The Society

"I was wondering if I could get a chardonnay?" Her voice was deep and very crisp.

"Oh yes. Sure. We're technically not supposed to be serving anymore but that's okay." I answered nervously.

"Well I appreciate the favor. Actually I have become quite fond of the vineyard you are serving but I wanted to wait until you were pouring to order my first of the evening." The dishwater blonde's red lips parted exposing a perfect set of brilliantly white teeth.

"Really? How come?" I asked with a baffled expression. I couldn't figure why anyone would care who poured them a glass of wine.

I turned and reached for the bottle resting in the ice and a clean glass. I was nervous. The mature woman was still flawless up close and very intimidating. She was gorgeous. I could feel her looking at me with my back turned and the goose bumps began crawling up my back.

"I'm a sucker for a cute boy with bright blue eyes." She was smiling like some sort of predator when I returned with her glass of wine.

"Thanks." I replied.

"Nice smooth skin too, very pretty." She took the glass from me. The well built woman seemed to purposely wrap her fingers around mine. The sensation sent shivers right through me.

"Thanks again." I wanted to say something about being called pretty but this woman could have spit on me and I would have taken it.

"My name is Catherine Creeler. It's a pleasure to meet you." The tall blonde reached out her hand and when I took it she gripped mine hard.

"I'm Dennis Heyquist. It's very nice to meet you Ms. Creeler." I replied getting more comfortable in her presence.

"Well you can call me Catherine. I'd get very tired calling you Mr. Heyquist, so . . ." Catherine Creeler was smiling broadly at me with the same predatory look.

"That's fine with me." I chuckled nervously.

"Dennis I was wondering if this was your only job? Maybe you'd be interested in making some extra money?" She inquired.