The Weak Spot

7

The floor was more hectic than I made it out to be from afar. After squeezing through a bunch of grinding body parts for a few minutes, I finally found Mark. He wasn't so much dancing as just tapping his goddamn foot. But it was obvious his mind was occupied elsewhere. I followed his gaze until it came to rest on the object of his attention. It was the incredibly gorgeous girl I had seen earlier. The one with her own clique.

She was captivating. Like a siren, but you know, with the seductive swaying of hips and steamy moves rather than an alluring voice. Do you know how the sirens in the tale of Odysseus would lure sailors to their deaths by causing them to drive their ships into rocks? Yeah, there are rocks all right. Her entourage wasn't going to let any of these sailors near her. Not that no one tried. Those that did found themselves being firmly pushed back by the girl's girlfriends all while they rubbed and fondled each other up and down. Heh, heh, I guess you could say the ship of their pride was 'dashed' against those rocks.

Mark, the big dufus, was clearly playing it safe. If this goes on any longer, he would be salivating all over the dance floor. I tried to make my way toward him. But just as he was within reach, to my surprise, the Siren made her move. She glided across the dance floor effortlessly. Throwing several people off their balance, even her own 'rock' formation. She stopped in front of Mark, hips still swaying, and ran her fingers down his chest.

Mother of God, I want to take her behind the club and pound her so fucking bad. But I snapped out of it. Focus, Johnny, focus. You're a knight on a quest for two lovely maidens and if you play your cards right, heh, heh, heh. Obviously, I'm gonna expect some kind of reward. To my amazement, Mark began to jiggle, as if in a trance. He was probably trying to match the hot girl's moves. It was as lame as it sounded. The girl didn't seem to be put off though. In fact, she looked amused.

Don't go there bro, this girl eats naive sailors for breakfast. Monsters like these needs certain type of people to handle. Heroes with, ahem, some 'magical' powers for instance. I watched as Mark stepped slightly forwards and tried to dance. Sighing, I pushed past a couple of people and grabbed Mark on his shoulder. That seemed to make him snap out of it. His skin almost jumped off his frame in fact. He snapped around and looked at me. At first, he didn't seem to recognize me. It was probably the lights. Then he scowled and gave me one of his patented 'the fuck you want?' look.

"I need to borrow your phone!" I yelled over the music. "I have to call mom! My phone is out of batteries!" A look of panic spread across his face. It was all according to my plan. Here he is in front of probably the hottest girl in the club and his annoying underdressed little brother is screaming about calling mom. Flustered, he glanced back at the girl. She was facing away from him, still dancing seductively and watching us with one curious eye. Her lips, graced with a half smile, were practically an invitation for a face fuck.

Mark quickly dug out his phone and passed it to me. I fumbled with it for a few minutes then showed him the unlock screen. Glaring at me, he grabbed it back and tapped in the code. He didn't even bother to hide it from me. 123321. Real secure bro.

Mark then passed me back the phone and glared double daggers at me to scram. The fucker then turned around back to the girl whose smile grew wider as he stepped up to her. Well, I guess Serena's instincts were right. Now then, what to do? I feel like I shouldn't leave things as it is.

My body was moving to act before I could gloss over the idea. I quickly pushed my finger underneath the back of Mark's beltline, slid it down slightly to the beginnings of his asscrack, and voila! Applied pressure on the spot. Then, quick as a fly, my hand darted back to my side and I retreated back into the raving crowd. Fucker didn't even notice.

God, dammit, the fucker was so sweaty! Ew, ew, ew. I kept wiping my finger on my pants as I made my way back to the back of the bar to where the girls were. Except they weren't where I left them. But it didn't take long for me to find them. The corridor where I left the girls was lined with private lounges and further down, one of the mirrored paned doors was open. As I marched past it, I heard Serena call out to me from inside.