Dancing with the Devil

Showstopper

Ladies' night was exactly what you needed. Just drinks, dancing and your girls. The best way for you to unwind from a stressful week at the club. Most people would think that dancing would be the last thing on your mind, but being onstage at work wasn't the same as tearing up the floor with your best friends. Letting the music clear your mind while you move to the beat was a release, one that you needed more than sex. You chuckle to yourself, ok maybe not GOOD sex.

You had on your favorite black tank style body con dress and a pair of heels with thin cross lace up straps that wrapped around your toned calves. You kept your makeup simple with just thick liner and lashes, but decided on a bold red lipstick to give a pop of color. Your thick hair falling around your shoulders in curls, that took hours to produce, but you knew would be gone as soon as you hit the dance floor. You didn't care though, you felt hot and you wanted all the men to know it. Even though the rule of the night was 'No Men' in support of your recently single BFF, Kris. That didn't mean you couldn't break a few hearts along the way. Making eye contact with the cabbie from the back seat, you smirk and turn you attention back to the other 3 girls crammed into the back seat with you. One of them shows off the newest picture of a dancer on Instagram.

"Damn this man knows how to work his hips" she says as she turns the phone to show you the video.

You nod back at her, barely noticing the video as you check your lipstick in your own phone. You didn't see the point in fantasizing about a man you had no chance of meeting when there were so many fine options around you in this city. You hum along to the music on the radio as the car rushes through the streets to your destination. Resting your head back on the seat, you try to zone out as the girls continue to chat about the dancers moves. The car slows as you approach the brightly lit club and you let out a sigh, rolling your eyes at the large line of people waiting to get in. Thank God you knew the bouncer and he had already promised to add your name to the list. There was no way you were going to waste this outfit waiting in that line all damn night. The four of you climb out of the yellow cab and walk straight up to the man at the red rope. You smile up at him and after giving your name he opens the door. You can hear the moans and complaints from the people in line as you enter. You smile over your shoulder at your friends and strut into the dark, bass filled building as they trail behind you cheering with excitement.

The bar on the far wall was packed so you volunteered to get the first round of drinks while the other girls found a table. As you push through the bodies and make your way across the main room you notice a circle forming around a group of guys on the dance floor. You strain on your heels to try and get a glimpse, but the crowd is already too dense to see. You finally make it to the crowded bar and shove through to the edge and raise your hand for the bartender. He glances over and nods but then goes back to his conversation with the busty blonde Infront of him. You wait a few more mins and then holler in his direction again with some attitude and he starts to walk towards you. As he approaches his eyes take in your full cleavage and the corners of his lips start to pull into a sly smirk. You slightly roll your eyes but prepare to put on your best flirt and lean forward on the dark wood to give him a better view.

"What can I get for ya Babe" he says with a wink and you turn on the charm in hopes of some discount shots.

"Four double shots of Patron Silver with salt and lime please" He pulls the bottle from the self and eyes your chest while he salts the glasses.

You turn and rest your elbows on the bar while you wait and gaze out over the dance floor checking the guys and gals out. You notice that the same group of men seem to be drawing a lot of attention. With your slightly elevated perch you can see that it is in fact three guys dancing off each other while the circle of people cheers them on. They had to be part of a dance crew; they move so well together. You start to notice some similarity in the moves that they use. Your focus is broken when the bartender taps your shoulder and arches a brow at you as he pushes the full shot glasses towards you. You hand him two twenties and with a wink turn to make your way back towards the table you saw the girls snag to the right of the main floor.