“You know what I mean. May his cock be bigger than a dairy cow’s.” I laughed hard then.
I felt someone behind me start to dance against me, and I twisted my head to see if he was cute. It was an older man, with a buzz cut and bad acne scars, and I was about to push him away when I decided to just let him dance with me. What harm was there in that?
“Bigger than a dairy cow’s. Ha-ha.” Alice started laughing really hard. “That’s funny.”
“What’s your friend laughing at?” the man behind me whispered in my ear, and I felt his hand creeping around my waist.
“You.” I elbowed him and moved away from him.
“Let’s go dance on the dance floor,” I said to Alice and grabbed her hand.
“I want another drink.”
She hiccupped, and I shook my head.
“Not yet. We don’t want a hangover tomorrow. Let’s dance and then get one.”
“Fine.” She nodded, and we made our way to the dance floor.
I looked back toward the bar, and I saw the older man with the buzz cut walking toward the back of the bar with someone. He didn’t look happy. My heart thudded as I wondered what was going on, but tried to forget it as the music changed to one of my favorite Jay-Z songs.
“I think Jay-Z and Justin Timberlake should collaborate on every song,” Alice shouted as we moved our hips in beat to the music. Or as in beat as we could.
“I thought you wanted Jay-Z and Taylor Swift to make a song.”
“Well, they can all make a song. That would be cool.”
“Yeah, it would be.” I nodded in agreement and then closed my eyes and danced along to the music.
I loved being in nightclubs; they always made me feel so alive. Being on a crowded dance floor, dancing along with the crowd to different songs, was such a collective high. I raised my hands up in the air and sang along to the song as I moved. Alice grabbed my hands then, and we jumped around together, singing loudly.
“Oh my God, I love this song!” Alice screamed as an old Backstreet Boys song started playing.
“Me too!” I screamed as well.
We giggled, both drunk enough to be really enjoying ourselves. I started gyrating my hips and dropping to the floor, and I could feel a couple of different guys staring at me. That encouraged me to start moving my body even more, copying moves that I could remember from Britney Spears’s music videos. I was even starting to forget Xander and his arrogance. I grinned when a hot blond guy came up to me.
“Hey,” he said as he started dancing next to me.
“Hey,” I said back.
“What?” he shouted and moved closer to me.
“I said, hey!” I shouted back as I gazed into his deep blue eyes.
“Oh.” He laughed. “Want to dance?”
“Sure.” I nodded.
He grinned and moved behind me. Alice grinned at me, and I winked at her when I felt his hands on my waist from behind me. I continued dancing to the music and watched as a gorgeous guy, who had a bodybuilder’s body, grabbed Alice and pulled her to him. I giggled as she started dancing with him and closed my eyes again, losing myself to the music.
However, it only took a few minutes for me to start feeling uncomfortable. I opened my eyes and looked around the crowded club carefully. The hairs on the back of my neck were standing on end, and I felt like someone was staring at me. I ignored the feeling and continued dancing, but I wasn’t as into it as I had been earlier.
“Do you want to get out of here?” the man behind me shouted into my ear.
I felt his hands moving up my stomach toward my breasts. I grabbed his hands once they reached my rib cage and shook my head.
“Don’t be a tease,” he shouted, and I felt him gyrating behind me.
