by Bridy McAvoy
The Dance
“Now you will be on your best behavior, won’t you, honey?”
He smiled at her question.
“As if.”
“You know what I mean, Sean.”
“I’ll behave myself, I promise. It’s not often I get to celebrate my wife making Vee Pee after all. You know I’m proud of you, Brooke. I knew you could do it. The only person who doubted it was you.”
“Thanks, hon.”
“It’s true. You were made for this job, and you finally got there. I’m still not quite sure about this dance card thing, though.”
From outside the sound of a car horn interrupted their conversation. Brooke grabbed her black sequined clutch bag, which she knew perfectly matched her black flapper style cocktail dress, and hurried for the door.
“I’ll explain later, now come on. We really can’t be late tonight.”
“I know… I know… Guest of honor and all that!”
Brooke looked back at her husband, reacting to the apparent sarcasm in his voice only to relax again as she saw his impish grin. He followed her out of the house and she knew his eyes were glued to her ass all the way down the drive to the waiting taxi. On impulse she put some extra wiggle into her hips and drew an appreciative whistle from her husband.
* * * *
The promotion party had been in swing for nearly three hours when Brooke finally got the chance to drop into the seat next to Sean.
“God I need a break.”
“Well, I think that’s the first time you’ve sat down with me for two hours.”
“I’m sorry, hon, but I can’t exactly refuse a dance from the other senior staff. I saw you on the floor a few times too. It’s not like you’ve been totally neglected.”
He grinned at her and she realized he was winding her up again, as usual.
“What’s that you’re drinking?”
“Vodka Bud.”
“That’s a bit strong, Sean. You’re not getting drunk are you?”
“Stop fussing, I’m fine. Here… you have this one.”
He passed his tall glass over and she cradled it against her forehead for a moment before taking a long swig.
“Christ! That’s strong!”
“Told you, the vodka has a real kick, don’t it?”
“How many of those have you had?”
“Seven I think, maybe eight, nah, seven since you’ve got that one.”
Brooke looked at him closely. Although, on the surface, he appeared to be fine, she could see his eyes were slightly glazed.
“You’re drunk!”
“Not yet.”
He swept his arm around to encompass the whole room.
“The night is still young.”
“Sean…”
“I’m fine. Enjoy yourself. I’m enjoying watching you shake that tush of yours with all the old fogeys.”
“Well, the next dance won’t be with an old fogey. I just saw the post-room guys go and talk to the deejay.”
“Ah! So they are going to cash in your dance card then.”
“I think so.”
“It was a stupid bet.”
“I know, Sean. At the time I really didn’t think I’d get the promotion, so I agreed.”
“One fast dance with them now and a slow one later. Not so sure that’s a good idea.”
“Well, they’ll behave themselves… they work for me now, they’d better!”
He grinned at her and cocked an eyebrow.
“Yeah, right!”
Leaning over rather further than necessary, he signalled a waiter and a minute later another fortified beer was delivered.
“Please watch how much you’re drinking, Sean.”
“I’m fine.”
Before the argument could flare again the DJ called her name.
“Would Mrs Brooke Morell please step onto the dance floor. This is a very special dance for Brooke Morell.”
“Be back shortly, hon.”
Sean waved sardonically and appeared to concentrate on his drink as she slowly stood and walked the dozen paces to the dance floor. The three lads from the post-room, and half a dozen other of the younger men in the company, ringed the floor, leaving a clear space in the middle; obviously for her. The older couples had taken their cue and moved back to their seats. She could see a couple of the senior staff watching her intently though.
“Just for you, Brooke, and I’m told this is your favorite song. Shakira and Hips Don’t Lie.”
The heavy beat began to pulse from the speakers and Brooke’s mouth formed a perfect ‘o’ of astonishment at the choice of record, obviously made by the post-room lads as payback for the bet she had lost. For a few seconds she just stood there, motionless, as the fifteen men surrounding the dance floor formed a ring and began to clap along to the beat. She glanced back at Sean but he simply sat there grinning owlishly, somewhere in his alcohol induced haze, enjoying her discomfit.
She knew the moves to this song. At college, when it first came out, her and her sorority sisters had practiced the deeply sensuous, indeed sexual movements with deliberate abandon. The thought of doing those same moves here in front of so many of her colleagues initially horrified and then intrigued her.
As the male lead finished his opening verse with the singer’s name Shakira… Shakira… she raised her hands above her head and moved purposefully, yet sinuously, to the middle of the dance floor. The circle closed around her.
As the singer crooned out her highly suggestive lyrics, Brooke began to dance in a circle, arms up above her head, her hips thrusting from side to side in an exaggerated bump movement. After a single revolution she repeated it, this time thrusting her hips backward and forward. The movements were exaggerated and Brooke could easily see she was having an effect on some, if not all, of the men watching her. Several of the circle sported at least partial erections and she could see one of the senior managers sitting at a table next to the dance floor trying to adjust his trousers over something similar.
The female singer finished her verse and the chorus began. Brooke remembered the moves from the video and realized her dress was perfect for them. She brought her arms down to her sides, pulled her shoulders back, made her muscles taut and thrust her chest out. Although her breasts weren’t huge they were full and stood out on her chest extremely well. She began to shake and shimmy very quickly, the loose flowing, overlapping strips of cloth accentuating the movement of her ass and hips.
Brooke kept the shimmy going until the male singer handed over to the female again. This time, as she repeated the movements, she didn’t stand still in one place but moved to the edge of the circle and began to move around it, bumping her hips close to each of the watching men. She timed it just about perfectly, with the shimmy starting at the chorus right in front of one of the post room lads, enabling her to repeat that particular movement, shaking her tits and ass effectively in their faces in time to the music. For the third and final verse she moved back to the center and repeated the initial phase of the dance, if anything exaggerating the movements even more.
The music finally stopped and she was treated to a generous round of applause as she stood there in the middle of the dance floor panting heavily, rivulets of sweat running from her neck into her cleavage.
Shakily, she headed back toward her table, her legs threatening to give out from under her.
“That was something else, hon. When did you learn to dance like that?”
“You enjoyed it then, Sean?”
Playfully she batted her eyelashes at him and he giggled. A moment later he was signaling for two more drinks and, with a sinking feeling, Brooke realized he was definitely going to be passed out drunk shortly. Two of the other staff came up to request a dance but she waved them off, feigning exhaustion.
* * * *
As the evening wound down, one by one the senior staff made their way over to her table to give their congratulations on her promotion and to say goodbye. Several rolled their eyes at
the sight of Sean, deposited head on his arms on the table untidily, snoring softly. Soon there were only the pair of them and the three post room boys left. Brooke knew she still had to deliver the final portion of the bet and was therefore surprised when the DJ left. She realized all the waiting staff and the bartender had gone as well. One of the lads moved to the record deck and started a slow song playing.
Derek, the ring leader, beckoned to her. Brooke glanced at her comatose husband and shrugged. Why not, it was just three dances and she had made a bet with them, now it was time to pay up.
“May I have the pleasure?”
Derek bowed deeply in mock civility and despite herself Brooke giggled, especially when he staggered slightly in mid bow; obviously quite tipsy himself.
“Of the dance, yes. Nothing more.”
He straightened up and pouted in a mock sulk.
“If you insist.”
He took her hand and led her to the center of the dance floor before pulling firmly and twisting her into a position facing him. One hand circled her waist and when he let go of her hand the other one joined it. Knowing it was expected of her, but somewhat apprehensive, she placed her hands on his shoulders and let him pull her a little closer to his body, although they were still not touching, a small gap parted them as he slowly shuffled his feet and turned her in time to the music.
Brooke looked at him and smiled gently.
“Do you come here often?”
The deliberately lame line made him laugh and he suddenly leant forward to whisper in her ear.
“I intend to tonight.”
“What?”
She wasn’t sure she’d heard him correctly, but he suddenly pulled her close to him, molding her soft body against his own.
She tensed her arms in preparation to push him away, then realized he was merely continuing to dance, nothing more. Brooke looked over at Sean as he’d changed position. He was sitting up now but his head was back and his eyes were closed, still dead to the world. Moment by moment she relaxed and realized her partner for the dance was actually a good mover. He had a real sense of rhythm as they continued to move around the floor. She began to lose herself to the music, his earlier, slightly alarming words, temporarily forgotten.
“You are a really good dancer.”
His comment pierced her reverie, and she realized his hands had moved slightly, one up, one down, but still not touching her intimately or inappropriately.
“Thank you.”
“I think every one of us had a hard on when you did the Shakira number.”
She chuckled.
“I didn’t think it was that bad.”
“No, not bad, good, very good, even excellent. Only one thing would have improved it.”
“Oh, what was that?”
“If you’d started the dance dressed and ended it naked.”
She looked at him in mock anger.
“Yeah, right. Like that was going to happen.”
“You can’t deny you enjoyed dancing like that.”
His hands had shifted once more, one rising to the small of her back, the other sinking to caress the upper curve of her ass.
“Maybe I did but I’m not a stripper. Not that kind of girl.”
“There’s only the three of us here.”
“And my husband.”
“Who’s out for the count. Won’t know anything about it.”
She shook her head.
“Not happening.”
He shrugged his shoulders.
“Worth a try, Brooke. You have to admit it was worth a try.”
She smiled at his audacity.
“How about a kiss instead?”
He pulled her even harder in to him, her breasts squashing against his chest, his obviously semi-erect manhood touching her stomach and his lower hand now cupping one cheek of her ass. The movement brought their faces into close proximity and he leaned in and touched his lips to hers. Brooke pulled her head away, not really wanting the contact but at the same time feeling something stir. She glanced back over at Sean and he hadn’t moved. He still lay there, eyes closed, mouth open.
When she turned her face back to Derek he kissed her again, this time harder, pressing his lips against hers, pulling her lower body ever tighter against him. Suddenly she sensed another presence right behind her.
“My turn, bro. Mind if I cut in?” Derek released her and took a half step back, an amused twinkle playing in his eyes. Her new partner spun her round and immediately enveloped her in the same hold as Derek had, one hand in the small of her back, one cupping an ass cheek. It was Tim, another of the post room boys she’d lost the bet too. Brooke felt her resistance crumbling slightly as her new partner continued to dance very close to her, mashing her breasts into his chest.
“Derek was right, you are a good dancer.”
“Thank you.”
“I bet you’d look good dancing naked.”
“Wha…?”
Before she could reply he’d mashed his lips against hers and moved both hands to grip her hips, pulling her lower body tightly into him. She could sense there was someone close behind her again and realized with a start it was Derek. A moment later she felt him gently place his hands on her waist, just above Tim’s and then press his body tightly against her ass. For the first time in her life Brooke could feel the outline of not one but two virtually erect cocks touching her; one in front, and one behind.
The sensation, coupled with the lowering of her defences by the alcohol she’d consumed, sent a jolt through her body and she gasped and squirmed between them. This merely caused her ass to grind against Derek and her pussy mound to do the same thing against Tim’s hardened cock.
“God…”
“I think you’re beginning to change your mind about dancing naked now, Brooke.”
She shook her head, but behind her closed eyes she could envision precisely that, the obscene hip movements as she caressed her naked tits in front of them. She gasped again.
The music changed to a slightly faster song, one with a heavier more Latin beat. In theory she knew the bet was paid, the deal over, but she realized she was making no attempt to break away as the two men continued to manipulate her body between them. Her hips were now dipping and rising from side to side in time to the beat, each movement sending an electric current jangling through her nerve endings at the contact.
Tim leaned in to kiss her again and this time his lips were parted. Without thinking about it she returned the kiss, although she kept her lips closed. Brooke knew she was in trouble. Her defenses were dropping. They parted for air and the tip of her tongue darted out to lick her lips. Tim nodded to Derek over her shoulder and Derek’s hands left her waist, although Tim’s hands still controlled her hip movements to the beat. She felt Derek’s hands on her shoulders and then they moved to the back of her neck.
Derek leaned in close and began to nuzzle her ear. She let out a sigh, feeling the heat building in her flesh. Tim leaned in as well and kissed her once more, the feel of four hands and two mouths touching her overwhelming her senses. Her eyes flared in panic and a shiver ran through her as she felt Derek flick open the hook and eye above the zip at the back of her dress. As Tim’s tongue invaded her mouth, Derek slowly started the zip travelling south, and she realized the point of no return had been reached, and then passed as the zip descended to her waist.
“Not here!”
She managed a half shout, half whisper and then realized it was an admission of surrender as the two men continued to manipulate her body. They ignored her plea and Tim continued to kiss her while Derek reached back up and flicked the straps of her dress off her shoulders, before taking hold of her hands and gently lowering them to her sides. The straps fell of their own accord, leaving her naked to the waist except for her bra and the dress that was still trapped against Tim’s chest. Her tongue now fenced eagerly with that of the man kissing her. Derek leaned in close.
“Shall we change the music and put Shakira back
on now?”
“Oh, God!”
She gasped at the lurid visions that flashed through her mind at his implied threat. He didn’t let up.
“Is that what you want, Brooke? For us to put that music on and watch you wriggle out of your clothes?”
“No… God, No!”
Tim’s head sank to the front of her neck, mouthing the sensitive skin. Derek was still working on her neck in between his comments. Tim moved away from her slightly, allowing the remainder of the bodice of her dress to drop to her waist, the straps falling free of her arms at the same time. He leaned back even further, gazing down at her breasts barely covered by the translucent white, stretch fabric.
“Nice tits, Brooke! Always thought you had a nice pair.”
“Let me see.”
Tim grabbed her arms and spun her unresisting body around to face Derek, before dropping his hands to her waist and moving her hips to the persistent Latin beat once more. Brooke felt she was being handled like a piece of meat, but was revelling in the sensation. She knew her pussy was on fire, moisture beginning to soak into the crotch band of her thin matching panties. That knowledge made them even more transparent than the flimsy bra that encased her breasts.
Her breath came in gasps now. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the third member of the post-room staff approach from behind the record deck. Theo smiled at her as he came in close.
“You look very good tonight, Brooke.”
“Yeah, but she’s going to look even better without the dress.”
Derek’s words brought a shiver from the young woman. She realized for the first time the three of them fully intended to make love to her there and then. Brooke’s mouth dropped open in shock as the further realization hit, they had no intention of making love to her; they intended to fuck her. Theo stepped right up to her and lowered his face to hers. There was no preamble as his tongue speared straight into her open mouth. His hand came up and cupped her left breast, wringing another shudder from her. Another hand began to fondle her right breast as two sets of lips began to work on her neck, one from behind, the other from the side. Two hands continued to control her hips, keeping them swinging to the music. Another began to brush lightly over her stomach, while the sixth began to move round her back in the obvious direction of her bra clasp.
