Hi and welcome to WIPpet Wednesday at the Manic Writer. I’m Ann Shannon, the Manic Writer, I blog but mostly I write fictitious stories about people who don’t exist. I’m publishing my first book this year so hang out and watch for it. In the meantime you can read excerpts of my work on WIPpet Wednesday and look forward to reading the whole book.
WIPpet Wednesday is a blog hop in which we post a portion of our WIP (work in progress) that somehow relates to the date you publish the blog post on. Math and I are not friends if you’ve been around you know this. I’ve tried to simplify how I choose my excerpt this week but as I’ve said… well you know. This excerpt is from Divorced White Female: Back in the Game, Chapter 10 and the date in the story is Feb 6, if you add ten and six you get sixteen… stay with me here. And then subtract one because this is from book 1 you get fifteen which is the date today! February 15th! Anyway…
Context: Lylah seemed like she needed time with her girls so Terry planned a night out dancing. Unbeknownst to Terry it was Ladies night at the club and they’re waiting in line to get in. Also Lylah has been noticing a sexy stranger around the city, she’s nicknamed him Forearm Guy for obvious reasons.
We clatter out of Terry’s and down onto the street, a mass of chatter and giggles all the way to the club in Pam’s SUV. We’ve made girls night out a priority since college, not wanting to grow apart despite our families and careers. But we haven’t been out dancing since before Thanksgiving. When we arrive, I’m the first to notice the sign and the resulting line. It’s ladies night, which means watered down five dollar drinks, a crowded dance floor, and male strippers. I scuff my feet on the cold pavement and wish I’d worn close toed shoes.
“Well, it looks like we’re waiting for a while.” Pam stretches uselessly in an attempt to peer over the line to the door. “How long do you think Terry?”
“Oh, not long. The line’s moving.” We shuffle forward three steps. “See?”
I let my gaze wander to the sex club next door. I’ve never really paid much attention to it before. I always assumed it wasn’t open due to the lack of activity. Its unassuming on the outside, just a door with a simple sign over it, the windows are blacked out giving no hint of what the interior is like. There’s no line and I consider suggesting we give it a try. With my luck they’d agree, and I’d have to admit it was a joke. Three people approach the door, two men and a woman. One of the men knocks and the door opens revealing the bouncer who nods and takes his cash. The man is dressed in leather pants and a long jacket. The two with him are wearing full length coats, but I see no pant legs at their ankles, rather the woman is teetering on the highest heels I have ever seen, and the man is wearing Crocs. He catches me looking at them and smiles, turning the woman to face me and saying something. She never looks up, but she parts her coat and to my dismay she is wearing nothing more than a thong and a corset that only covers half her breasts. He laughs at my shock and then turns, grabbing leashes I hadn’t noticed and pulling them through the club door.
I look back at my group who are chattering to each other, blissfully unaware of the activities just a few yards away from us. Someone brushes past our group, bumping into me and almost knocking me down. Instinctively I tighten my grip on my purse and look to see who’s hit me. The man looks menacing but I can’t stop looking, his face is tattooed, and heavily pierced, as is the woman with him. She sneers at me and pulls on his arm.
“What’cha starin’ at bitch?” His words dissolve into a cackle that rips at my ears.
I shake my head no and look away but not before another man, catches my eye and makes me look back. It’s forearm guy, I’m sure of it. He’s got leather pants on tonight, and a men’s dress shirt under his leather jacket. He turns at the noise of the man yelling at me. His shirt is open to his waist revealing his muscled chest and a well-defined six-pack.
“Hey, I asked you a question!” The pierced man is now in my face, blocking my view of forearm guy.
“We’re not making trouble. It was an accident.” June has put on her administrator’s voice.
“She’s starin’ at me! You like to stare, bitch?!” He lunges towards me and I flinch, his foul breath washes over me making my stomach turn. I step back to get away from it only to have him move in again.
“Ted.” Forearm guy grabs pierced man’s arm and slides himself between.
Pierced man backs off and relief washes over me. He doesn’t leave though, he glares at me over forearms guy’s shoulder, eyes narrowed and challenging. The girl with him never stopped walking and is waiting for him at the door the sex club, tapping her foot and studying her mitten.
“Let her be, Ted. It’s crowded here tonight and you don’t need anymore trouble.” Forearm guy has come to my rescue. I glance nervously at him and wonder if he even remembers our moment on the subway. Probably not, I see thousands of people every day and I remember none of them, except him. True to my prediction he doesn’t give me a second look.
“Whatever.” Pierced guy pulls his arm out of forearm guys hand and throws his hands up. “You think you’re so high and mighty. I could take you anytime. Just name the place.”
“Ted, you know that’s not true. Go join Kelly, she’s waiting for you.”
“Are you ok?” Forearm guy looks at me and I’m lost in his gaze as I try to answer him.
“We’re good.” June replies for me.
Forearm guy nods at us and walks away, strolling through the sex clubs doors as if he owned the place.
This excerpt is from my free web novella, Divorced White Female, which can be read by clicking the title. It’s never too late to join in the fun. Click the link and subscribe. You can also follow me on Twitter and Facebook for updates.