Touching Shadows

Confrontation

AUDREY

We watched as Brittany looked down on the crowded dance floor. She was stunning. I could see what Cohen was drawn to. Her body wasn't like those stick insect models you would normally see on the runway. She had curves, but her entire body was toned, and her cinched-in waist was tiny. She obviously spent a lot of time maintaining it. She looked like the typical girl at school that guys wanted to date and girls wanted to be.

A security guy came up and whispered something in her ear. She obviously didn't like what she heard, as she started scanning the crowd with a furious look on her face.

"Let's go back to our table, Jem."

I grabbed her hand and pulled her away. I felt uncomfortable all of a sudden, and I'm sure it had to do with Brittany.

We joined Anton and Hamish again. Our drinks had been topped up. I drank my champagne in one gulp.

"Let's dance!"

I took Antons hand and led him to the dance floor. I began dancing against him, his hands on my hips. He couldn't take his eyes off me. I wanted to let loose and just feel the music, instead of all the other feelings I was trying to ignore, and my dance partner was loving it.

"God damn baby, you sure know how to move!", Anton whispered in my ear.

I continued to rub my body against his, the sweat running down between my breasts. I closed my eyes and moved to the heavy bass beat, as Anton ran his hands over me.

We danced for about 20 minutes before I excused myself to find the bathroom. Walking amongst the crowd, I pushed my way through the heaving mass of people and finally got to the line for the womens toilet.

It was moving quickly, and I didn't have to wait long before I got into the cubicle. The black marble that lined the floor and walls screamed no expense spared. Pristinely maintained, this was like no club bathroom I had ever been in before.

I had just come out of the stall and was washing my hands, when became acutely aware that someone was watching me.

I turned around and saw her leaning against the wall, a look of disdain on her face. The sequined black dress blended into the black wall behind her.

"I heard you were here, but I was sure the bouncer was mistaken."

I looked at her, tipsy and confused.

"Pardon?"

"You heard me doll. Stop playing games."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

I dried my hands and tried to leave, but she stepped away from the wall and blocked my path. She was a good foot taller than me in her epic stiletto heels.

"I saw you out there, grinding on Anton like you owned him. I can see the media was right about you. You know, I was worried when I heard Cohen had shacked up with you. But I see I don't need to be. You're just another hoe who opens her legs for any man who pays her attention."

Coming from this woman, who obviously had no qualms about how much of a hypocrite she was being, I saw red.

"Shut your mouth now, or I'll do it for you. I don't give a damn who you are!"

"Ooh, she bites! No wonder Cohen wanted you in his bed."

I stepped closer to her, glaring. She threw back her head and laughed at me.

"What are you going to do to me, doll? I have friends everywhere. I'm untouchable. And you're a little ol' nobody who had a one time thing with a famous guy and now thinks she's playing in the big leagues."