The bass thumped through my chest like a second heartbeat as I pushed through the crowded queer nightclub, the air thick with sweat, cologne, and that electric buzz of possibility. 

I had come to the city for a weekend escape, ditching my mundane routine back home after a friend bailed on our plans. 

Alone but not lonely, I scanned the room—strobe lights flashing over writhing bodies on the dance floor, laughter spilling from the bar. 

That’s when I saw her. 

She moved like she owned the space, her form-fitting red dress clinging to her curves—full breasts, wide hips, long legs ending in strappy heels. Her dark hair cascaded in waves,...