I whip my neck to the side in the direction of the soft, feminine voice. The first thing I see is blonde hair curled over a half-naked breast. But a moment later, the excitement curdles in my chest.
The woman’s similarities to the girl from the club are hollow at best. A pale imitation, nothing more.
“You look like you could use some company,” she says with a seductive smile and a curled finger. She’s wearing a red leather skirt that barely covers her p***y, knee-high boots, and a V-neck vest that puts her sheer bra on full display.
“Have you seen a girl in a wedding dress go by here by any chance?” I ask on a whim.
She raises her eyebrows with interest. “No, honey. You searching for your missus or something?”
My hopes plummet. I start walking away into the night.
But she follows me.
