Texting with the art director all week – little flirty nothings back and forth. Keep the flirt on.

I get home from my first date and quickly freshen up and then call an Uber. The first guy calls and says he got on the highway going the wrong direction so asks me to cancel. The second cancels on me. The third finally shows up.
I get to the venue and I am on the list (although he got my last name wrong) and I get in for free.

I find him behind the bar and he makes me a drink. He plies me with drinks all night long and at one point I tell him, if I didn’t know better I’d think he was trying to get me drunk – super strong drinks. 

He is impish with a devilish smile and he exudes sensuality and sexiness – I am head over heels lusting after him with no explanation because I know nothing about him.

He checks in with me, kisses me and then bops into the crowd. There is amazing music and dancing and I get the groove. He does this boomerang check in, kiss, quick squeeze, a flirty word, for a long time as I drink and get socially lubricated.

Finally after awhile, he grabs my hand and takes me back behind a curtain and into a little room and asks if I want molly or blow. I tell him I only drink – never having done either and not sure I want to start with all the alcohol I have consumed so I pass. But we make out a bit and I flash my thigh highs at him and then he is on his knees kissing the inside of my leg barely grazing my crotch. It’s such a tease and so hot and then we are out of there and I am back on the dance floor while he zig zags around mingling and I guess technically still working.

A bit later we go upstairs into the back/cast area and folks are doing coke but I pass and we chat. Then back to the dance floor. I introduce myself to a variety of people – they are performers, he introduces me to a variety of other folks as well. I am being outgoing and trying to connect, because the next time I will remember these folks and they me. I like this group, I like the vibe, even with the drugs – and I want to be part of it. I am not sure how – am I arty enough, edgy enough, I certainly am not burning man enough since I have never done that. Kinky? I don’t know if that is how this crowd rolls, although he used to work at Kink, so I guess, and he wants to manhandle me.

Even later he drags me up a ladder into the top space which overlooks the dance floor and bar area and we make out some more. He asks if I like to be manhandled and I say yes please – it’s flirty, and hot and he is crazy and cute and sexy and I am acting like a teenager. The pheromones are strong. He tells me I am adorable – The second time I have heard this, this weekend from a man. He tells me this a lot this evening. I guess I have to believe it – he is too and I want to fuck him so bad it hurts.

We dance together and kiss and hug and squeeze and grope a bit. He is also flirting with a tall blond and then brings her over to me and we group hug. He says to me that we will have to handle her. Then she squeezes my breast and I kiss him. It’s strangely erotic and hot. Then a bit later he tells me he is amazed I let her do that and I shrug and say why not. We kiss some more and eventually around 3+am they start to turn up the lights.

The only people left are performer people and a handful of guests. I grab my coat and he walks me out and we kiss and cuddle and hug and I am drunk and I want him to come home with me but he isn’t really disengaged from the “work” yet. These guys have to shut down, pack up and close up shop so he waits with me for my car. At one point I do slide my card into his pocket just so he will have my last name correctly.

This isn’t over, this isn’t just a dance floor dalliance. I have to see him again.