“In that case, I’ll take my time. If I’m gonna be on the ’net anyway, we might as well make it worth the download.”

“Oooh, you got a little freak in you. Maybe you should change in the bathroom with the pole.” He smiled, licking his lips, looking even more eager to not only see what I had planned to put on, but later how he planned to remove it.

I was being a little bad, I’ll admit, but I was feeling good…and he was looking good. But I still knew the rules. No sex. No sex. No sex.

Reaching in my bag, I freshened up, took off my tailored uniform and transformed into my Lil’Kim look: a short jeans skirt and a shirt so tight it looked painted on. Actually, I was too covered up for Lil’ Kim. More like Mary J. I walked out of the bathroom, and he was in shock.

“Okay, so you was like, when in Rome, do as the Romans, right?” he said, looking pleased and eyeing me up and down. “I’m taking you to Cheetahs. It’s one the hottest spots in NY.”

Badu’s hypnotic grooves filled the air as we drove. By now, the sun had set and the bright lights of New York were aglow. He started patting his own leg, then mine, and then touched my thigh. Just testing the waters, as men often do. I didn’t stop him. I figured a little touch was harmless. I know. I know. No sex. No sex. No sex.

The club was packed. There were stages, lights, and rooms that led to rooms that led to more rooms, that led to even more rooms. We made our way through. One room went crazy as the D.J. spun a new tune. A track I had never heard before.

“You know who that is, don’t you? That’s my artist.” He was proud as the crowd went wild. It was his night. We bumped into Latrell Sprewell from the Knicks.

“Spree, this is my one, Montana. Montana, Spree.” The basketball player and I greeted each other, then Damon and I kept making our way through the crowd, my hand in his. He had called me his one.

Once on the floor, things got heated as we danced. Teasing and rubbing, brushing against bodies, acting like we weren’t trying to arouse each other, but we knew what we were doing. The waitress came by and Damon ordered one drink after another. Finally, my drinks from dinner started calling me.

“I’ll be right back. I have to use the ladies room.”