“Coming up,” Shenise said and put a glass and a bar napkin down for him and poured the drink.
He shot that one and then she poured him another before he dropped a couple of twenties on the bar and headed in the direction of the VIP room. It was a house rule that the women admitted to the VIP must outnumber the men by at least four to one at all times.
On his way to the room, AD was captivated by a woman on the dance floor dancing by herself. So captivated that he had to stop and watch her. She was wearing a Monique Lhuillier, lace-sleeved dress with a plunging neckline that struggled to contain her breasts and a split that left little to the imagination. It was obvious to him from the way she was moving that she danced somewhere and if she didn’t, she could. The longer AD stood there watching her, the more certain he became that he had to have her.
“She’s bad, ain’t she?” Kyle, one of the managers said when he walked up on AD and stood beside him.
“You ever seen her before?”
“Naw. Fine ass mutha fucka like that, I’d remember if she was a regular.”
When the woman noticed that they were watching her, she waved, shook her titties for them and then she turned around and made it bounce for them.
“Bring her to the VIP for me,” AD said and after watching for a while longer, he went to the VIP room to await his prey for the evening.
It was a good twenty minutes later when Kyle came in the VIP room with the woman on his arm and he led her straight to AD’s table. When he saw them coming, he quickly dismissed the women who were hanging around. His eyes got big when the beauty stood before him.
“Ahottie, this is the owner of the club, AD.”
“Nice to meet you,” she said.
“Believe me, the pleasure is truly mine,” AD said enthusiastically. “Would you like to join me?”
“I’d like that very much, thank you,” she said and slid delicately into the booth next to AD.
“Can I get you something to drink? Tell me your name again?”
“It’s Ahottie.”
“What?” In the club with the booming system, AD couldn’t make out what she was saying.
“Ahottie.” She got closer and whispered in his ear. “My name is Ahottie.” He looked confused. “You know, a hottie,” she said, pointing to herself. “Ahottie.”
“Oh, Ahottie,” he chuckled. “I get it now. That’s a very interesting name.”
“No more interesting than AD,” she giggled, gently touched his hand and caressed it. “I know that your mother didn’t name you that.”
“No,” he chuckled. “My name is Andrew Davian.”
She held out her hand. “It’s very nice to meet you Andrew.”
“Nice to meet you, Ahottie,” AD said taking her hand to his lips and kissing it. “I know with a name like Ahottie, there must be a story?”
She eased her hand away gently. “Oh, there most definitely is a story,” she said and leaned back. “I just don’t know you well enough to tell you,” she said, leaning quickly toward him.
Her lips were so close that AD thought about kissing those sexy red lips.
“Then I’ll just have to get to know you, because I have to know that story.”
She leaned back and smiled playfully. “Maybe you’ll get to know me, maybe you won’t.”
“Anything that I could do to increase my chances?”
“You could be good to me,” She said with her lips once again close to his.
“Oh, I could be good to you, baby.”
“Let’s go find out if you have what it takes to be good to me. I’m hard to handle,” she said and slid slowly out of the booth.