𝙼𝚒𝚕𝚔 & 𝙷𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚢 | (Austin!Elvis x Black!OC)

Ch. 2

Summary: A certain someone makes another appearance at the club

Warning: Swearing, racial talk, dirty dancing

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Every few weekends, the club would have one of those good nights. There was just something in the air those nights that made people wild and the first stop in their nights out was the club. I tried finding any excuse to be out by Jackson, so I could watch the dancers. It was hypnotic.

Elvis had shown up around an hour ago, my first time seeing him in a week since our last encounter. I could barely make him out across the room through the sea of dancers, but I know he came here to see his friend, B.B. King, again.

The blond sits, bopping his head and snapping his fingers to the sultry music and dancers before him.

Despite being the elephant in the room, Elvis tends to lurk in the shadows, and he does well at this.. He never seems like he wants to be the center of attention, just wants to take everything in. I'd even go as far to say he seems shy at times. Though, I suppose he was a shy child. Still, he was no stranger to this environment, and unlike most of the white people in this area, there wasn't an ounce of fear or anger in his body while around us.

Normally, on days like this Sunbeam would send me to the back, but he was preoccupied today, so I'm out while he's distracted. Under most circumstances, I'd do anything to get into the actual club area, but watching everyone dance tonight is beyond torturous. I want to join them.

"Don't look so down, chil'." Jackson's voice chimes in. I send him a soft smile, looking back at the dance floor, before slowly walking the perimeter of the room.

Bodies are swinging and shaking, sweating and gripping. One man picks his lady up. Letting her wrap her legs around his waist. He thrusts upward to the beat, letting her bounce off his pelvis. She throws her head back with a loud and excited yelp while he holds the small of her back.

It's one of the dirtiest things I've ever seen on the dance floor, but that was our culture. If anyone outside the community saw this, they'd label it as distasteful and probably downright disgusting, but this was our safeplace. I, on the other hand, find it powerful and passionate. I wish I had the confidence to do something like that. Ugh, what I'd give for that to be me; to have someone's hands on me like that. I get hot and bothered just thinking about it, to the point that I try making an effort to look away, but I can't. I'm completely hypnotized.

Lust speeds up my heart rate, as I sink further down one of the back walls, entranced by the dancing. Unbeknownst to me, a pink cladded cutie was watching me drool over the scene from across the room.

"You any good at dancin' still?" Elvis yells over the music, startling me from my daydreams as I feel his breath against my ear. I look around to see if anyone is watching the two of us, unsure if I should be seen talking to him again.

I clear my throat, trying to downplay his words with a playful eyeroll. "I wasn't aware I was ever good in the first place."

He scoffs at me, a large smirk plastered on his face. "Don't lie to me now. You knew you was always good." He extends his hand towards me, gesturing his head over to the dance floor.

My eyes widen, lungs suddenly not having enough space to expand in my chest. "Elvis- I don't even think I should be talkin' to you right now. I can't dance." He furrows his brows at this, confused. I sigh. "I'm not supposed to be talking to customers. Besides, it's not in my job description to be a dancer."

He immediately rolls his eyes, completely ignoring my words and grabbing my hand to lead me further and further out into the crowd.

"Elvis! I can't! I ain't danced in years!" I glance back at my safe spot against the wall, missing its comfort already.