Take It Out On Me

Club sex

     Multicolored lights flicking over the crowd. DJ pounding bass you so hard you feel it in your bones. Drinks clinking among the smell of expensive liquor. The air heavy with the heat of the crowd. This is my environment, my element so to say.
     My eyes flit over the pulsating crowd, making sure everything is going smoothly for the night. My eyes catch one curious spot on the dance floor. There's someone dancing, about a 4ft radius clear around them. Beyond are a good crowd of people watching them and cheering loudly. I leave the balcony of the penthouse, smirking to myself.

     "So you've finally emerged." Minho says from behind the bar. I chuckle.
     "Well I don't plan on spending my entire night off fucking around in the house." Minho smirks
     "So the usual I assume?"
     "You got it." I turn around and lean on the bar, resting my arms on the dark wood. A minute later Minho slides a drink across the counter to me.
     "Now don't cause to much trouble." He says.
     "No promises." I wink at him as I make my way to the dancer.
     Now what I didn't expect was for this dancer to be a man. A man so beautiful, so poised and elegant in his moves. One I know well. He dances like a professional, so calculated yet casual. His long blonde hair flows and bounces around his soft, freckled face. His alluring dance pulls me in, makes me want to put my hands on that sexy waist of his.
     I stand and watch for a time, observing his presence. After a while, a man, not so bad himself, steps forward and begins to dance alongside him. He seems okay with it, continuing to move to the music. A new song plays, one more... suggestive than the previous. The new man rests his hands on the dancer's hips. They begin to dance in a more provocative way, their bodies pressed together. A spark of anger fires in my chest.
     I move forward, breaking through the crowd into the improv dance area. The man hasn't noticed me, but my eyes are fixed on the blonde only.
     The dancer notices me, stopping and looking me up for a second. He smirks, those pretty lips of his conveying only mischief. He leans back into the man, raising his arms and wrapping them around his neck. I raise an eyebrow, watching him closely. He swirls his hips to the music, the other man gripping his waist tightly.
     I want nothing more than to deck this asshole behind the blonde, but I resist. This is a game. Why not play?
     I choose to look only at the dancer, drinking in his feminine figure, watching his hips sway hungrily. This blonde may know who he's dancing with, but he knows who he's dancing for.
     I make eye contact, raising an eyebrow as he continues to shamelessly dance under my gaze. He tips his head back, parting his lips and groaning in a deep, sexy voice. That's it. He's done playing.
     I down the remainder of my drink and advance on the two, standing before the alluring blonde. I push the other man's hands from the dancer's waist.
     "What the fuck man?" the man yells in my face. I cringe slightly at his sour breath.
     "Back off" I state, standing my ground.
     "Or what pretty boy?" He asks me, stepping closer threateningly.
     "Or I'll call the bouncers to escort you out of my club" I say. The look of 'oh shit' on this man's face is immaculate. I smirk, feeling cocky.
     "Now hurry off." I say, motioning him away with my hand. "Shoo" The man scoffs, looking between me and the dancer. He storms off into the crowd.
     I glance back at the blonde. He looks amused. I take his surprisingly small hand in mine and pull him further into the dancefloor, away from the pressing eyes.
     Once we reach an appropriate distance into the mesh of human bodies, I stop and spin the man in front of me. He looks at me, softly moving to the beat of the loud music.
     "What was that for?" He yells over the music.
     "I didn't like seeing that assholes' hands on you.  Made me sick." I yell back. He laughs, his deep voice resonating in my ears.
     "Why do you care? Jealous?" He mocks, smiling. I swear if we weren't in a dark room his smile would've literally glowed. I lean in close to his ear for him to hear me.
     "As a matter of fact, yes I was. I can't stand back and watch someone else touch what's already mine." I say, feeling cocky today.
     "Who said I'm yours?" The blonde asks, matching my energy. That deep voice is making me feel some things.
     I firmly grasp the shorter's ass, leaning in, my lips just barely ghosting his neck. He gasps at the sudden advancement.
     "I did, angel" I say against his neck. I feel him shiver, wrapping his arms around my neck.
     "Well then do something" He says seductively. I pull back, resting my hands on his hips.
     "Wanna go upstairs?" I ask.
     "Lead the way."
     I take his hand in mine again, weaving us through the croud. I nod to my bouncer as we pass him, heading up to the penthouse. I lead the blonde through the door, closing and locking it behind us. I turn around and we make eye contact.
     I step forward quickly, backing him against the wall. I look him up and down. He looked stunning downstairs, but up here? Irresistible.
     I step ever closer, eyes trained on his plump, rosy lips. He looks up at me intensely, watching my every move. I take his chin between my thumb and forefinger, roughly tilting his face to mine.
     "Can I?" I ask. Consent is sexy.
     "Absolutely" He says. I gently place my lips on his, pulling back and kissing him again. I run my hands down his arms, intertwining our fingers and pressing his hands against the wall.