opportunities in the field and not burden them financially. I’m just hoping to get picked up full-time once I graduate in May next year.”
“You must really have a talent. You’ll have to show me some of your work sometime.” Whoa, where did that come from? Did I just suggest I’ll be hanging out with her again? Oh, Emily, you must be coming down with something. This is so not like you.
I’m removed from my inner dialogue when the hot bartender saunters over to see what he can get us to drink. Sue tosses her hair over her shoulder and glances up at him, batting her eyes. “Hey, Sean. Can we get three birthday cake martinis ‘cuz it’s Courtney’s birthday and an order of the fried dough dippers, stuffed strawberries, and mini lemon blueberry cheesecakes?”
“Suzanne, are you sure that’s not too much food?” I ask.
“Nah. Plus, knowing Sean, he’ll hook us up with something else.”
“How do you know him?” I ask, thinking perhaps they used to date.
“I teach his current girlfriend how to dance ,” she says suggestively.
“Oh! So, you teach dance now? That’s great! I mean, I remember how good you were with ballet and choreography years ago. It was only fitting you would make that a career.”
Courtney lets out a snort. “Oh, that’s not the type of dancing she’s talking about. Is it Suzanne?”
Kicking Courtney’s leg slightly, she returns her glance my way and says, “What Courtney here is trying to say is that I teach pole fitness classes along with other standard dance styles.”
“Pole fitness, as in stripper moves? Wait. That’s like the new thing, right? So, you teach that?” Why am I so intrigued by this? You’d think I’d be horrified to find out my old friend is now teaching other women how to gyrate and be seductive on a pole.
“It’s actually quite fun. Most girls leave my studio with more bruises and aching muscles because it’s hard work. I usually have at least two bachelorette parties a week in the summer. You ought to come by sometime, and I’ll teach you some moves,” Sue says enthusiastically.
I’m immediately rescued from having to answer that question when the bartender brings us our drinks. When he hands off the first martini to Courtney, she begins squealing as he reveals a candle in the middle of her drink held up by a huge dollop of whipped cream and jimmies. Suzanne and I grab our drinks, and she begins to toast. “To Courtney! Happy Birthday. May you have a great year filled with good times and lots of sex!” Groan. I’m clearly still the virgin of the group. Clinking our glasses together, I bring the sweet concoction to my lips and glance at Sue as she gives me a wink before sipping her own drink. Yeah, she knows I’m a virgin, but something tells me she’s about to start asking some questions.
“So, Emily, Jeremy seemed to be a little less of an ass after he ran after you at lunch. Any idea why that would be?” Suzanne continues to hold my stare, hoping I’ll cave. Continuing to gulp back my drink, I hope by the time I’m done she’ll have moved on to another topic with Courtney.
I finish my drink in record time, and the girls keep their eyes on me. “Damn, Emily!” Courtney exclaims. “I thought I could pound down the liquor.”
Eyeing the bartender, I catch his attention and tip my empty glass around in the air, hoping he takes my hint that I need to keep these coming. I see him nod and begin to make another cocktail to help with my liquid courage. I hear Suzanne clear her throat. Glancing up, I still see her eyes fixed on me as if to say I’m still waiting for an answer . Shit! I’m not getting out of this.
Sigh. Here goes nothing.
“Jeremy tracked me down in the parking lot, and we had a little talk. It seemed we might have gotten off on the wrong foot the other day. We’re good, we kissed, and he wants me to go out on a date with him.”
Wait for it. It’s coming.
In perfect unison, the two girls in front of me jump
“You must really have a talent. You’ll have to show me some of your work sometime.” Whoa, where did that come from? Did I just suggest I’ll be hanging out with her again? Oh, Emily, you must be coming down with something. This is so not like you.
I’m removed from my inner dialogue when the hot bartender saunters over to see what he can get us to drink. Sue tosses her hair over her shoulder and glances up at him, batting her eyes. “Hey, Sean. Can we get three birthday cake martinis ‘cuz it’s Courtney’s birthday and an order of the fried dough dippers, stuffed strawberries, and mini lemon blueberry cheesecakes?”
“Suzanne, are you sure that’s not too much food?” I ask.
“Nah. Plus, knowing Sean, he’ll hook us up with something else.”
“How do you know him?” I ask, thinking perhaps they used to date.
“I teach his current girlfriend how to dance ,” she says suggestively.
“Oh! So, you teach dance now? That’s great! I mean, I remember how good you were with ballet and choreography years ago. It was only fitting you would make that a career.”
Courtney lets out a snort. “Oh, that’s not the type of dancing she’s talking about. Is it Suzanne?”
Kicking Courtney’s leg slightly, she returns her glance my way and says, “What Courtney here is trying to say is that I teach pole fitness classes along with other standard dance styles.”
“Pole fitness, as in stripper moves? Wait. That’s like the new thing, right? So, you teach that?” Why am I so intrigued by this? You’d think I’d be horrified to find out my old friend is now teaching other women how to gyrate and be seductive on a pole.
“It’s actually quite fun. Most girls leave my studio with more bruises and aching muscles because it’s hard work. I usually have at least two bachelorette parties a week in the summer. You ought to come by sometime, and I’ll teach you some moves,” Sue says enthusiastically.
I’m immediately rescued from having to answer that question when the bartender brings us our drinks. When he hands off the first martini to Courtney, she begins squealing as he reveals a candle in the middle of her drink held up by a huge dollop of whipped cream and jimmies. Suzanne and I grab our drinks, and she begins to toast. “To Courtney! Happy Birthday. May you have a great year filled with good times and lots of sex!” Groan. I’m clearly still the virgin of the group. Clinking our glasses together, I bring the sweet concoction to my lips and glance at Sue as she gives me a wink before sipping her own drink. Yeah, she knows I’m a virgin, but something tells me she’s about to start asking some questions.
“So, Emily, Jeremy seemed to be a little less of an ass after he ran after you at lunch. Any idea why that would be?” Suzanne continues to hold my stare, hoping I’ll cave. Continuing to gulp back my drink, I hope by the time I’m done she’ll have moved on to another topic with Courtney.
I finish my drink in record time, and the girls keep their eyes on me. “Damn, Emily!” Courtney exclaims. “I thought I could pound down the liquor.”
Eyeing the bartender, I catch his attention and tip my empty glass around in the air, hoping he takes my hint that I need to keep these coming. I see him nod and begin to make another cocktail to help with my liquid courage. I hear Suzanne clear her throat. Glancing up, I still see her eyes fixed on me as if to say I’m still waiting for an answer . Shit! I’m not getting out of this.
Sigh. Here goes nothing.
“Jeremy tracked me down in the parking lot, and we had a little talk. It seemed we might have gotten off on the wrong foot the other day. We’re good, we kissed, and he wants me to go out on a date with him.”
Wait for it. It’s coming.
In perfect unison, the two girls in front of me jump
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