She beckons me with her index finger. I jig towards her and dig loose the knot of my tie. The music that plays is deep trance; hypnotic, loud, euphoric. When I reach her, I continue my little dance. There is a sparkle in her eyes I have never seen before. She is prettier than I remember, and still wears her office clothing which now acquires a sexual undertone in this club filled with young kids who try to wear as little as possible. She points to a shot glass on the bar counter. I pick it up and wink at her. She smiles. She has great teeth. We down the drink. Tequila. Unceremonious and naked. We both exaggerate just how much of our breaths it has robbed. We laugh and slap the counter. I order two more shots. While I wait for them to arrive, I raise my hands high, close my eyes and move my body. I am God. Less than one hour ago I closed a deal worth six hundred million dollars. My cut is ten percent. In the stroke of a pen, I went from jerkoff to sir both in and outside the office. The drinks arrive and I pay for them. We cheers. I have seen her around before. She works as a receptionist or something. Who cares, really. While she still sucks wind and shakes her head after downing the tequila, I reach over and undo the top two buttons of her blouse. She blushes lightly and smiles, then grabs my tie and drags me to the dance floor.