The year was 1979...disco's were all the rage even though they were on their way out.
After college was done and before she went to her choice of many jobs that she was qualified for, Janet went a bit crazy.
Why buckle down and be an adult right now? Play while she could, serious will be the rest of her life after all.
She excelled in school and pretty much at everything she did, except in the relationship department.
Always in a study group, forever going over class notes, her nose buried constantly in a book, Janet isolated herself from the world of Frat party weekend keggers and stuck up Serority sisters during "Rush" week.
She had bigger fish to fry. She wanted more for herself. She wanted the brass ring and everything that went with it.
But after school was done she became restless, she wanted what she missed in her school days, and began to party... HARD.
In no time flat she was in with the "In crowd". Velvet ropes dropped at her feet when she went to the hottest clubs that NO ONE could get into, her name always showed up on the guest VIP list. Everyone knew who she was and she reveled in the feeling of power that this gave her. This was also a great way to network since she wanted to pursue a career in advertising.
Two birds with one stone, yes?
She was introduced in a very casual way. A friend of a friend kind of thing. Drew was starting up a new club, maybe there was an opportunity to work together and both get what they wanted?
He was rich, connected and oozing sexuality. Six foot tall, bronzed skin over muscles. Sandy blonde hair, inquisitive hazel eyes, a quick and sarcastic wit...
She felt the pangs of what she surmised as a "Teen aged crush" and nothing more. But she did admit he was quite the catch and if things went the way they thought it would for his club, Drew would be very successful.
She was working on the fliers to be plastered all over town to announce the opening of the club. He had been picking out glasses for the bar, linens, stocking the booze, the hiring etc. Right now he was transfixed on the sound system and the lighting. Janet continued working on the flyer until she thought she could present it to him for his approval....it had to be perfect.
Drew was in the D.J.'s booth, a tangle of wires at his feet, cussing to himself. She had to stifle down a giggle. His hair was in complete disarray from him running his hands through it in his frustration. Hunched over he didn't hear her approach so when she said his name he about jumped out of his skin.
He turned hazel eyes on her, blazing in anger. "Don't you ever sneak up on me again! Do you hear me!?" She took a step back, figuring it was just his frustration.
"I finished the flyer, and need your approval so I can send it to print..." she said softly.
He took a moment to collect himself. let out a long breath, and pressed a button. At once the light system and sound systems synced together.
"What is your favorite song?", he asked her dismissing his outburst as if it never happened.
"Do You Think I'm Sexy"... it sounded so pathetic at the time.
In an instant Rod Stewart's vocals filled the club.
"How about a slow one?", he smiled as he asked her.
"How Deep Is Your Love?", she replied sheepishly. He extended his hand to her, she gingerly accepted it. He pressed some more buttons and the sound of the Bee Gee's filled the room, casually she was lead onto the dance floor.
He pulled her into his embrace. Why did he have to smell so damn good?
His body was both tense and relaxed as they danced in silence. Swaying, gliding, dipping, he was a great dancer indeed, no wonder the girls lined up for his attention.
The final strains of the song played as he dipped her...."Too Fred Astaire for you?"
She felt her breath catch in her throat as she gazed deeply into his playful eyes.
"No...." her words never left her mouth as he kissed her deeply...
"You know what this means don't you?", he asked her. After finding some composure she couldn't find her own voice even though she was screaming "What?" in her own mind. She shook her head at him.
"You're mine now..."