The soothing ocean breeze was soothing at they had dinner at the seaside restaurant that night. Rita loved a quiet evening and she could see the environment was calming for her friends too. This was why she loved the ocean. The soothing breeze, the sound of the waves rolling in and away. She was ready to fall asleep where she sat. Yeah, maybe she had been working too hard lately. She was however thankful that she loved her work and enjoyed her job. She could not imagine working for someone she despised at a job she hated. She was lucky.
"So... Why did you drag us all the way here? Are you dying or something," She turned at Sam's voice as he looked at her thoughtfully. Penny was also staring at her nodding. Wow, only these two would think a weekend by the ocean would be how she would announce her death.
"Or are you joining a nunnery..." Penny looked at her like she was a piece of deformed pottery and then added, "Even without your hymen, you are still very virginal."
"Are you people mad," she asked laughing, "I wanted to spend time with my two best friends..."
"Your only friends," they interjected simultaneously.
"As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted, I wanted to spend time with my friends away from the city."
"Yah right," they both said at the same time. Creepy, Rita thought.
Sam turned to her and touched her hand gently, eyes glinting with mischief. She did not like where this was going. "Honey, we love you and are here for you even if you want to become sister Rita. We will sneak dudes into the convent or vibrators. We know what you like."
Her friends could be so crass sometimes it embarrassed her. She turned and her ears burned red hot as she noticed the passing elderly couple. Had they heard Sam being a total ass, right now?
"Goodness Sam! I just want to hang out."
"Sure?" he asked looking genuinely concerned. What was with these two and worrying too much.
"Yes, mother," she said rolling her eyes.
"Alright then, we are going dancing, yes, Penny," Sam said.
Penny yelled happily and Rita groaned. Just when she thought they were done with the dancing and clubbing stuff and could just fall asleep under the beautiful moonlight. Oh well, no point in arguing, they were going to win anyway. Hopefully, there wouldn't be too many people at the club. Yeah right, wishful thinking.
After dinner, they got dressed, Rita had to change twice before she was club-appropriate. These two would be her death. She felt cold in the black strapless dress that was way too far from her knees. Penny put on a pair of shorts, six-inch heels, and a designer top that had sexy glittery lips on it. Sam looked especially delicious in jeans and a blue shirt. Probably silk shirt, Sam was spoilt. If he was into women, she would probably have already tried out that Ducatti.
It would be a good idea to let go and have fun Rita thought on the ride to the club. It seemed to be in a nice part of town so they would not be murdered. Not immediately anyway.
She watched the passing buildings and palm trees and was glad that she had convinced her friends to come to the coast for the weekend, even if they just brought their "bad" habits to her relaxed weekend break. Rita turned to her friends and listened distractedly as they talked about the last club they went to out here and the men they picked up. Rita smiled. These two were just so bad sometimes, she wanted to point out that they would catch diseases doing that but she stopped herself. She could be too much of a party pooper.
She turned back to the view outside the car window. It had changed and there were highrises on both sides of the road and people walking about. She saw a tall, handsome man with a lady in a barely-there dress. They were making out on a parked car like there was no one else around. As much as she disapproved, she wished she had a man in her life to make out with on a parked car out in the street with dizzying kisses. Staring at the couple as the car passed them, she felt a tingle that both excited and embarrassed her. She looked out the back window of the car and felt a rush of excitement. The hairs on her skin seemed to stand as she watched those headlights. She shivered with a mixture of apprehension and excitement. Rita looked at Penny and Sam, they hadn't noticed the car or felt any of the confusing feelings that were rushing through her body.
Had she spent so much time alone that even machines turned her on now? Was she attracted to the car or was she feeling vibrations from the occupants? Oh dear, that was bad. She wasn't superstitious but there were stories of people in these parts who had otherworldly powers. What if she had attracted a malevolent fellow and put them all at risk. She really needed to get laid, if she was thinking a malevolent power was in the car right behind them. The car was a Porsche and she did love those cars, in her experience, the drivers were always tall, powerful, and that one time, a dangerous man. As much as they excited her, she did not really know any of them personally, just professionally. Maybe all that wishful thinking was what was making her think these thoughts. She turned and looked at the vehicle again, she felt a jolt of excitement zip through every cell in her body. Yeah maybe she was going mad, after all her aunt and great grandma had gone mildly unhinged at some point. Maybe it was her turn.
"We are so close to the club Rita," Sammy said, " we want to freshen up your lipgloss, we need to find you a strong, lusty, lothario." He smiled mischievously.
She took out her lip glass and reapplied her lip gloss. Oh, Rita was not interested in anything lusty, she just did not like having dry lips. She was not interested in lusty things of any kind; a little dancing, a daiquiri or two, and she will be fine. No more getting turned on by vehicles and their headlights. She did not want a long-distance engagement with the local lotharios and she did not like casual sex. Sam may have problems with faithfulness but she loved waking up next to the same person and sharing breakfast. A succession of lovers of suspicious origins did not appeal to her even if they had huge schlongs and looked like Adonis himself.
The car stopped, she paid the driver while Peny and Sam made sure that they were "club-ready." Yeah, that was a thing. Club-ready. She definitely was not club-ready. Emotionally, physically or psychologically. She smiled to herself walking out and making sure she had her cellphone. Rita was surprised to notice the Porsche packed a few paces from their Uber. She felt a rush of excitement. Yeah, she was definitely going mad if she was this excited to see a vehicle. An old person's vehicle. Let's be honest, the owner would not be old, just way older than she was. Rita was not in the habit of dating people as old as most of her clients but she was considering it right now which was a sign that she was getting desperate for attention. Maybe now that she did not have her work to distract her, her amygdala was taking over the brain. Nothing a little alcohol would not solve.
"Rita, Rita, are you ok? Should we go back?" Penny asked, wearing a concerned facial expression. She loved her friends. Sam was also looking rather like she was some variety of unusual six-legged toad. Yeah, her mind had wandered and she smiled at her two best friends and said so.
They walked into the club and they looked fabulous. Very fuckable if you asked Sam. Rita frowned at that thought. She was not fuckable. She could hear the bass pounding inside as Sam spoke to the guy at the entrance and felt the airs on the back of her neck stand on end. It was like someone was watching her and she turned, but there was no one behind her. Weird.
She followed Penny and Sam into the club and she was surrounded by music, beautiful people, and the smell of fruity cocktails. "This must be what a Caribbean holiday smells like," she thought to herself as they all headed to the bar nodding to the music. She did not enjoy flashing lights but she hated being in a poorly lit room with a bunch of strangers. Moreso when she had a weird feeling that someone was watching her. She was glad that the club designer had chosen "well-lit shadow" lighting. Nervous people like herself felt they were in a well-lit room without killing the vibe for the likes of Penny and Sam. As Sam ordered their drinks and tried to flirt with the young bartender, she surveyed the room.
The dance floor was in the middle of the room, and there were comfortable-looking booths arranged in a semi-circle around it. The bar occupied a large part of the front section and there were three bartenders. She noticed what she could only call shot-girls weaving their way through the crowds, enticing them to try their amazing spirits. One was talking to a couple in color-coordinated clothing. Or maybe the flashing colored lights were messing up her vision. She noted with appreciation the lady's derriere and nudged Penny.
"Look at that ass," she shouted in her ear.
"You have a problem," Penny shouted back in her ear.
Ignoring Penny, she noted the shorts the lady was wearing and her waist-length hair. She was not just pretty, she was beautiful.
She watched the dance floor and calculated how many shots of Jagermeister she could have tonight considering the amount of food she had eaten. Yes, stick in the mud Rita, calculated her alcohol intake like it was a lab experiment. At least that is what her best friends said as they looked at her disapprovingly. Rita turned her eyes to the back of the dancefloor. She felt like the person watching her was back there just staring. Fixing her hair nervously, she turned to Penny and they walked towards one of the booths. She hoped the tray he was carrying included her margarita. Now that they were here she had a hankering. She turned to the dance floor and noticed a tall man standing still on the dance floor. Had he been there the whole time? Was he the one watching her and why did that give her such a thrill?