Lilith playfully walks her fingers up his arm as he leans in for her to whisper in his ear. As he turns and leaves, I see he is not in bikini cut bottoms as I first thought but in a full out thong, revealing a mighty fine ass.
I can’t help but admire his physique. There’s just so much of him on display.
“Put your eyes back in your head before Luke breaks the poor thing’s neck.”
I whip around to meet her eyes, but her face is flat, and I can’t tell if she is joking or not. She must just have an awful sense of humor. Luke wouldn’t kill some guy just because I was ogling him. Would he?
To cover my concern, I comment on the wait staff. “I’m glad it’s not just women expected to put themselves on display. Everyone needs eye candy.”
She nods, saying, “All the staff here love what they do. We all have a fantasy. For some, that’s exhibitionism. What’s yours?”
“Oh. Well, uh, hm,” I sputter, taken aback. I mean, I sure as shit don't know how to answer her. I was hoping Luke would help me explore my fantasies. But I’m not quite certain where we stand right now after the cryptic text exchange earlier.
Lilith blinks her yellow-green eyes at me, contemplating me like a cat contemplates a mouse. She smoothly changes the subject. “I ordered us drinks, then we’ll go dance. Don’t tell me no either, I can see you checking out the dance floor and you’re already bopping along to the music. Just let go and have fun.”
Let go. Exactly. That’s why I’m here tonight. I’m going to have fun and let go. I’m going to dance my underwear-less ass off. I love dancing, but I'm just always so self-conscious. It’s not like I’m going to see any of these people again. Why shouldn’t I do something I enjoy?
Lilith’s confidence is contagious. I realize I have a choice. I can bask in the pain of a shattered heart, or I can dance my ass off and move on. I’m tired of being unhappy. I want to live. I want to dance.
The hot waiter reappears with a tower of drinks topped with sparklers. I raise a brow at Lilith, but she just laughs and claps her hands delightedly. It is a pretty display. With a lot of drinks.Good thing I’m not working tomorrow, I think, as she passes me one and we clink glasses again and again.
I have no idea what we are drinking, but they go down so smooth and easy. The more I have, the funnier Lilith is. Soon enough, we’re laughing like old friends over nothing.
Next thing I know, our tower is sadly empty, and she is pulling me up by the hand and leading me off to the dance floor below. And I’m actually excited to go.
I try to tell her my purse is still back at the booth, but she waves me off, telling me it’s fine with all the security and points out a camera on the ceiling. Once she shows me, I notice them everywhere. This place is like Fort Knox.
She pulls me to the middle of the floor where the mass of writhing bodies swallows us up, moving as one to the steady pounding of the heavy bass. The flashing lights are hypnotic, and for the first time in my life, I just let go.
It’s exhilarating to feel confident in the way my body moves to the primal beat. I echo some of Lilith’s dance steps, and she smiles encouragingly. I feel part of something larger than myself, part of a collective whole.
The crowd moving together to the pulsing beat feels somehow familiar, like I’ve done this same thing long ago and far away. My feet move, my hips shimmy, my hands caress my body.
I feel so alive. My brain is at peace with my physical form instead of being so damn critical. The leather skirt sticks to my heated skin, the corset tight against my body. My hair is plastered to my neck and a lone drop of sweat trickles down my spine.
The booze courses through my veins, liquid courage. I lift my hair to cool my neck and let the music fill me, guiding my body, just existing, thoughtless in this moment.
Bodies press and retreat in a fever dream of thumping bass. I’m pulled back to conscious thought when I become aware of a presence looming behind me. I open my eyes to see Lilith’s face light up and her smile widen before she slinks off into the crowd.
I think Luke must finally be making an appearance like she teased about, but above the body heat and sweat of the people, the smell of leather and tobacco tickles my nose just as solid cool marble presses into the heated flesh of my back.
Stalky Hottie.
Here.
Oh, shit.
Fuck it.
I’ve long since lost coherent thought, having sacrificed it to the Gods of alcohol and dance. I channel my new found big dick energy, throw my arms up, and twist my body, writhing to the beat and grinding back against the cold wall behind me. My eyes widen in surprise as I feel him begin to move with me.
His large hands encircle my wrists in the air and then slide slowly down my arms, skirt the outside of my breasts and grip my hips, pulling me even further back into him. My breath quickens as he grinds me against the impressive bulge that got me off so spectacularly what seems like so long ago.
I’m thrilled to find he isn’t unaffected by me either. I can’t decide if I am surprised he is here or not. I open my heavy-lidded eyes to see Lilith watching us from a distance, a strange glint in her eyes. If I didn’t know better, I would almost think she looked–jealous?
I cock my head as I study her face. When she catches me watching her, she schools her face into an unreadable mask and disappears into the crowd.
I feel the pounding bass from my fingertips to my toes. It fills me, buoys me up until I could ride this wave forever. The enigma of a man behind me traces the skin exposed by the laces on the sides of the skirt with his fingertips, and it makes me shiver despite the heat of the dance club.
