"So... who are you with?" The burly security guard steps forward, barring your way.
"I'm with the band," you say, your voice loaded with suggestiveness, and it doesn't go unnoticed.
He raises an eyebrow, taking in your too-tight dress and cherry red...
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I'm in my element, six cocktails in and swaying to the music, playing up to the audience I know I have without even looking. Under these lights I know I look good, I'm confident in my natural habitat, many a wild night out spent perfecting my moves whilst clubbing with Portia. Chelsea's clubs and bars were more exclusive than this of course, the girls dressed to kill in their high end attire and the boys looking sharp in designer threads, but when you stripped away the fancy clothes and the champagne cocktails places like this were all the same. People came here to prowl and to pull, and having Daddy's credit card in your back pocket or your purse didn't make intentions any different.
I can feel all eyes on me and in particular Van's. I know his gaze will be fixed on my curves as I let my hands brush down over my hips, and when I finally do glance over predictably he's looking right back. I giggle then, blowing him a cheeky kiss, my head bowed slightly so I can look at him alluringly from under my lashes.
"Godamnit girl, you have that boy eating out of the palm of your hand!"
Lisa leans in to speak into my ear over the music and I smirk at her words. "Oh really? I didn't notice!"
She laughs at that, knowing I'm teasing. She knows exactly what I'm up to and she doesn't seem to judge me for it.
"And it's not just Van," she continues, eyes darting back to the booth the lads are occupying. I look too, my gaze meeting Johnny's as he grins at me, raising up his glass with a nod. He isn't as obvious as Van but I can still see the appreciation in his features as he watches me dance. Benji's snatching glances too, only when he thinks I'm not looking. Bob is very obviously trying to look anywhere but at me. Larry's glaring at Van, trying unsuccessfully to divert his attention.
I look away, letting the music wash over me and guide my hips into a slow, seductive roll. The music's not really my style at all, the cheesiest old school R&B blaring out of the speakers. Portia loves this kind of stuff but I shun it these days in favour of rock and indie. It's perfect for pulling the slutty kind of dance moves that have the boys slack-jawed and drooling into their pints though, so it's all good by me.
"Ahhh... just as I thought," Lisa grins, nodding to indicate behind me. "Don't look now but he's coming over!"
Mission accomplished...
It's not long until mine and Lisa's little dance space is invaded by Van, mischievous grin stretched wide as he slides in between the two of us. He's all gangly limbs and swivelling hips as he tries for a sexy shimmy and I can't hold back my laughter. I've seen more grace in a baby giraffe.
"Hey, don't laugh! Spent years working on these killer moves I'll 'ave you know!"
"I can tell," I smirk back at him. "Very smooth... how on earth do the ladies resist?"
"They usually can't," he says, the faux serious tone he adopts making me giggle even harder. "In fact I should probably warn you that these particular dance moves have a 99% success rate at attracting a mate."
