I turned, dipped, and popped my butt up. I turned again, rolled my body around, and popped my groin with legs half spread, a look of surprise on my face.
His expression matched mine.
I shot him a coy smile, then I forgot him completely, turning away. Here was where the sex dial turned all the way up.
I pushed and took it back. I did some great hip hop moves with little pops, rolls and dips. No Beyonce, but definitely a protégé. I flirted with dancing boys that were happier watching than molesting. Girls were trying to replicate the moves.
Good sign.
I ended with some good rhythm and more body rolls. I threw in some well-placed pops and jiggles for crowd pleasers. I was getting sweaty by this time, and I made a little show of wiping off the perspiration. Then licking one of my fingers.
When the song ended the boys at the booth were quiet. I looked up at them, thinking they got bored and wandered away, but they were still looking down at me.
Not a good sign.
Confused, I walked back to my crowd. First thing I noticed was a look of shock on Ty and Candace’s faces. Adam looked dumbfounded and speechless. William...
William was looking at me intently with slight frustration.
This was not the reaction I was going for. I looked down at myself as quickly as I could to check the wares. All seemed in place; no boobs hanging out; pants still on; my dress covering my crotch. I didn’t even pee myself. So what the hell? Did I just bomb?
Usually my sexy carefree dance was a hit—I’d never gotten this reaction before. Maybe the people I was performing with in the past were drunker and therefore less inclined to get offended? Or maybe more liberal? Less restricted?
I was about to tell Adam that we should just forget it and go back, when Adam, traces of pain lancing his voice, said, “Willie, you’re up.”
William shook his head.
Heat filled my face. I looked at the ground.
“Get on witch ya,” Adam coaxed. “Get on out there. You just gonna lie down and let her walk all ov’r ya?”
I peeked up from under my eyebrows. William caught it, now smirking. “Song’s already started. Gotta wait for the next one.”
We all watched for a minute as the people on the dance floor went about their thing. Quite a few of the girls were looking our direction, waiting for William. A few of the men were waiting for me.
The next song started and William sauntered out, muttering something while shaking his head. He was a little stiff when he got into the song, but loosened up quickly and once again owned the dance floor. He was saving his best moves for this song, as I did with my second song. It looked like he had some dancing background, and he put it all on display. He did more funny moves where mine were sexy, but he still looked fantastic. Girls would probably pick him, guys would go either way, and I would probably lose because of the split. Totally not fair!
Dance done, it was time for us both to dance, but not with each other. As I walked out, William stopped me and asked Adam, “Why don’t we skip to dancing with each other? I think we know what each other can do.”
Adam looked from him, to me, to him again. He turned to Ty, “Judges ruling...”
Ty shrugged, smile growing. “Go for it.”
Butterflies swarmed my belly as I woodenly kept walking, straight at the sexiest man I’d ever seen. His eyes were wolfish as my body closed the distance. I kept reminding myself that it was only a contest, that he was only trying to win, but my eyes couldn’t help scanning his body, focusing on that delicious chest, his strong legs, his tight bulge.
As I stopped in front of him, six inches away, he leaned slightly, his sweet breath splashing my cheeks. I thought he was going to kiss me. I half reached my hands to him with that intention, until he said, in a theater voice, “No holds bar, cupcake. I can out sex you any day of the week, and twice as hard when liquored up.”
Expectations bowed and flexed, somersaulted, and came back with different goals. I’d never heard him talk like that. I’d never been so turned on in my life.
I’d never wanted to win so badly.
“Is that so?” I replied, confident. “Bring it on, fruit...”
The music blared, washing out my words. He stepped closer, his eyes gleaming. In a quick movement, he pushed his body into mine, his knee fitting snuggly between my thighs. He dipped his hips, feeling the rhythm, taking me with him.
A coy smile on my face, I backed away. No way was he leading this dance. He leads, he calls the shots, he wins.
Not on my time, dirty mouth!
He stalked me with his eyes and smiled. He knew exactly what I was doing.
He started dancing on his own, waiting me out, figuring out what I would do.
It made two of us. I needed an approach.
As I was thinking about it he started to slide toward me.
That’s right--come and get it.
When his body was inches from mine, a smile of triumph on his face, I quickly closed the distance with a flourish and ran my hand up his hard, muscled chest.
Good Christ he feels good!
I closed my eyes and slid my knee between his legs, but not all the way to his groin. He needed to beg for it. I threw my head back in ecstasy—mostly because I felt it, but it needed to look like it was all for show.
I was about to dip back and roll my body against him when he slid his hands up the sides of my legs to my hips, and then spun me around so my back pressed against his front. He tugged me into his body, extinguishing all space between us, mashing my butt into his groin.
There would be no begging. Got it.
One thing was clear—he was good. Good at dancing, and probably stellar in the sack.
I was so hot I was panting. I put on my game face, though. I needed a “W” here. I didn’t like losing.
I bent down at the waist, wiggling my butt into his crotch, then snapped up, hair flying. I went to do a little booty shake while bending again, but he brought me up tight against his body and did a body roll with me.
That was when I let go, let the control slip. Let the fire consume me. It was when we finally clicked. His movements, no matter how small, accentuated mine. Our bodies moved together, to the beat, as one. We built the dance together, between us. It was when he finally let go, too.
He slowly turned me around with gentle hands. His knee slid between my legs, pulling me along his body. I arched back, both hands exploring his hard chest, moving around to his shoulders. I did a body roll, grinding my groin into his, then coming back up until my face was inches from his, breathing the same air. He moved with my body like a second skin, pulling me into him harder, with a slight shimmy, my leg rubbing him right where he needed it, his leg sending sparks of pleasure into my core.
“Mmmm, William,” I said in a release of breath. I closed my eyes, feeling the music permeate. Feeling his heat. His strength.
He slid his hands further and further down my back as I massaged his upper body, leaning my face against his smooth, warm neck. His hands slid all the way down to my butt, fingers curving over my cheeks, shocking my nerves, making me wet. He squeezed me up into his hard bulge, groaning softly.
I did a stripper turn and pushed my butt up into him, feeling that hardness, liking how it rubbed. I shook my booty, belly dancer style, as he ran his hands up the front of my thighs. I reached between, feeling his waist, then down, dangerously close to his cock.
I almost went for it. Almost, but I chickened out.
Instead, I gave a little distance between us, then turned in a sensual way with the music. He was looking at me, desire finally in his eyes. He’d given over to it. Over to me.
Eyes connected, smoldering together, desire raging between us, I ran my hands over my body. And up, over my neck, ending with one finger in my wet mouth, seeing the fire dance as I sucked on my index finger, then smiled.
I couldn’t help but inwardly smile when he came running. Well, dancing, but he came as I intended. That move always
did it.
This time I was in charge, and he wasn’t complaining. I bent backwards in a dip and he ran his hand over my chest, messaging my breast and giving my nipple a flick. Feelings of delight spread through me, tightening my groin to the point of distraction. I cried out. His smell, his manliness, his hard arm muscles wrapped around me; I could die a happy woman if this was all I ever got.
I was pumping and grinding with him. The song might have ended, but we didn’t stop. We changed pace for the next song and continued our explorations of each other, no longer trying to outdo; just trying to hang on. Sometimes we separated to our own dance in sync with the other, and sometimes had our groins locked together, petting and touching and surveying.
He was a rock star dancer. Everything I put down he picked up. There was nothing I did that he couldn’t keep up with, and visa versa. It was fantastic!
Finally the next song ended and we came up for air. I was so turned on I wanted him to take me to the bathroom like a common slut just to end the throbbing between my legs.
Before leaving the dance floor, he tilted my chin up, my face pointed at his. My body tingled. Was this it? Was he going to kiss me?
“You are dangerous, Jessica,” he whispered soberly. He shook his head. “I... I’m sorry I got so... familiar with you. I didn’t mean to let it get that far. I’m sorry. Please believe it won’t happen again.”
When the words sank in, like a one-hundred pound weight in the ocean, my eyes clouded with tears. That admission made me look worse than a common slut. He let it get so far? Or he let me get so far?
Was this why all the warnings about him? All the warnings that I just ignored? Well, now I learned my lesson, didn’t I?
I pushed him away, keeping it flirty and friendly. I cleared my eyes as best I could with mass blinking, attaching a dispassionate mask over my pain. I laughed, playing a part of our spectators. I had already been dumped by one guy tonight, I was damned if everyone would know about the second.
“William, Jesus, why the mush? Relax! It's a competition and I ain’t loosin’!” I shrugged it off and walked over to the others.
They were all looking at us with shock. Ty and Adam blinked at me for a few seconds before switching their astonished gaze to William, coming up behind me.
Candace was looking at me with a knowing smile. Not knowing what was said at the end. Her gaze at William contained not well hidden lust.
Well, apparently we made a show.
I took my beer from Candace and had a big swallow. I turned to Adam. “Okay, what happens now?”
“You two get a room?” Ty offered.
Ouch.
I laughed, ever the actor. In William’s mind, I would be paid for my services. Which meant we would not be getting a room.
“Well, apparently his effort to out-sex me wasn’t as easy as he thought.” I titled my head at William, whose face was blank again, before saluting my beer and winking.
That broke the tension.
Adam smirked, then said, “Time to be judged.”
The stairs loomed, but so did my tears. It wasn’t long before I’d be a puddle if I didn’t get myself under control. I needed to refresh.
“I’m going to hit the ladies room,” I told Candace softly.
She didn’t have time to ask if I was okay—I was already hurrying away.
I hit the restroom, did my business, straightened up my hair, and stared at myself for a second. I looked normal. Aside from the sheen of sweat, I looked the same now as when I left my house earlier that evening. I looked fine, but it felt like a razor blade had been applied to my heart.
The funny thing was, I didn’t know why I was as upset as I was. I had been trashed and turned down by a million hot guys. Some times after I spent the night with them. It was always deflating, my ego taking the biggest hit, but it never ached like this. It was like a Kung Fu master punched a hole straight through my chest, and was squeezing my heart.
As I wandered around the downstairs of the giant bar, staying to the shadows and away from all males, I contemplated my heart pain. It was weird that love was always described as being in your chest. Like gremlins got trapped inside my ribcage and were nearly done eating their way out, leaving behind them a cavernous hole that could be used for something like a fish tank, or planting a tree. In reality, heartache had nothing to do with the muscle needed for pumping my blood. Right? It was all in my head. Or my ego, which was still my head. So why did it feel like a huge pressure was sitting on my solar plexus, making me want to cry so hard I threw up blood?
It just wasn’t logical.
And all those thoughts meant I was sobering up. That the pain was just beginning.
In fact, everything hurt more—feet from these shoes, chest from the weight that was William’s rejection, head from the nearing hangover, and eyes from…God only knew what.
Alcohol to the rescue. I didn’t care that it was a terrible idea. I needed to numb the pain.
A shot later, I was chatting with some cowboy with a giant belt buckle, drinking my beer and eyeing the door. I needed my handbag. And my wrap—that thing was expensive.
“So, how about that number?”
I faced the man I was talking to, not seeing him. “Sure, I’ll go get it.”
Off I went, in search of my elusive phone number, no idea where I was going. Which really meant there was only one option. I had to face the ass**le. But first, maybe a dance.
Luckily, the numbing haze was returning. Gremlins were going to sleep. The shot punched the Kung Fu master in the nose, so he buggered off, and the music was taking over for my heart. Good times.
Once I hit the dance floor, beer in hand, the world was my oyster. I picked guys at random, dancing as hard as I could without spilling my beer, and getting lost in it. When one buy got irritating, I switched. I had plenty of options, and I officially became that girl.
Sometime later I had danced with nearly everyone in the world, two at a time occasionally—girls, boys, it didn’t matter—and needed a refill. Since I didn’t have any money on me, or my handbag, I had to go back to ass**le-ville.
“Dang it—get off!”
Pushing my way through man bodies, I made it to the stairs. Except I was on the wrong side.
“Well, shoot.”
Hand on the railing, I went up, one step at a time. It was a long trip, thanks to these damn heels. They were really cute, though. Totally made the outfit. And my legs looked awesome.
Up on the wrong side of the tracks they didn’t know me. The bouncer kept asking where I thought I was going, this was the VIP area.
“Sir,” I reasoned. “I realize you don’t know me from Gertrud’s mother, but I am trying to go there.” I pointed to our booth across the giant expanse of air. “You see? The guys looking down? Those guys. I am with those guys.”
He looked at me like I was a drunk girl that didn’t know what she was talking about.
Oh wait...Yeah, he was looking at me correctly. I didn’t even know if this side went all the way around to the back.
Still, he was going to feel really stupid when Apollo smote him on the spot.
“Gremlins,” I said to know one in particular.
“Sorry ma’am, you have to go back now.”
“Look, Sir Bouncer, if I go back, that means I have to go down those damn stairs and I am liable to kill myself. Then I have to go up the other staircase, and if I don’t kill myself going down, I will certainly kill myself going up. And that, my large, muscled friend, is a lawsuit waiting to happen.”
He just shook his head.
I sighed loudly. “Okay, what will it take to convince you that I do actually have a table over there? How can I get past this road block? I mean, my beer is almost done, my feet hurt—my handbag and everything are over there.”
He looked around and scratched his head. He looked down the stairs, then at my shoes. “Okay, ma’am. Why don’t I escort you there? If no one knows you, you shit outta luck. That work for ya?”
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“Yes. Lead on good Sir Bouncer.”
He shook his head and motioned for me to go first. When we got closer, though, I saw that everyone I wanted to avoid was at the railing. I decided walking home without money or a jacket was better than seeing jerk-face again. So I stopped.
The bouncer was not privy to my thought process, judging by his thick mass slamming me from behind. I bounced off, fell forward and nearly took out some other VIP’er.
“Whoa there Missy. Where you off to?” The stranger asked.
Too bad I was so done with boys at the moment.
“Sorry. The Gestapo back there doesn’t believe I am going to my table.”
The stranger looked at the bouncer and smiled. “I can take you over. Wouldn’t want you gettin’ lost now.”
“Now wait—“
The chatter behind me cut off suddenly. The stranger stopped his hard look and smiled at me. “All set?”
The bouncer was headed in the opposite direction.
I got a wave of panic. Who was this guy? What did he want? Why couldn’t I shake this fear of strangers Dusty cursed me with?
“Shall we?” he asked, walking by my side.
With a quick glance around, making sure there were still people to hear me scream, I started walking quickly. William may have been the world’s biggest ass**le, but he was still safety.
“So, pretty girl, what’s your name?”
“What? Oh, Jessica.”
“Jessica, huh, now that is a pretty name.”
I looked at him with disgust. If it wasn’t so much effort, I would have made fun of him. Jessica is a pretty name? Well, yes, my mom thought so, but it is also extremely average.
Next he’d be asking if I liked his boots, and then if I wanted to knock ‘em.
“Well, now, here you are.”
As we walked into the area, someone yelled, “There she is!”
Several heads at the balcony turned toward me, one of which was William. Instead of the blank look I was so used to seeing, this time it was one of contempt.
I can’t do anything by your standards, can I?
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