#1: Hands

Lauren wasn't sure why he first singled her out.  The man in the impeccable, blue, pin striped suit took to her more than the others thee first time he saw her.  Alicia had bigger boobs and long, curly blond hair.  Tatiana had the fullest booty.  Crystal had been a cheerleader, she had the most athletic body and those damn dimples so many guys commented about.  But the man in the blue suit liked her for some reason.  She turned her head as she saw him walk into the club.  "No, not tonight... I'm just not up for him tonight," she thought to herself. 

Lauren stood at the bar, her back to him.  He didn't pay the cover.  The bouncers knew him.  The manager knew him.  The whole fucking city knew him.  Lauren wished she didn't know him.  Lauren kept fit, but wasn't the most athletic.  Her face was attractive, highlighted by deep green eyes, but she wasn't the prettiest.  Her hair was straight and light brown, with highlights, but not the body she wished it had.  Her butt had grown a bit fuller and her once super perky breasts sagged some after Grace was born.  Lauren really didn't see what the guys really saw in her.  But they were men.  Show them some boobs and some attention and the dollar bills came.  Lap dances brought the twenties.  And the self-loathing. 

Grace. 

Lauren's thumb nails tapped furiously on her phone screen.  "How is she?"  The response was quick, "Her temps stll 102  Fvr hasnt brkn yet."  Lauren's heart sank.  Then she heard her name called.  Tyler, the manager's voice.  Lauren took a deep breath, tried to exhale slow, and put on her "stupid girl smile" as she turned.  Tyler tilted his head towards the lap dance section in the corner.  She nodded.  She could see the outline of the man in the blue suit.  The lights had been turned off near him.  It took all her composure to saunter towards him.  "Grace," she thought silently to herself.  Lauren reached behind her and untied the lower tie of her bikini top as she walked towards him. 

"Lauren," he smiled, "So nice to see you again."  He voice dripped with arrogance.  It was the sonic leer of a man who knew he couldn't be touched.  A man raised in privilege, and supremely confident that was exactly where he belonged, and where he would always stay.  She turned as she got close, she squatted down, sitting on his lap, shifting slowly side ti side.  The hands of the man in the impeccable, blue, pin striped suit grabbed her bare waist.  They slid slowly up her sides, then forwards as he cupped her breasts.  Her stomach turned.  Patrons were not allowed to touch the dancers in the club.  Except for the man in the blue suit.  His hands slid forward.  And then down... down...down...

"Grace," Lauren thought to herself.

Introduction

I'm writing this piece as a serial online novel.  It's an idea that's been floating around my head for more than a year.  That idea has attached itself to other ideas that have jangling in my brain for a long time, decades, in some cases.  This story isn't well planned out ahead of time.  I have a basic idea of the direction I want to head in with this idea, and several things I want to work into it.  But, for the most part, I'm just winging it.  I've never written a novel before.  This is a timely issue I want to get out into the world, and I just keep putting it off.  So I decided to do it as a blog, write a piece of it almost every day, and we;ll see what happens.  Hope you enjoy  the ride.  Hell, I hope I enjoy the ride.  Onward...