Cassie’s steps fell in rhythm with the funky beat coming from the stage. She moved through the sea of bodies spread around the club, not the least bit surprised to see a packed house. There was live music, and she wasn’t the only person who enjoyed such a treat.
Most of the local clubs used DJs, but Midnight Blues was one of the few that had live performances. It’s what brought her through the door on her first visit. The atmosphere, along with the toned and tatted s*x machine who served her drinks, kept her coming back.
Mr. s*x-in-jeans was in his usual spot, behind the deep blue, marble-topped bar. The longer she gawked at him, the quicker her feet seemed to move. She peeked over her shoulder, making sure the crowd hadn’t swallowed Ally. Her friend remained close but was observing the
