Page 2 of Midnight Heat

"I’ll miss you too.” She sips her cider. “So, where are you planning to meet all these hot men that will give you tons of orgasms?"

"Well. I thought maybe online dating but scrapped that idea. Now I'm thinking I'll just scope out some of the other nightclubs. I need to know what they are doing for their marketing so I can improve upon that for the club. If I meet a handsome fellow while I'm doing my research…"

"Are you going to go by yourself? Is that safe?"

"I forgot how much of a worrier you are. I'm hoping I can make a friend or two at work and use them as my wingwoman."

"I'm sure they are all going to love you and enjoy showing you around the hot spots in Miami. Let's make a toast."

"Yes.” I raise my glass. “To new beginnings?"

"No, to a wild ride."

"Oh, I'll definitely drink to that. Thank you, Julie."

We clink our glasses together and go on to drink the whole bottle. In the back of my mind I wonder if I'm brave enough to go for what my heart wants. Or will I chicken out and continue living the sad, isolated life I've been living so far?

Chapter 1

Annette

I'm wearing a dress I wouldn't normally wear. It fits my curvy body like a glove, and the cleavage is… Maybe I shouldn't wear this—not my first time going out. Especially because I'm going to be by myself. Even if it is the nightclub I'm going to be working at. What if someone gets 'handsy'?

I run my hands from my breasts down to my hips. There's a real reason I'm wearing this dress. To catch prey. I want to be a femme fatale. I laugh out loud at my silly thoughts. I need a lot of practice to become a femme fatale. But I can at least let myself go a little bit and see what comes from it.

Checking myself out in the mirror one last time, I pick up my clutch and phone and call for a rideshare. I don't know what I'm going to do for transportation here in Miami just yet.

The rideshare arrives quickly, and I climb inside. The guy checks me out through his mirror, and I blush. I know it's a daring dress, but I'm supposed to be going out of my comfort zone, so I don't pull at my skirt like I really want to.

The line at the nightclub is midsized for a Friday night, but it's early yet. I'm not going to tell the guy at the door who I am. I want to go incognito tonight. Everyone who's in line is either paired up or in a group of trendy girls that I can't hold a candle to. I hope they let me in. But the dress works as the guy looks at me appreciatively and lets me inside.

I am impressed by the place. It's huge, and there are several floors for special guests. The decor is sleek and modern, and the atmosphere is vibrant. I know I should have researched the place a bit more before taking the job, but it was such a good opportunity that I couldn't pass it up. Promoting this venue all by myself is not going to be easy, but I'm up to the challenge.

It feels like a night for a girly drink, so I start making my way to the bar when someone crashes into me, and their drink spills all over the front of my dress.

"Hey, watch it!"

"You owe me a drink." A girl says, holding onto her empty glass.

"You owe me a dress. You're the one that crashed into me and poured your drink down my dress."

The girl just makes a face at me and walks away, leaving me to wonder how to remove the huge red stain on my white dress. The thing is probably ruined, but I need to see if I can salvage tonight still. I move towards the back of the club, where the restrooms are, and have to wait in line for a bit before I can go in. When I'm finally inside, I check out my dress and know it's a lost cause. I could take it off and try to rinse it and see if that works, but I'll be left with a giant wet spot all over my chest.

I'm debating what to do when I hear a couple of the girls talking.

"He's right upstairs in the VIP area. Did you see him? He's hotter in person than in his pictures."

"Do you think we can get into that area?"

"Nah, it's too expensive, but maybe if we flirt with the guy at the entrance, he'll let us in for a few minutes."

"Flirt or give a blowjob?"

"Hey, I don't see you offering any suggestions. But he's worth it. He's to die for."

"Fine, let's do this."

I watch them go and wonder who they were talking about. Sounded pretty out of my league, but a girl can dream, right? I try to do what I can to salvage my dress, and when I'm finally satisfied, I go back to the main floor. I search for the girls who were in the bathroom and see them at the entrance of what looks like level 3 of the club.