Dance with a Stranger
The two ladies sat side by side, sipping their bloody mary’s.
“Are you sure it was the same guy?” Nedra asked, chewing an ice cube.
“Not 100% positive, but I think so.” Beverly del Toro was a casting director. She’d set up Nedra with one of the most popular actors from Beverly’s cadre of B list talent.
“Wow, this drink is spicy. Too much horseradish. Making my nose run.” Nedra wiped it with her napkin. “Well, if it was him, that guy you set me up with, then I’m screwed.” The warm breezes blew, causing the overhead palms to flap.
“Why?” Beverly swatted a fly away from her plate of leftover food. “Did you say something during dinner?”
“Because…” Nedra looked around The Ivy, then leaned in closer to Beverly. “We had sex. You know, we did it, like, one night stand sort-of sex.” Nedra leaned back, the faint trace of a smile on her lips. “Old school.”
Beverly nodded, took a long sip from her cocktail straw. She removed the celery, bit a sizable chunk, ensuring none of her Aveda lipstick came off. “You’d better get checked.”
“You’re absolutely sure it was him?” Nedra repeated.
“Girl, I told you. I am almost sure, about 99%, that he’s the same dude. And I’m no saint, but what were you thinking, screwing just anybody like that on the first date?” Beverly used her talon-like nail to remove a piece of celery from her molars. “You said you wanted someone to take you out for a nice dinner?”
“I thought so too, but he was gorgeous.” Nedra blushed. “One thing just led to another. Girl, it’s been about a year since… ya know. I swear, I was drying up and all.”
They laughed. Their waiter removed their plates.
“You can say it’s none of my business, Nedra, but did you use protection?”
Nedra paused, shook her head no.