05/09/2024
Kristen
“Kirsten! Get down from there, or you’re gonna fall and hurt yourself!” my BFF yells at me from across the table and trying to squash all my fun tonight.
“We’re here to have fun. So, let me dance and have fun. Remember, this is why you made me come out to this club tonight. You said it would be fun, but now you’re dampening my buzz. So, shush.“ Just because she made that comment, I go from standing on cushioned seat at our table that overlooks the dance floor from the second level to climbing on the top of the table. Now I can really dance and shake my body freely around.
“Oh, honey, I believe you went way past your buzz state five tequila shots ago,” she counters, and I don’t care.
I haven’t had a day off in months, and when I finally got one, I was planning on only staying in and watching movies all night. But no, Angi wouldn’t have that, and here we are now.
“Stop being such a party pooper and get up here and dance with me!”
“No, now get down from there before you hurt yourself in those three-inch high heels. This wobbly table and those are not a good mix. Not to mention that you are less than a foot away from going over the metal railing.” I keep dancing and ignore her. “Girl, we can see straight up your mini skirt. Just get down.”
I swiftly turn my head to give her another of peace of my mind on her Debbie Downer attitude, but the only sound that comes out of my mouth is a holler as I’m tumbling down onto the table. With a hard thud, my leg is sandwiched between the metal bars of the railing, and thankfully, my ass and head land in comfort on the bench seat. I can tell right away that my leg is not in great shape as it’s starting to throb even through my inebriated state. I still don’t let it crush my party mood of the night.
“Hey! Somebody get me out of here! The dance floor is calling my name!“ I yell over the heartbeat of the music echoing through the vast space below.
“Kirsten!” Angi‘s voice sounds faint and far away. “Can you move your feet and get it out from between the bars?”
It’s hard to hear her, but I try to do as instructed. “No, I’m stuck!” I shout back.
“Oh, my God! Somebody call 911!” she yells to anyone that will listen. Honestly, I don't know why she wouldn't just pick up her own phone and dial the three little numbers.
At this point, I am resigned to the fact that I’m gonna have to sit here for an hour or two. So, I rest my head against the cushion bench and close my eyes.
Some night this turned out to be.
“Angi,“ I call out, needing to have a familiar person close by.
“Yes, Kirsten.“ Angi grabs my hand as she slides up next to me on the bench behind me, and I rest my back on her shoulder.
“No, I’m not hanging in there. I’m stuck in there.” A giggle rises up from my throat and out my mouth.
“That's what she said,” Angi says as she laughs along with me. It won’t be too much longer before the fire department is here.“
I hear some shuffling around of furniture, and a male, husky voice is commanding and authoritative as he barks orders to the people around behind me.
“I’m going to move now, honey. They need to get where I’m out to free your foot from between those bars,” Angi whispers in my ear, pats me on the arm, and moves her body away, making me hold my own body weight up. Which is a feat in itself.
The indented movement of the soft foam underneath me has me losing my balance and falling completely back to lay flat on the bench. But what’s more shocking than the sudden movement is the piercing blue eyes that meet my tired and I’m certain, bloodshot ones.
“Well… hello there, Oss-ifer,” I greet with a smile.
“That’s Captain Gabe Danielson, ma’am,” the man towering over me, introduces.
He’s decked out in khaki colored fireman’s gear from neck to toe with a yellow helmet at the top his head. Yet I’m not fooled by the layers of fabric and protective gear. I can tell that the physique underneath is one that I would love to have smashed up against my body and writhing underneath.
A throat clears loudly.
“Ma’am, we’re here to do a job. Comments like those are completely inappropriate.” His voice is commanding, and I’d like him to command me in the bedroom.
“Kristen,“ Angi starts, “you’re talking out loud, and I think you meant to keep those thoughts to yourself.”
“Oopsie. Sorry. Not sorry,” I react with a chuckle.
“Ma’am, I’m gonna come in close to you and hold your ankle still while my partner bends the bars enough for us to slide your ankle out,” the burly, hunk of a man instructs.
“Yes, sir, Daddy,“ I acknowledge.
“Oh, my God, Kirsten.“ I hear Angi scold from somewhere behind me, and it just makes me giggle more.
But all laughter dies as soon as Mr. Captain wraps his firm hand around my leg as it shoots a jolt of electricity straight to my core, causing me to sit up straight and grab both of his shoulders for stability.
Too many sensations are happening all at once. The strobe lights continue to flash on and off, changing colors rapidly, while the deep beats of the music rumble through the club sending vibrations through the cushion underneath me, at the same time my savior sits at my feet, rescuing me. I can’t help but to lean forward, pressing my chest against his back as my head lays on his shoulder and my arms wrap as far around him as I can get them. His chest is so wide though that my hands don’t even touch.
I swear I hear him chuckle when I feel his body shake a little under my grasp. My body relaxes, and I let them take as long as they need to free me. I’m happy and content right here against this stranger's back. And honestly, I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.
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