Ricky Rockit could hear the techno music half a block
away. As he was looking for Victoria’s house, driving
with satisfied content down to her house. He saw a lot
of cars lined up every which way. Some people’s cars
he knew, some that he did not, looking for house
number 135.

He drove up to her house barely finding a parking
space. Outside of the house were people he didn’t know
but some of the peers knew his face. As everyone
paused to look who came to the house, Ricky spotted a
pink piece of paper that said, WE’RE RUN RIOTIN’ —
COME IN.

Ricky did just that.

As he walked pass the crowded foyer there were guys
and girls greeting him as they knew he owned a
nightclub. Ricky calmly smiled as he made way closer
to the blast of bass from the music that enlightened
him. The place was packed with people he knew and
didn’t know. Those that knew him asked him to rock
with them but he announced "In a minute". Most of the
people there were dancing to some new music, some
techno and some club music which the stereo system was
making at ear-shattering volume. Strobe lights blinked
at Ricky from the corners of the living room that he
eventually came to.

In the center of the dancers was a stunningly
attractive couple. The young woman wore a black tube
top, with tight black pants that stretched so tightly
over her curvaceous figure that Ricky was sure they
would rip at the seams as she rolled her hips and
flapped her mouth-watering arms in tempo to the music.
Her partner—a cool, not so tall, thin young
man—was wearing a nice club shirt that was stylishly
black, and blue denim jeans. He watched his date
through his half-closed eyes, sometimes responding
directly to her ardent movements, sometimes leading
off on his own. His movements were more angular and
controlled than hers, but no less sexual. Ricky
watched them for a moment, then moved on.

As he reached the dinning room, a redheaded girl in
white skin tight hip huggers came rushing out of the
hallway and almost knocked him down. He grabbed her in
his arms to keep from falling over. She paused a
moment, fitted her body to his. The fragrant perfume
she was wearing tickled his nose, but before Ricky
could say a word, an angry young man grabbed the
redhead and began pulling her toward the front door.
She waved good bye to Ricky, then disappeared, leaving
nothing behind but her alluring aroma.

Ricky pulled himself together and pushed in the
kitchen. Victoria spotted him at once, and waved a
kitchen knife at him pretentiously. "Ricky, you punk,
you’re unbelievably late."

"Sorry about that Victoria, but I got wrapped up at
the club."

"Well, if you prefer flirting with your lady customers
rather than seeing me and my party, I can’t say much
for your taste."

Ricky looked displeased. Then he brightened, thinking
of the redhead. "There are some delicious views here
tonight, I mean it."

Victoria took the remark personally. "Thanks. I
thought you’d like my outfit." She stretched out her
arms to show off her tight white shirt and a short
blue denim skirt , nearly wounding Ricky with the
kitchen knife.

Ricky jumped back quickly, laughing. "What’s with
that, Victoria? Taking up lessons on surgery I see?
"Actually, honey, it’s for you." Ricky looked shocked,
Victoria rapidly continued. "Oh, you do have a dirty
mind. No, your balls are safe ---- it’s open-heart
surgery I have in mind. Artichoke hearts, that is.
Would you be a sweetheart and help me cut these, and
then scrape a few carrots? I’m making a salad, but no
vegetables ready yet."

Victoria pointed to a young woman standing at the
counter, mixing ingredients. "Svetlana here is making
up salad dressing from a new recipe, so you can help
her and vice-versa. You have met Svetlana, haven’t
you?"

Ricky nodded austerely at Svetlana, who smiled shyly
back at him, then used her fist to push a lock of
blonde hair out of her cute face. As she did so,
dressing got onto her hair.

"Hey, you’d better let me help, "Ricky said, moving
quickly to her side.

"Well, leopard and gazelle, I’m off to check on the
guests," Victoria said, walking toward the door. Then
stopped to look at the young couple standing by the
counter. "But Lana, I should warn you. Ricky will
probably tell you that he’s everything on S-E-X. But
the truth is, he spends it on women who don‘t deserve
it"

Ricky laughed loudly. Then, with a wink at Svetlana,
he roared with a mannish posture, using a seductive
look.

Svetlana smiled with fascination.

"The leopard always gets the gazelle." Nicole said.
She shut the kitchen door quietly behind her and
headed toward the music.