Dance music is pounding from speakers in the corner and colorful strobe lights flash across the dancing queers. The crowd is different from the usual. I see gays, straights, trans, and some that I am not sure about. They are partying like the world is ending. The place is never this packed when I come here. I push my hand through my gold hair and smooth my suit, knowing how good I look. Damn good. I look famous. A hand reaches out and grabs my arm. The woman who grabs me waves to someone on the dancefloor. “Joe!” She yells, smiling. “Joe!” My curiosity makes me look. Who is she showing me off to? A woman looks up. She is making out with a female while two men fondle her tits and grind against her ass to the beat of the music. Her dark eyes take their time looking me over before meeting mine. Her eyes are blacker than a sinner’s soul. They shine like black diamonds in the flashing lights. She isn’t the most beautiful woman here. She is dressed like she didn’t try. And I can’t look away. Something about her calls out to me. Something primal and wild that makes me want to walk over there and drag her away from the guys rubbing their dicks against her ass. “Someone like him?” The woman holding my arm yells. “What do you think?” “Ten!” She is staring at me, holding up ten fingers. “He is beautiful!” Black eyes goes back to making out with the men and the woman she is dancing with. Watching them together would be hot if she hadn’t called me beautiful while touching some other guy’s junk. A woman with a girlfriend and two boyfriends should be touching mine. The friend releases my arm and slaps my ass. Her group laughs and cat-calls me as I walk away. My heart is still racing. I can’t help myself. I look back over my shoulder for the woman with black eyes. She isn’t making out with them anymore. She is staring at me too. I turn away wanting to know everything about her. Who is she? Who are the men? They need to fucking go. I walk over to the bar to order a drink. “Hey, babe.” Josh says, leaning across the bar to kiss my cheek. “I’ll be off in an hour.” Fuck. I forgot I came here for Josh. How can I move in on the dark-haired woman when I promised to take Josh to a swinger’s party tonight? I’ve been looking forward to having group sex all week. I love fucking different people at the same time. Maybe it’s why I am so turned on by a dark-eyed woman with a girlfriend and two boyfriends. I can fuck all four of them. Have you ever pulled your dick out of a pussy you filled with cum and shoved it in a tight ass? It’s fucking hot. I reach down and adjust my hard on. “Hello.” Black eyes is leaning against the bar beside me, smoking a cigarette. I don’t respond right away. I check her out instead, taking in her smooth ponytail, loose mini dress, and old sneakers. She isn’t wearing any jewelry or carrying a designer bag. Her plain face is bare of make-up, but she doesn’t need any. I will fuck her without it. The woman is nervous as hell. I bet her friends put her up to this. I meet her eyes again before I speak. “Is your name really Joe, baby?” Joe smiles shyly. I saw her making out with three people a second ago. She isn’t shy. She is intimidated by me. “Yes, it is. Joe Dawn.” “Were you born a girl, Joe?” You need to ask these questions in a place like this because you never know. It doesn’t matter, I am asking out of curiosity. I fuck born women. I fuck trans women. I fuck all kinds of women. If she is sexy and clean, she can get the dick. “Yeah.” She says, inhaling on the cancer stick. “Does it matter?” Joe wants to know if I go for women without dicks. I take her cigarette and smash it out under my foot. I don’t like cigarette smoke. It makes my hair and suits stink. Denver will smell it and know I was in a bar picking up other people. He never complains. He gives me the cold shoulder until I suck his dick. That always makes him feel better. I top, but I love sucking dick. My eyes go to her lips. Joe has full lips. They are too perfect to be real, but she doesn’t seem like the type with money for plastic surgery. Her tits are small, but I don’t mind that either. “What’s your name?” She asks me, looking past my face and over my shoulder. “Do you, umm, come here often?” Is she trying to make small talk with me? Her flirting skills are sorely lacking. I look over my shoulder to see what has her attention. Joe’s group of friends are urging her on behind my back. I smile and turn around again. Her tan face is blushing with embarrassment. She seems too tan to be white, but I don’t ask because I don’t care. “Can I buy you a drink?” She asks me next. “No.” “No?” Joe repeats my answer because she wasn’t expecting me to refuse her. She is at a loss for words as she thinks of what to say next. The woman is weird. She looks around, waiting for me to say something and end her struggle to converse with me. “You can’t buy me a drink.” I put her out of her misery. “Because I want to buy yours.” Her relieved smile makes me want to smile with her, but I don’t. I hardly ever smile. “Are you meeting someone?” She eyeballs me in my suit again. “You look really nice.” “Yes. I am meeting someone. Did you come out with your friends?” “I came with Samantha. She’s my ex-girlfriend. Today would have been our eight-year anniversary. We met the gang here to celebrate. This is someone’s birthday party, I think.” “You and your ex are celebrating your fake anniversary? Why?” That makes no sense, but so far, nothing about her makes sense. “Samantha took our breakup pretty hard this time, and I wanted to shut her up about it.” “How long have you been broken up?” “For a year.” She frowns in annoyance. “We are still best friends and roommates, but I moved on. I think I am ready for a man.” Joe realizes what she is saying and blushes. “I am not saying that I want the man to be you. I was just saying in general.” “What’s wrong with me?” I ask her. “Why don’t you want me to be him?” “You could be a serial killer, but my friends think you are better than my ex-boyfriend. They sent me over here to talk to you.” My curiosity is getting the best of me. “Did they dare you to flirt with me? You are terrible at it, by the way. They would be disappointed.” Joe laughs instead of being offended. “They threatened to never speak to me again if I refused.” She is holding her hands together formally. “I told them that you were probably a model or something. I didn’t know you were married.” “Does that bother you, Joe?” Her black eyes stare into mine. She understands what I am asking. She knows what it means. “Not if you don’t want it to.” She answers honestly. “I would like to get to know you.” “Sit.” I offer her the seat beside me. “What are you drinking?” “Water.”