Two Dirty Martinis

I stood at the ornate doors of the Gilchrist restaurant; my reflection looked back at me from the smoked glass. My girls had done me proud; my chestnut brown hair fell in a sensual wave to my shoulders. There were enough hair extensions and hair spray in it. I nearly expected half my hair to fall off if I took a stumble. The smoky eyes and bright red lip made me feel like a starlet from the golden age of Hollywood had stepped out of the projection reel.I was wearing fake tan to pretend I'd seen the sun far more often than I ever really did. The soft pink knee-length dress showed off my best feature (my arms) and concealed the little belly I had. I hoped the fake tan didn't stain the dress, or this would be very embarrassing. I took a deep breath, summoned my courage, and pulled open the door. Giving my best "I do this every day" smile, I strode through the door. Behind a beautiful carved wooden counter, a gorgeous south Asian man looked up from some papers and fixed me with a dazzling smile. I felt my knees wobble, partly in fear but also, he was a total dish."Good evening. Do you have a reservation with us?" His voice still held traces of his exotic heritage. It whispered of warm nights, slow whirring ceiling fans, and glistening bodies moving together. I pulled myself together and tried not to imagine what was under that oh-so-tight-fitting uniform."Yes...yes, I do. Mitchell...Gwen Mitchell. I have a table...for two...at seven-thirty." My voice betrayed my nerves, and my smile became brittle with anxiety."Let me just check our reservations. Yes, of course, Ms Mitchell, a party of two. Do come through to the lounge, have a pre-dinner drink and wait for your dining companion. I hope you have an enjoyable experience with us." That beaming smile, those honeyed words, a welcoming gesture with his arms. I nodded, hopefully not enough to make him think I'm a crazy woman, and followed the direction he pointed me towards.Small rectangular tables were sprinkled around the room's edges, softly upholstered chairs clustered around the tables. A gorgeous marble-topped bar was in the centre of the room, with a striking-looking woman in a pinstripe waistcoat, a flash of chrome just below her elbows. Acıbadem Escort The effect was like those old-fashioned 1920's bartenders in speakeasies. She caught my eye and gestured to one of the empty stools that ringed the bar. I tried to look cool as I walked across, but I must have been shaking a lot. When I got seated, she gave me a big warm smile."Good evenin'. Why you look like you just stepped out of the pages of Vogue." Her voice has the cinnamon tones of the Caribbean Islands, and I could feel them calming me down. I blushed at the compliment and gave a smile back."Somebody is going to be mighty proud to have dinner with you tonight. How about a little cocktail to start the evening with a little sparkle?" That cinnamon voice wrapped me in its warmth and drove back my nerves. Before I could stop myself, I was nodding in agreement."Heavens, yes, I need one. Since this has a twenties vibe, is there a good cocktail I should try?" I was grateful for her being so friendly, and I really did need a drink."I'm a big fan of the classics. Can I mix you a dirty martini?" She gestured towards the elegantly curved glass, and I knew I was lost.A generous measure of Grey Goose vodka, a shot of dry vermouth with a French label, an olive on a cocktail stick and a splash of the brine. I watched her stir the ice cubes slowly around the glass, not letting them clink against the glass. In a few minutes, the ice melted, and the revered drink was placed before me.I gingerly reached out and lifted it to my lips. The scent of citrus, Mediterranean herbs, and the salty whiff of the sea from the olive drifted through my nostrils, and I was seduced. A single sip hit my tongue like a flash of summer heat, and I swallowed instinctively to give my mouth a chance to cool down. The fiery liquid slid down my throat and sent tendrils of warmth across my chest. I sucked in air through my pursed lips, the air made my tongue tingle, and my blood surged in my veins.I didn't know a drink could do that. I've known drinks for taking away bad days, for mending broken hearts, and for celebrating a triumph. This was something else. This wasn't a drink with a silly saucy name that drunken Acıbadem Escort Bayan women ordered and pretended to flirt with the bartender. This was the fuel that ran the jazz age, the house parties of Noel Coward plays. This was Promethean fire, a secret stolen from the Gods themselves.I caught the bartender watching my face intently. She could tell this was having an incredible effect on me, and it wasn't just the sheer amount of alcohol."With enough of those inside you, you could dance all night and still be standing in time for breakfast." My voice had the passion of a zealot. I'd found a sacred elixir. The bartender smiled and moved away to serve someone else.I took my time consuming the elixir. I could feel it loosen me up. My back felt a little straighter, my smile a little brighter, my shoulders dropped, and my neck grew longer. The siren song of all that alcohol swept through me like a tsunami, scouring my mind of doubt, fear or uncertainty. I wasn't drunk, well, not that drunk, but I was a whole hell of a lot less sober than when I walked into the place. That's when Kim walked in. This was our second time meeting and our first proper date.She was shorter than I was, even in her heels, and her hair was swept into an updo. Her silk ankle-length dress was royal blue, with a slit on one side giving a flash of her knee when she walked. I damn near choked when I saw her and tried not to swallow my tongue. Fortunately, salvation lay in the last mouthful of the elixir that remained in my glass. I drained the glass and slid it back onto the bar while she sat beside me."Damn, you look good. That dress looks amazing on you. I'm so jealous of those legs of yours." Her eyes were bright, and her voice sparkled with genuine affection."I...thank you?I don't look as nice as you do. Are we going to the Golden Globes tonight?" I flashed a glance at her very generous cleavage and winked. A moment later, my sozzled brain caught up to what I'd done, and I blushed like a ripe tomato."I thought I'd give the girls a night out. They don't always get to be appreciated like this." A girlish giggle, a little wiggle to make them jiggle. My eyes nearly fell Escort Acıbadem out of my head. I wanted to press my face in there and celebrate them properly.The bartender slid into my vision; her smile got even more prominent when she saw I had company. "Good evening ladies, can I get you a drink to make the night a little more magical?" A diamond fizz and another dirty martini were ordered.We watched couples who had arrived ahead of us being called to their tables and made chit-chat for a few minutes. Flashes of images danced in my mind of Kim and me. Her mouth on mine, our dresses falling to the floor. Soft moans, nails on each other's skin, and the heady scent of raw, passionate sex. I hoped I wasn't staring too much or talking too much crap. Kim took a generous swallow of her diamond fizz and leaned in close to me, her voice low."Now we can be good girls, go to dinner, have a wonderful time, and see where the night takes us. Or we can be bad girls. Cancel the table, go through to the hotel next door. Get a room, devour each other and have room service sent up when we run out of steam. Maybe I'm picking up the wrong signals, but you've been trying not to make it too obvious you want to see what's under this dress. It's your call, sweetie."Maybe it was the martinis, perhaps it was the air in the room, but I saw two slowly spinning images appearing in my sight. A hotel room door with a 'do not disturb' outside and a knife and fork were beckoning me to culinary delights. I love food, I really do, and this place is supposed to be the best in the city, if not the country. However, I can always return another time and enjoy the brilliance of the chef. I may not get another blatant invitation to pure carnality from the temptress before me. The decision seemed to take an eternity but was probably only a handful of seconds."Fuck it. Who needs cutlery?" I responded, my voice throbbing with rampant desire."My kinda woman." That was all she needed to say.Kim slid off the stool and went off to take care of getting the room. I watched her go, that walk sending plumes of wanton lust streaming through my mind. I took a few moments to pay the bar tab and left a fifty on the bar as a tip for the life-changing cocktail. She blew me a kiss and gave me a cheery wave. I broke the bad news to the smiling Adonis at the front desk that plans had changed. We wouldn't be needing the table after all. A discrete tip slid into his palm, ensured that perhaps another evening we could enjoy the delights of the kitchen.