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A dream proved to be just a dream as business picked up.
Chapter Eight
It took a moment for my senses to come to, and I jolted into an upright position. Beth grinned down at me as she dabbed the corners of her mouth and swallowed, then turned and left the bedroom. My head swam with the sudden realization that I had just been dreaming about Kay, all while my wife decided to sneak in a little bit of fun at my expense. To be honest, I didn’t really mind.
I slipped out of bed and dressed myself for the night. The night, Wednesday night! The night I’d just dreamed of moments ago. I found myself hoping that things would go much differently, business-wise. And that, in turn, led to me thinking about Kay and whether or not I would actually get to see her tonight.
“Did you have a good sleep?” Beth asked as we walked into the living room. She wore a sheepish grin on her face and nothing but a cook’s apron.
I stared at her, drinking in her beauty, as I fumbled with my tie. “I think I had a pretty nice one, yeah,” I said with a grin of my own.
She walked over to me as she untied the apron and let it fall to the floor, then reached up to help me fix my tie. In the twelve years we’ve been married I never once found her unattractive. And she could always get my blood pumping overtime. I felt the familiar tingle in my loins as I became erect once more, staring at her soft bosom.
“You were having quite the dream there for a moment, I just figured I’d help you out,” she bit her bottom lip and stared up into my eyes. I couldn’t help it. I took her in my arms and kissed her hard, our tongues dancing, Beth moaning into my mouth when I grabbed her ass and squeezed. She wrapped her arms around my neck and jumped into mine. I held her body against me while we continued to kiss. If only my mind hadn’t been on Kay I might have considered staying home and romancing the only woman that should have mattered to me.
I set her down after awhile, winking at her. “I need to get to work. But if you hold that thought,” I said as I leaned in to kiss her again, “we’ll pick this up again when I get home.”
She giggled like a schoolgirl, and when she turned to go back to the kitchen I smacked her ass.
With a final kiss to Beth’s cheek, I headed out the door and into the night. The rain had let up, leaving the city streets slick and glistening under the glow of the streetlights. I couldn’t shake the feeling of anticipation that hung in the air. Wednesday nights at the lounge were always unpredictable; sometimes they brought a crowd, and other times it was quiet as a graveyard.
As I walked the short distance to the Shining Star Lounge, my mind couldn’t help but drift back to Kay. Her image was etched in my memory, her smile, her laughter, her touch. It was as if she had taken root in my mind and refused to let go.
The lounge came into view, its neon sign flickering and casting colorful reflections on the wet pavement. I unlocked the door, stepped inside, and flipped on the lights. The familiar smell of cigars, alcohol, and a hint of perfume filled the air. The lounge was empty for now, but I knew that could change in an instant.
I walked over to the bar and poured myself a glass of scotch, the liquid amber catching the light. I took a sip, relishing the burn as it slid down my throat. As I stood there, lost in thought, the door opened, and a few patrons started trickling in. I greeted them with a nod and a smile, my mind already preparing for the night ahead.
The hours passed, and the lounge gradually filled up. The sound of laughter, chatter, and the clinking of glasses created a lively atmosphere. I mingled with the patrons, ensuring everyone was having a good time. Despite the distractions, my mind kept wandering back to Kay.
As the night wore on, I found myself glancing at the entrance every now and then, hoping to catch a glimpse of her. But deep down, I knew it was unlikely. Kay was a mysterious presence, an enigma that seemed to come and go as she pleased, leaving me yearning for her company.
By the time the clock struck midnight, the lounge was in full swing. The music was playing, couples were dancing, and the energy was infectious. I couldn’t deny that I loved this place, loved the feeling of being in control, loved the way people looked up to me. But even amid the revelry, a part of me longed for something more.
As the night continued, I found myself sharing stories and laughter with the patrons. The alcohol flowed freely, and inhibitions were cast aside. It was a world I had created, a world where I was the center of attention, where people relied on me to provide them with a good time.
Eventually, the night began to wind down. The crowd started thinning out, and the once-boisterous atmosphere grew quieter. I made my way to the bar and poured myself another drink. Leaning against the counter, I surveyed the scene before me, a mix of empty glasses, discarded napkins, and tired faces.
And then, as if summoned by my thoughts, I saw her. Kay stood at the entrance, her presence captivating and enigmatic. She was wearing the same red dress that had first caught my eye, and her gaze was fixed on me. My heart skipped a beat as our eyes locked, and a smile tugged at the corners of her lips.
In that moment, time seemed to stand still. The noise of the lounge faded into the background, and all I could see was her. It was as if the world had narrowed down to just the two of us. I felt a rush of emotions, a mixture of excitement, longing, and a strange sense of familiarity.
I took a step toward her, my heart pounding in my chest. She started walking toward me, her movements graceful and deliberate. The distance between us closed, and before I knew it, she was standing in front of me.
“Hello, Michael,” she said, her voice a soft melody that resonated in my ears. Her eyes held a mysterious depth, as if they held secrets only I could uncover.
“Kay,” I breathed, my voice filled with a mixture of awe and disbelief. “You came back.”
She smiled, a smile that held a touch of sadness. “I told you I would, didn’t I?”
I reached out and took her hand in mine, a surge of warmth spreading through me at her touch. “I never thought I’d see you again,” I admitted, my gaze never leaving hers.
Her fingers tightened around mine, and she leaned in closer. “I told you, Michael,” she whispered, her lips almost brushing against my ear. “I’ll always find my way back to you.”
In that moment, nothing else mattered. The doubts, the uncertainties, they all faded away. All that remained was the connection between us, a connection that defied logic and reason.
As the night grew darker and the lounge grew quieter, I stood there with Kay, lost in our own world. It was a world of shared glances, whispered words, and a bond that transcended reality. And in that world, for a brief moment, everything felt perfect.
I had to pinch myself, and she looked at me quizzically. “What was that for?” she asked with a small smirk.
“Making sure I wasn’t dreaming,” I said as I pulled her into an embrace and kissed her. At this moment I didn’t care if anyone noticed. Beth could have walked in and I wouldn’t have cared. Kay was mine, and I was hers. My tiny lover.
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