Rhythm of Us
I arrive first. I order double grey goose rocks for her, as she drinks it like it was water, and a Tanqueray tonic, which is my water. Open a tab. Grab my preferred table back to the wall, and I can see the door.
Emmie stands out anywhere, but here especially in this dive. She comes through the door, sundress, high-heeled sandals long blonde hair, and actually natural, of all blondes I have known, and that’s more than you would guess, one of handful that are not dyed. Her eyes the steely blue colour of the skies of the St. Petersburg of her youth.
She glides over grace of dancer. I notice a group of men at the bar watching her I stand pull a chair out for her she hugs me and we share a long kiss before she slides down into the chair. She sees the fivers on the table take one runs to the jukebox.  Soon her song comes on “Do You Feel Like We Do, over decade before she was born. She dances equal parts Bolshoi, and pole dance. I don’t like the way the morbidly obese man in cargo shorts flip-flops and dirty T-shirt is eying her. She gyrates back to the table I kiss her caressing her. I am claiming her, because I have a sense of what is coming.
Tammy, 2 Sauza Silver and 2 Corona backs, please I say to bartender who delivers them to table and retrieves the used glasses I down the Sauza, and ask Emmie to the ladies for a moment so, I can make a call.  I pull my phone out and she leaves.
The man gets off the stool, and comes to the table.
He asks in a thick boozy drawl “Do you mind if, I …”
I cut him off, “Actually, I fucking do fat sod” I say standing quickly, sliding phone shades across table.
“Look Frankenstein, my buddies and I just want to know how much does the whore cost,” He says laughing.
“Fuck you! I scream stomping his foot with my Doc Marten work boot.
I bring my right straight into his solar plexuses, followed by an open palm to nose, and he drops his 2 friends rush over. As he crumples to the ground have only landed a punch to my shoulder
.”Who’s next?!” I scream, and grab a corona.
His 2 friends stop short. One with, dirty crew cut hair say “What did you do to him?”
I answer “Broken nose, possibly broken toe too. Lot of blood not too much damage, considering he insulted my girlfriend and me. Take him home; Choose life cracker!” breaking the bottle to drive home the point.
Emmie runs over hugs me. I look to see Tammy with a phone, and baseball bat on the bar. I give the men time to leave. I ask Emmie, “Your place?”
“Da” She answers wrapping herself around me. Tammy says, “I’ll close your tab can you sign?” she points outside, and says I think they left. Emmie is attached to me, as she were holding on for life I can feel her tremble just a wee bit
“I see what you did, because of me,” She says in a heavy Russian accent. Emmie says in car, and adds, “Husband out of town.”
I scanning for vengeful crackers, not seeing any we go her car I tuck her and as I close the door I see Tammy and her boyfriend watching over us; she has me back.

“Let’s go “ I say. Our relationship is easy not complicated.  Language barrier, and the spouse effectively rule out a lot. I get what she means if not what she’s saying. Time with a Russian Model in Berlin mean I know simple phrases, listening for what she’s trying to say
“Tammy say man call me Blyadischa … I look like Blyadischa?”  She says   strained upset strained on verge of tear, a nerve was hit.
“No it’s that, I am the way I am full on waking study in demonology, and since I am like this and you’re beautiful they thought I must be paying you. It was jealousy, that fat sod saw you and saw me and wanted you, and got angry, and then he got a lesson.
“You’re really into me” she says a little excitement.
“Da, I fancy you,” I answer. I am hoping were not morphing again. I like us.  Us work have, actually, as close as we have ever come to discussing this.
I walk around to get her car door, and when I open it she hands me her panties, silk lacy black, walks to the door quickly I follow.
I walk in she is putting music on this time Manon of Spring.  An Emmie strip then begins to dance to it. Classical Ballet her body, I am chuffed. Emmie stops I kiss her and caress her body slick from sweat, her human perfume is musky. I pull her to a sofa and lay her on it. . Each time is the first time, with her, as she’s never the same woman twice. The only constant is a level few achieve, or dare. Tonight she’s submissive needing to be held, and caress I caressed her gently
Feeling her nipples erect under my fingers her breathing fast and laboured. Her hips are beginning to rise and fall rhythmically. I step back teasing her, as I undress. I undress quickly notice her landing strip waxed in the shape of heart kissing my way down nibble her labia as her hips rise and fall I kiss her inner thighs. I caress her she responds, with moans. Emmie is ready. I don’t speak Russian but I know what guttural scream means. I take her; she wraps those long, strong legs around me. She is the Bolshoi of sex, a revelation, and a celebration.  What ever we lack in language we make up here.
She rises and pirouette’s Sauté toward bedroom a large bed. Beside the bed standing on toes, then in a graceful gesture into the bed. Resplendent in her beauty and body toned, supple, exquisite the ballerina, she might have been. I love her seduction dance.
She lays wantonly waiting I roll into the bed. I pull her by the hair kissing her roughly. She responds pressing against me, hip grinding as I push inside her. We have rhythm she moves with me. Wrapping around me, then straddling me facing away, gutturally moaning, and arching her back. I kiss her neck and caress her, and rub her clitoris I notice she is watching us in a dresser mirror.  I feel her begin to shudder, and she is growling and screaming.   Then quiet wrapping around me. I go to her kitchen find a bottle of Veuve Clicquot brut, and glasses. Opening champagne starkers’ into the flutes. Laughing at the though of her husband finding me.
We  touch glasses , and drink. She mimes sleeping I listen to the music, and the rhythm of us, as she drifts away.