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of the crowd outside the club. My eyes travel the length of his body, taking in his raw sexuality. His shaved head is a look I don’t think is attractive on most people, but it works for him. He’s wearing a black button-down shirt that almost looks like it is custom tailored to follow the lines of his body from his broad shoulders down to his narrow waist. The rolled up sleeves highlight dark tattoos that I can’t quite make out in the dim light. The faded blue jeans define and accentuate his hips and obviously well-built thighs. The look is finished off with a pair of black leather boots with a buckle on the side. He’s the opposite of anything I’ve been attracted to in the past, but I’ll be damned if my body doesn’t long to get to know him.
    “Sweetie, tonight's not the night to come to a place like this for the first time. And to do it alone,” he sucks in a deep breath. “Well, that's just asking for trouble.”
    “Who says this is my first time?” I ask, slightly offended that this stranger feels the need to warn me off as if I am incapable of protecting myself.
    He steps closer, almost too close for comfort seeing as I have no clue who this devastatingly sexy man is. “Honey, with your blue jeans, fuck-me red boots and a corset so white you'll be glowing all night, you look like a modern day Betsy fucking Ross. Let's just say there's little about your outfit that leads me to believe you've experienced what you're about to see. And the way you're lookin' around, you're not with anyone.”
    He takes one more step toward me, now firmly inside my personal bubble. When he speaks, his breath smells like a combination of cigarettes and one of those super-concentrated cinnamon mints. Surprisingly, it’s a bit of a turn-on for me. Then again, when you haven't had sex in over a year, the wind blowing just right is a turn on.
    “So, I'll tell you again . You might wanna rethink what you're about to do. Unless, of course, you’re into that shit. And if that's the case, I'll be sure to find you in about an hour.” The stranger places two fingers against his mouth and then to my cheek before winking and turning to walk away. So. Freaking. Hot. And a little disturbing at the same time. I straighten my body, hoping he didn’t catch the way my knees buckled slightly at the simple gesture.
    Before I can ask his name, the stranger disappears into the crowd, bypassing the line waiting to get inside. I wonder what he meant when he said I'd be glowing all night. Or about experiencing what I was about to see. Our brief conversation replays in my mind while I wait for Holly. It is, without a doubt, one of the most bizarre encounters in my life.
    About three seconds before I lose my cool, Holly appears from the same side of the building as where the stranger had been. “Sorry, babe. Had to park down the street. It's going to be a great fucking night!” She is bouncing around on her studded black heels and I’m not sure if it’s the beginning of an adrenaline rush, or to combat the cold October air.
    “So, uh. ..what exactly is this?” I ask, conflicted between wanting to prepare myself and fearing her response.
    “Honey, this is freedom. You need to promise me you'll have an open mind, okay?” Between the stranger's warning and Holly pleading with me to have an open mind, being scared to death wins out.
    “Um...” We shuffle along the sidewalk, with only four people separating us from the bouncer. I am at a loss for words. The only thing I know for certain is I didn’t want to ask for more details. As terrified as I am to find out what is happening on the other side of the heavy wooden door, curiosity is the only thing propelling my feet forward.
    Holly wraps an arm around my waist and places her head on my shoulder. I know this Holly. This is my friend who is going to push me outside of my comfort zone and wants me to go along with her hair-brained scheme. “Have I ever done anything that's put you in