The noise was a din and there was hardly room to cross her legs. Most of the women looked like college kids. The men were something else, all ages and types, even a few past fifty. She knew what she wanted. She sat with her back partly turned to the bar and kept looking. Within fifteen minutes she picked up a young man named Malcolm.

"I work out a lot," he said.

He certainly looked it. He wore a denim jacket with the sleeves torn off to show his brawny arms. The tight jeans hugged his hard little ass and around in front was a promise of something big.

"You'll do it," Zelda said.

"Do what?"

"I mean I like your looks."

He nodded. "Okay, that's cool. What's your name?"

"Zelda, huh? It's not Zelda Reed, is it?"

She was immediately more wary. "That's right. How did you know that?"

He shrugged. "My sister used to work for a woman named Zelda Reed. An employment agency or something."

"What's her name?"

"Josie."

"Yes, I think I remember."

"It was about a year ago."

"So it was."

"Anyway, what's the difference?" he said. "Whenever you'd like to split, let's go."

Her first inclination was to forget it. Her policy was not to ball anyone she knew or anyone connected with the agency. But his sister didn't work for her anymore. Zelda remembered the girl as being attractive and smart, but too hard-nosed and unwilling to take orders. Besides, Malcolm was too nice to give up. All those muscles. She was already turned on by him. She wanted him.

She teased him for awhile. She was in no rush and she knew he'd hang on. She turned him on by talking about sex. First she talked about how dangerous it could be sometimes for a woman to pick up strangers and then she talked about how exciting it could be.