The Mocha Club... A Wife's Awakening

The dance floor was rammed as the music—Nero, Chase & Status, Magnetic Man, Katy B—seamlessly transitioned from one song to the next. The hot and heavy beats were just perfect for Fran's mood but she quickly realised she wasn't dressed for the place. She always fastidious about her appearance at work, and today she had dressed to impress in killer heels, a fitted, silver satin blouse and matching pencil skirt. It was too late to worry now, so she quickly popped another button on her blouse, which revealed just a hint of her deep, full cleavage, and loosened her hair, letting the long, flowing blonde locks tumble down around her shoulders.

She gazed around the club. Everyone there seemed to be experiencing a high of one sort or other. Even the walls seemed to bounce and sway to the heavy rhythm pounding out of the large sound system. The air vibrated as the bassline thumped around them and their bodies undulated to the heavy beat. Hot, sweaty bodies swaying to the music, practically devouring one another. She was keenly aware she looked totally out place, she felt very much at home in the small, intimate venue. It reminded her very much of the clubs she and Reuben had frequented when they first met at Uni. The music was exactly what she liked, and she smiled at the memory of the two of them bouncing and gyrating together back in the day. As the smile lit up her face, she caught the eye of a fit looking black guy, dancing into her line of sight. They locked eyes, and his very direct, very intense look left her in no doubt of his intentions as his muscular, lithe body swayed in front of her.

Fran watched him for a long moment with an amused look on her face. He was well dressed, trendy and was obviously very self-assured. And she understood why. He was handsome and had a fantastic body under that tight vest. If she has been single, he might have stood a chance, but as it was, she wouldn't mind having some stud wrapped around her little finger for an hour or so. A little bit of company meant she wouldn't have to ward off lots of unwanted attention, and someone to pay for her drinks in exchange for a peck on the cheek at the end of the night seemed a fair exchange, so she gave him a flirty smile and ordered herself another glass of prosecco.