The Candi Shop Part 1

*Flashing myself outside of Dante's* Even on a weekday there is a line waiting to get in, but I've never waited in line for anything and I'm not going to start tonight. Walking past the line of people waiting to get in, I nod my head to the Were at the door and stroll inside.

Once inside I can tell it's just a DJ tonight, but the music still invades my senses. Closing my eyes as the music wraps itself around me causing my head to bounce to the rhythm. When the next songs starts up I make my way over to a dark corner booth, when the waitress walks up I tell her to bring me a bottle of single malt, no less than 18 years old and a beer.

As the waitress goes to fill my order I look out onto the dance floor and all the bodies moving and swaying to the music. I've never been one for social interaction but something in the music is pulling me to the dance floor.

When the waitress comes back to the table with the bottle, a tumbler and the beer I hand her my Black Am/Ex card and tell her to start a tab. Pouring two fingers of the single malt I take a sip and let the flavor roll over my tongue, enjoying the burn as it slides down my throat. Once the glass is empty I crack open the beer and take a healthy swig before turning my attention back to the bodies on the dance floor.

Making my way to the center of the floor, the heat from all those bodies around me causes me to rethink my outfit choice, but I'm here already and look damn good in it. Soon enough I have a group of twenty-something females dancing with me, pressing their hands and bodies against mine as we move to the music.

As song after song continues to bombard my senses, a red headed female slides her hands over my shoulders, running her hands through my hair as I wrap my arms around her waist. The rest of the room fades away till it's just her and I and the rhythm of the music. Leaning down so she can hear me over the music I invite her back to my table for a drink.

Walking back to the table I spot the waitress and have her bring two more beers and another glass to the table. As the waitress moves off to fill the order I feel the red heads hand wrap itself around mine as we head back to the table.

Watching her slide into the booth, I'm about sit down across from her when she pulls me in next to her, her hand never leaving mine as we sit. When the waitress brings the other glass and beers over I pour the two of us a glass of the single malt, then raise my glass to hers and say "to strangers in the night, may it always be pleasurable."

As we sit and enjoy the scotch I lean over and ask her her name and I'm not surprised when she tells me it's Candi with an "I". "But of course you are" I say "I'm Savitar, at your service." The small smile that appears on her face and the way her thumb continues to stroke the back of my hand sends the blood in my body south. For a human female there is something about her that makes me want to taste every inch of her lush body.

After another round of drinks I ask if she's ready to head back out to the dance floor, the need to feel her body pressed against mine urging me on. Once we're back out on the floor time seems to lose all meaning, all I can feel is her body rubbing against mine. It's not until the lights come on that we realize we're the only ones left dancing.

Looking around I can see Mike and Romeo clearing the club of the stragglers so they can close up for the night. I head over to the bar to close out my tab, Candi's hand wrapped once again around mine. Signing the bill I write a note to Dante asking him to let me know when he plans on having a band preforming live, then turning to Candi to thank her for a good night when she tells me she has a place not to far from here.

That's all I needed to hear, having had her body pressed against mine all night with our cloths on, I was looking forward to her pressed against with them off. Grabbing the bottle from the table, I lean down to capture her lips with mine, and she tastes as sweet as her name. Tonight she will feel what it means to be with a God.