Chapter 5/ Blue Martini

CHAPTER FIVE

Blue Martini

The parking lot in front of Blue Martini was filled with fancy cars.  BMW’s, Mercedes, Lexus, a few Audi’s.  There is a black Bentley and an orange Lambroghini parked right in front.  The Blue Martini is the latest hotspot in Boca Raton.  It is part of a chain of upscale bar/restaurant/clubs.  There is already one in Ft Lauderdale and one in West Palm Beach.  But this Boca Raton version was greatly anticipated by the locals. It is attached to the Town Center Mall at the Northeast wing; a new wing developed as the real estate market hit its downturn two years earlier.  The bar features nightly entertainment, attractive bar staff, attractive furnishings, and overpriced drinks.  But it attracts the beautiful people of Boca Raton.  Fancy cars, beautiful women, grey hairs looking to flash cash and young FAU college students alike.

As my wife Arlene and I approach the entrance to the bar, Arlene is already telling me how long she wants to stay. Since the Starbucks crowd is my little group, and Arlene does not know anyone, she is already dreading the evening out.  “I have work tomorrow, I do not want to stay too long” she says to me.  

We enter the bar, luckily for us it was before 8 pm when we arrived so we did not get hit with the ridiculous $10.00 cover charge.   Looking to the left at the outdoor bar, Stacy was already there with several others.    She was mingling from table to table, cigarette and martini glass in hand.

Melissa and Craig are there.  Solomon and Dorrie, a husband and wife legal team,  are at the same table.  Solomon and Dorrie have a small law practice in Boca, have two children…..little boys…. but can only make it to Starbucks on the weekends.  They live in the same townhouse community with Melissa and Craig and a few doors from Wendy and Howard.  More about them later.

Just like at Starbucks, we have apparently commandeered three tables for our group.  Richard and his girlfriend Terrie are there at another table talking to Gary the real estate broker.  Gary joins us periodically at Starbucks.  Gary is a divorced man in his last 30’s, dark hair, medium height and build. He has a young boy and is already thinking about remarriage. 

I say my hellos …..I introduce Arlene to the crowd.   Then Arlene and Terrie realize they know each other.  “You look so familiar, Arlene says”.   Terrie replies, “Of course, we spent a few years at the Jewels Dance studio with our girls”.  Oh what a relief, Arlene knows someone.  Now she won’t feel so tortured by this occasion.  Terrie and Arlene are of similar age; Terrie is recovering from a messy divorce and is still a bit bitter.  This is perfect for Richard, since he is bitter from his divorce as well.  Arlene sits next to Terrie to chat as I mingle among my Starbucks faithful. 

“Do you want anything to drink”? I ask Arlene as I head to the bar.  We both get martinis.

Whitney and Harland show up soon after me.  Whitney is dressed like my daughter would dress when she was 18.  Her long blonde hair has sheen to it and looks like it was just done. She is wearing a tight mini black print dress. The dress is skin tight.  She is showing off her tits and shapely legs. You can see her nipples through the material.  While she is fun for me to look at, I am not sure how Harland feels about that look.

Harland appears as a regular guy in a Tommy Bahamas shirt and slacks.  They seem happy but totally mismatched.   Whitney comes to sit with Craig and Melissa as Harland mingles with the crowd and makes small talk with everyone.

Craig does not really drink but is quick to order shots for the others.  He likes to watch and direct. Craig and Solomon chat and call over the attractive server to order drinks. Craig and Solomon still talking about the big real estate deal that might change their lives. Craig orders a half dozen Lemon Drops to go along with the Martinis that we had already ordered. 

The bar is completely filled by 8:15 pm and the high top tables around the bar have been all taken as well.  The server waits at the side of the bar along with another server for the bar tenders to fill the orders. Looking at the crowd, it is hard to believe that the economy is so bad. 

At the entrance to the Blue Martini I can see the Zohan has arrived.  The Zohan has his same dark blue suit on; same Gucci glasses and loafers without socks.   Stacy’s divorce attorney, the Zohan, walks in with a smile on his face like he is the conquering hero returning from battle.  He walks over to embrace Stacy and gives her a kiss on the cheek.  Stacy introduces the Zohan to others around her that have not met him.    Nobody seems all that interested in chatting with him.  And he squeezes his way to the bar to order a drink.  The Zohan is at home and yet alone.

The waitress returns with our drinks and the shots.  The shots are handed to the ladies.  Arlene is offered a shot, but graciously declines.  Definitely not my wife’s scene and she is not anxious to do shots in any event.  Others take their drinks, toast each other and down the shots. They all sip their Martinis and the party is underway.  Stacy walks around and mingles as it is her celebration of divorce that has brought us all together.  Not that we really needed to celebrate her divorce, we just look for an excuse for a night out. 

Jackie has appeared, but she has come alone.  Apparently Alfred was with their son at a game and could only drop off and pick up Jackie.  Jackie explains that her visit will be quick but she would stay for one drink before she had to leave, as Alfred would be picking her up soon.

The group was already on their second round of drinks by the time Jackie has her first. And, I can ``see the drinks taking their desired effect. The conversations are getting louder. Some of the group members seem to be getting a bit more touchy-feely.  Lot’s of arms around shoulders, etc.

After an hour or so, photos are beginning to be taken. Stacy has pictures taken of her and each of the crew from Starbucks. Stacy walks to each table and makes sure she is the center of attention in each photo. Her tight little dress and chest flashed front and center in each photo. She jumps on a bar stool for a picture, looking a little unsteady from the multiple drinks she has consumed, as she tries to stand with her high heels.  

After a while, the music gets louder and Stacy starts to dance.  She is dancing alone; but having a great time.  All at the bar are watching, and Stacy is enjoying the attention. It’s her party and everyone needs to know that.

Others are starting to get into the photo ops as well.  Within an hour or so at the Blue Martini, the reserved and quiet adults that had walked in, had become kids again.  The couples were having a good time and conversations went from serious to playful.

Talia and David showed up late.  David is freshly tattooed down his arm and shows off his art work to all that are interested. He is out of uniform and so he sports his own colorful self.  His ears pierced, with fishing hooks. His tattoo is a nautical scene with a mermaid.
He has several piercings as well.  In fact he is not too shy to show them off.  Talia turns her head and smiles as David shows off the pictures of his piercings to the group.

Over at another table, Craig asks Melissa and Whitney to stand next to each other. Both in their tight dresses and blonde hair.  They could be sisters. They dressed alike.  They are built the same, they are the same height, same big fake tits and all. They had both been drinking, and they embrace arm and arm for the picture.

Melissa with a drink in hand and Whitney with a strawberry from her drink.    “Melissa, share the strawberry with Whitney”, Craig directs.  “ Let’s see a little lesbian action” he adds.  Melissa pulls Whitney closer and the two blonde “sisters” share a strawberry until their painted red lips touch. They both have bedroom eyes as they look at each other for the embrace. There is a smile between the two after the kiss.

“Great picture” Craig applauds.  I watch with both amazement and with typical guy excitement about the prospect of two women going at it.  They continue to pose for the camera.  Whitney has her arm around Melissa’s shoulder as she lifts her bare leg for Melissa to hold; Melissa showing off her chest for the camera.  Her erect nipples quiet visible for the camera lens.  Neither of them seem uneasy about the direction from Craig.  And I am enjoying the show.   Craig seems so at ease directing his wife and Whitney.  As if they had performed this scene many times before. 

Howard, Whitney’s husband seemed amused by the activities of his wife.  Seemingly unsure what to make of all of it as his attention was half on the scene his wife was making and just simple conversation he was having with others.

Whitney and Melissa embrace for one more kiss in front of Craig’s camera before they split up and go to respective corners (or spouses).  Will these photo’s make it to Facebook? Or just the private collection of Craig and Melissa’s.