She worships that floor. No matter when the moon shines, she'd step on that shiny surface and sway her hips to the rhythm of the slow song. She would hold that pole tight and strong, as she circles around it, swinging and teasing the group of audiences.
It has been my nightly routine to enter the doors of this smoke-filled establishment. Smelling the whiskey blend in the air and the sweaty huddle of people dancing.
I was never the type to party nor stick around with drunk people. But she changed me, she created a new person within me. I grew fond over her erotic features. Her legs and milky skin. Her luscious c-cup breasts that made me and every single man drool.
Her small waist that clearly indents to her hips looked like a perfect place to hold her. And I just can't deny it, I wanted her so bad.
I shifted in my seat for the nth time, her show just ended and the clicking of her heels were audible despite the absence of light in the room.
I adjusted my eyes to match the lighting, her head protrudes from the other end of the room.
This is it, the chance to finally meet her.
Walking through the room gave me a major headache. There were different kinds of people, and they couldn't really care less of what situation they were in. Despite that, I mustered up all my courage to ignore the crowd. I had already kept my target locked.
Halfway there and I'd be able to see her. I already knew my ways around this bar. I've been here multiple of times, but what I least expected was a tight grope on my ass.
I instantly stopped on my tracks, heart beating loudly. Another hand snaked around and hugged the front of my waist. The hand before had trailed down my thigh, rubbing the inner part of it. That action hiked my dress up higher, nearly exposing the entirety of my bottom half.
I felt the hot breathing just behind my left ear. I froze in my position, now being a hundred percent certain it was a man because of the throbbing erection pressed on the lower part of my back.
It felt disgusting.
I quickly pushed him away and bolted out of the swarm of people. I ran as fast as I could, and without turning back, I opened a random door.
While I was catching my fast pace of breathing, I slowly turned around on my heels.
The scene before me made me inhale a sharp intake of breath.
It was her. I know that perky butt, that narrow waist, and long hair. She would always take my breath away. But this time, it wasn't her that knocked the air out of my lungs, I now had my eyes focused on the boy she had her legs wrapped around on.
Her arms were draped loosely over the shoulder of the half-naked boy on the couch, back facing at me and both sharing a rough kiss. She opened her eyes and nearly screamed as she realized that there was someone directly staring at them.
She stared back at me for a brief second. She looked so much better without the mask on.
"Who on earth are you?" She asked loudly, not taking my presence in ever so lightly. I just blinked, quiet and unable to move. My eyes trailed to the boy under her, who was now staring at me too.
"Stop staring at my boyfriend, woman. Go and answer the damn question."
She demanded and covered her naked torso. Her body that I wish I could have stared at longer.
'For goodness sake, I wasn't staring at your boyfriend, it was you that I've been wanting to fuck,' I thought but didn't speak of.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Wrong door," was all I managed to say. I turned around and left the room in one swift motion. I ran my hands across my face, I sighed and decided to leave the club.
Stupid girl.
What did you honestly expect?
Too shallow of you to think she was somehow gay. Damn it.
