A hell of a week

Ladies and Gents,
I had the most random date thursday night.
It all started on Monday morning with a craigslist posting from Sunday, an ad that pinged out on the Alex radar - 'very good looking' understanding', 'wanted man for regular fun' etc.

I reply and get into a fun and playful email exchange. By monday night we had exchanged pictures. I liked what I saw and apparently so did she.
Tuesday - We exchange mobiles.
Wednesday - I call , we have a cool conversation. Possible date Thursday. I'm very intrigued. She sounds fascinating on the phone. I cancel Alex's thursday drinking night.
Thursday. I call, 'how's it looking for tonight?'
'Yes, good , I'm free, If you're ok,'
'I want to meet you. Where and when?'
'I'll txt you in a second'

I text her an address of a funky bar in the west end. She replies ok.
She calls at 4 - 'I'm unexpectedly free now, can you make it here?.'
Damn, no I can't - still got a meeting which I can't cancel.
'Umm, no sorry , can make it later if you want to go home in the interim or whatever.
'No, its fine see you at 6'

I arrive nervously at 5.55 new trousers, aftershave, deodorant applied, trying to look casual, yet interesting!
6 comes and is long gone, I'm sipping my second drink. The bar area is not crowded. I force myself not to look at the door every 30 seconds. I'm just about to call her when she calls - 'Sorry traffic bad, I'm just parking, see you in about 5 minutes. How will I know you?
'Cos I'm the only guy standing at the bar'

I hurry to the toilet for a last minute check. fuck it, can't change anything anyway.
I'm calmer now. A minute later in she walks, beautiful and perfectly dressed up , coat, short black dress, fishnets, heels, scarf, big handbag.
I smile reassuringly across the bar and watch her move towards me.
I take both her hands in mine, still smiling, kiss the fingertips of one hand and air kiss both cheeks. She's lovely! No, she's stunningly beautiful, graceful, impeccably presented. She's also unhappy because she has mislaid one of her favourite gloves.
We order Champagne, tell each other about each other. We smile , laugh, giggle, touch gently.
'Do you want to come to my club for a drink?'
uh oh. Club? what sort of club, Go with it Alex, go with it.
'Yeah sure, is it close by?'
'it's just up the road', she murmurs in her West African intonation.
What is this woman, a hooker, a pimp, a gambler?

We arrive at the club, stepping up the lavishly ornate entrance stairs. I sign the guestlist, and deposit my coat, my worst fears confirmed. They all know her, greeting her familiarly, move us smoothly into the bar where I order and pay for champagne at scary prices. We continue to chat. She announces she's hungry and need to eat Tiger prawns. There is a restaurant here. We decide we want to eat. You have to go up a kind of back stairs. It all feeds my fevered imagination. I imagine the worst.
We arrive at a very classy restaurant. More drinks, followed by mains. It's beautiful. We have talked by now about subjects ranging from African civil war in the 20th century, to her masturbation techniques - 'When I get my vibrator going'...
I've given up trying to work out what's going on. I'm just going with the flow and having a great time.
The club downstairs opens at 11.30. Guess what,it's 11.30. Lets' go.
We arrive where she is surrounded by a bunch of admiring young blades. She extracts herself eventually and we dance. We drink more . We dance more, she moves well, grinding her gorgeous ass against my crotch. We're a bit of a spectacle because there's not many people on the dancefloor.
We leave, 1.30. She waits for her car. It's only a Porsche convertible!. I'm worried about her, she slightly pissed and driving home through the london night.
I say, rightly or wrongly 'How about lunch tomorrow?'
She looks at me 'you want to meet me for lunch?'
'Yeah'
'Ok I'd love to do that. Call me tomorrow and let me know'
She roars off into the dark, without a sideways glance. I cab home. What is this woman?
I toss and turn all night.