Down On Your Knees

FAILED BACKUP PLAN

CHAPTER 6

After saying goodbye to her grandpa, Samira rushed to the bar that Trina had specified in her message earlier. 

Don German was displeased that his granddaughter would be leaving the house so late at night, but Samira didn’t give him a chance to argue with her. They had not been able to have a serious talk since she arrived. Don German was expecting that Samira would bring up the issue of her engagement that night; however, he was surprised when the servants informed him that Samira was getting ready for a get-together with friends.

When Samira went down, she just kissed him and murmured goodbye, and informed him that she would be out with friends, not asking for permission. She ran off to her car and left him hurriedly. 

Don German's eyebrows met at the center. He shook his head in disappointment. 

He was well aware that it was Samira’s way to let him know that she had a life of her own and would do as she pleased regardless. His long-time question --Would the day came that the obedient Samira would resurface?

Samira had been away for far too long. She had forgotten courtesy and deference. Samira had lived a life far different than the way her family lived. She had been independent, bull-headed, and aggressive. So different from the gentle and obedient child that she used to be.

The poor patriarch was left heaving a profound sigh and not knowing what to do with his only granddaughter. His only hope was for Samira to proceed with the marriage, and he vowed to do whatever he could to make her marry the man he had chosen for her future, not for anything else. Her future was on top of his priority.

**

Half an hour later.

Samira found herself in front of the building of an exclusive bar along the reclaimed portion of Manila Bay. Not everyone could visit the place if they wanted to, not unless they have half a million pesos to pay for the use of the bar and its amenities yearly aside from the one-time membership fee of Two Million Pesos. Only the rich and famous were invited to join the club as a member.  Many rich people had tried to apply for club membership, but not everyone was lucky to be accepted. A foreign boxing champ owned the establishment.

As soon as Samira's black BMW stopped on the driveway, three men in business suits approached her car. One opened the door for her, and the two assisted her in stepping into the granite pavement. 

Looking at the facade of the tower, which looked like a hotel, and the elegant lobby, Samira murmured, “Not bad! Not bad at all.” No wonder Trina was so excited to have her visit the place.

Samira was told there were out-of-the-ordinary services the exclusive bar catered to. The type of services depends on the client's preference; Samira was impressed.

She gave her name to the charming receptionist as soon as arrived, and in just a few seconds, she was escorted to the lift and then to the Bar located on the top floor. She could see from the glass elevator the night view of Manila Bay. The club was for men, but ladies, when invited, could enter the establishment and enjoy some facilities of the club.

She guessed Timothy had her name listed; otherwise, she wouldn’t be allowed to enter the establishment.

As soon as she entered the huge function room, loud music and flickering lights of various colors flashed in front of her. Men and women were having a great time on the dance floor. The disc jockey was dancing on the elevated platform with pieces of equipment surrounding him. He was just like the guests. He was also having a great time.

“Let’s me lead you to the private room Ms. Tantaco,” the assistant guided her to the stairs leading to the mezzanine. They found several glass cabins with one-way mirrors,  allowing the guest from the mezzanine cabins to see the dance floor and witnessed fun.

It was not Samira’s first time to enter exclusive entertainment establishments, especially in other countries, but she was still impressed by this locally owned club. It is exclusive for those who wouldn’t blink an eye to spend vast amounts of money for a night of fun, booze, and entertainment.

Five people instantly stood up from the expensive couches to greet her when the assistant opened the private cabin.

“Samira! You are back!” Pleased and excited voices reverberated inside the cabin; kisses and hugs followed.

In contrast to the loud music on the ground floor, the heavily soundproofed glass-walled cabin was quiet, with only the low-toned piped music echoing inside the room to allow the guessed to talk more freely. 

“Are you here to stay?” Josh asked. He was one of her friends way back in college, his girlfriend was with him, and he introduced her to Samira. 

“Not sure yet.” Samira shrugged her shoulders, speaking the truth.

“I heard you are finally marrying the dude. What’s his name?" Timothy asked, nudging his elbow to Samira to get her attention.

Samira tried to remember the name of her supposed fiancé. Frequently, when the conversation was about him, Samira excused herself. Not that she cared if they call her rude, she was not interested and believed it was for the better--she had no intention of marrying him.

“Gosh! I forgot—“ she exclaimed and rolled her eyes. 

Her friends laughed at her expression. She was indeed demonstrating how disinterested she was.

“You don’t really like this guy?” Viviane scoffed, another friend.

Samira blinked, “I don't need to like him; I'm not marrying him. Let’s change the topic and enjoy the night!” she muttered disinterestedly.

They ordered her preferred drink after laughing at her comments.

Samira wanted to start the drinking slowly, as she intended to savor the night, but Timothy ordered a highball drink for her. A mix of gin, tonic water, other juices, and lime. A zesty drink.

“Gin tonic for the lady!” Timothy told the waiter. He knew back in college it was her favorite drink. 

Samira, never drank with any of her bunch of friends since she got drunk to oblivion seven years ago. She was alright with a glass or two of four seasons fruit drink or iced tea. But not tonight. She has every intention to get drunk! 

Samira gathered she wouldn't be able to flirt around if she was sober. She needed alcohol in her system to get through her master plan. A few glasses of gin tonic were alright for her.

An hour later, and with three glasses of gin tonic drink the friends were hitting the dance floor and dancing their hearts out as Samira wanted it to happen. Samira and Timothy were dancing sensually. He was a perfect partner. Samira wouldn’t be laid but could flirt around, and Timothy has a good chance of getting a partner, a male partner.

They were dancing real close. Samira could smell the male hormone emitting from Timothy’s perfectly shaped sexy body and could feel his boner, poking her a$s while they danced as if they would end up in bed later. The boner was not for Samira, but the prey Timothy spotted dancing closely with them.

Samira smirked. 

She could also see some curious and adoring glances checking on her perfect figure. 

She couldn’t blame the men inside the bar; she was sensual, provocative, and seemed ready to explore with any man who merited her attention, an opportunity to get close and perhaps end up in bed with the sensual lady. 

Samira's skimpy skirt and fitted spaghetti blouse defined her curves. Her close-to-knee booths highlighted her long legs and showed her perfectly formed thighs. She was sultry and sensual, and the way she danced was tempting and seductive. 

Half an hour later, and one more glass of her tonic drink, an attractive man asked Timothy if he could dance with her. With a quick wink from Samira, Timothy understood the go-ahead, and left the dance floor to get more drinks for himself and try to look for the prey he spotted earlier; their kind knew who belonged to the tribe. 

“Hi! I’m Lawrence,” the man introduced himself to Samira while dancing.

Samira without inhibition crossed her hands on his nape. She pressed her body close to him. 

Samira knew she was drunk, but not too much. She was so close to losing her sanity, but she still knew what she was doing. Samira nevertheless figured disinterest in the man, who introduced himself as Lawrence. 

Lawrence smelled good but not the type of smell she liked. His manly scent was odd, Samira figured. He couldn't be her backup plan.

Samira was no longer a virgin and definitely not a prude; she didn't mind getting laid, but...for a man that she was attracted to. She had lost her pureness to a total stranger seven years ago. If she could do it with that man, she could do it also with another man. Anyway, that was just s*x! It was just a body heat that had to come out, and s*x wasn't a big deal at her age. She was just particular about who she slept with.

Lawrence slowly made his move, his lips touched her sensitive ear, keeping her body close to his boner with his hand inching higher and higher so close to her rounded bosom. However, Samira didn’t feel anything for the man, Lawrence was not able to arouse her body. She couldn't handle intimacy with the man, even making out was repulsive to her senses.

Before Samira could push Lawrence away, a strong arm pulled her out of his arms. It was forceful, and Samira's form landed straight on his firm chest.

“The fvck!” Lawrence hollered and winced. It was then that Samira saw a hand aside from the one holding her was pressing Lawrence away.

“I am sorry, honey! I was late,” the familiar man murmured; a cold voice rang in her ears and sent shivers down her spine. Despite the loud music in the place, his voice seemed to have an amplifier. It reverberated like the sound of an electric guitar strummed near her drunken brain.

“Who are you?” Lawrence asked, although stunned by the man's sudden appearance, who has now wrapped his arms around Samira's slim waist.

“I am her fiancé, you i***t!" His stormy bottomless black eyes and fuming gaze made Lawrence fidget. "Make yourself disappear,” he gritted his teeth. 

When Samira looked in the direction of Lawrence she couldn't find him. Did he vanish, just like that?

“Ha?” Samira gasped for air. Her confused brain was irrational at the moment. She just knew that she was intoxicated by the powerful scent swirling in her nostrils. So manly, so sensual. She liked it so much. She snaked her arms around his waist. 

“Let’s get you out of here!” Andi muttered, wrapping her around his arms, almost carrying her, so they would be out of the place as soon as possible. Andi knew that Samira had too many drinks than what her system could take.

Samira's brain was trying to process what her mentor was doing in this upscale bar. How did he get in? She murmured inaudibly.

Staring at him, she swallowed hard. Samira was well aware that her mentor has a distinct aura surrounding him. Andi's presence was power in itself. Assertive, dominating, domineering. Looking at his face, his eyes, and his irresistible lips --he was mesmerizing. Plus, his distinct manly scent swirling in her nostrils was making her weak. 

In her thoughts…Andi was gorgeous as sin. 

"I shouldn't be thinking about this impossible thing...but...When can I fvck this gorgeous man?" Samira wasn't sure if she said it loudly or silently, but she couldn't care less. If it was Andi, she was willing to get laid, right there and then. 

She smiled at him sheepishly while he assisted her followed by two more gentlemen who were part of her security detail.

Samira utter while in his arms..."I definitely wouldn't mind being a sinner, Andi Mendez!"