. His glass had a reflection at the bottom that was... purple. A deep and intriguing color. It was nothing on his own person, but rather something he could see through the glass bottom. It began to move from the doorway of the lounge towards the stage.

Yakov had also stopped cleaning the glass in his hand as his gaze followed his friend's.

Yakov said nothing. Mr. Cash said nothing.

There, gliding across the floor in a complete skin covering, tight, sensual purple dress, was a woman.

The most stunning, curvaceous, full, breathtaking woman, Mr. Cash had ever seen.

His eyes widened as his pupils dilated, and the gray collared shirt under his suit became unusually tight around his neck.

He adjusted it.

The sway in her walk was like a dance, paired with small but luscious red lips in an upturned and beguiling smile. Her eyes were a soft and dark hazel, but dangerously sexy, and her hair was to her lower back in a deep shade of brown with a touch of red rose in the stage lights.

Mr. Cash noticed the royal purple dress hugged her curves in such a ravenous way that he could hardly contain himself. On the front of the dress, there were floral designs of purple lace that laid off her shoulders. Enhancing that beautiful collar bone.

He adjusted his collar once more.

“You have got to be the worst bartender ever by not telling me who that muse is..” He said, not taking his eyes off of her.

“That, is Ms. Stone. Ariela Stone to be exact. She is the daughter of the co-owner of this night club. It’s actually a rare occasion to see her so dressed up, and in the building on such a night. I’ve only seen her a handful of other times in my years being here.”

Mr. Cash reached his hand around for a glass of water without looking, and Yakov gladly gave it to him as he drank it down in fluid gulps, not breaking his gaze from her.

“Yakov, if you will excuse me, I need to introduce myself.”

“Ah ah ah, not yet you horny bastard,” Yakov said, putting his hands on his friend’s shoulders as he pushed him back down on the barstool. “That’s not your average girl at the end of the bar. That right there, is a real woman. If memory serves me right, my friend, I believe she is performing tonight.”

Mr. Cash turned around and looked at him. “Performing, in what way?”

“Ohh she’s a singer. In fact, I haven’t had the pleasure of hearing her until tonight, so this will be a treat for both of us.” Yakov pointed in the direction of the stage as Ms. Stone walked up its shallow stairs.

Mr. Cash couldn’t stop staring at her. The deep purple dress hugged her so perfectly. Caressing every inch of her waist and back, and outlining that...

He gulped. Then sighed and thought himself an animal for not having any restraint.

As the lights dimmed in the lounge, Ms. Stone got on stage in front of the microphone. Everyone started to clap with anticipation while a few hoots and hollers rang out before she spoke.

“Good evening,” she said. Her voice was as smooth as her dress, and filled Mr. Cash's ears with intoxication.

His heartbeat raced.

“I hope you enjoy this song I’ll be performing for you tonight. As most of you know, this is a special treat.”

She smiled confidently as she looked over to the pianist, and he began the sensual jazz note.

Her voice was soft and full as she began the piece. Her hands moving slowly to the neck of the microphone.

Mr. Cash was at a loss for words as he took in her sound. It was divine.

As she sang, his eyes began to wander over her collarbone and shoulders, and along her neck. They traveled back up to her face. He looked into her eyes as she moved her gaze about the room while she sang, as she subtly landed on him.

Her eyes were intimidating in such a sexy way, and he stared back at her while he took a sip from his glass once more. He grinned as his gaze descended onto the swells of her body and he swore, he saw a slight smile at the corner of her mouth.

She watched him as she swayed her hips to the song. Slow and sensual.

His eyes landed on her breasts. He didn’t realize how full they were, and so supple. The dress almost supported them completely while keeping their natural shape, and the longer he stared, the more taut her chest became.

Everyone in the room could see it, but the only man she was staring at, was him.

His eyes began to travel again, down the curves of her waist and to her legs. Be it though he could not see her skin, he could tell her long legs were toned and delicate. Her feet softly rested in deep golden heels.

As his eyes traveled back up once more, she sang out her last note, not breaking her gaze from him. She grinned with a deviously white set of teeth, and he finally lost it. He crossed his legs to keep his raging manhood from showing as it strained against his trousers.

The sexual tension was undeniable, and he could not wait to speak with her.. in private.