Falling For a Stranger

When Girl Meets Boy

Anya
I find myself in my average spot on Sunday night. With my stomach happily filled with a late Sunday dinner, an evening dancing away in a club is perfect after a long week. With the Saturday night's being too busy, I find the Sunday's more relaxing. Somewhat. The club is still busy, with crowds of people dancing up against each other. Girls squealing as their girlfriends arrive after a spontaneous Monday off work.
Whereas, for me Sunday's and Monday's are my days off. Which I don't mind. You may laugh but I prefer Monday's to Saturday's off.
"What do you do for work Anya?" - you may be asking. I work in one of the most well known companies in London. Nether Corporation. Oh. I'm not going to tell you everything right now, tonight is my night. A night to dance away the week, with strangers I don't know.

'God is a Dancer' by Mabel began to blast out of the speakers, within seconds, my hands were in the air, my body moving along to the beat.
Unknown hands touch my waist, and the feeling of a man's crotch rubs against me. Without a care in the world I wrap my arms around the mans neck, receiving a satisfactory moan in return.
The dancing continues for what feels like forever. There's something about being in this man's hold. I feel safe, even though I don't know him at all. But boy does he know what he is doing.
I tend to have men dancing up against me at clubs, but they are always sloppy and too needy. But this man, he's done it before. His hands in the right place, his head almost sat on top of mine, his slow and steady breaths sending shivers down my spine.
This man's a solid foot taller than me.
Jealous looks are thrown at me. But I don't care, I continue to dance against this man for as long as he lets me. I don't want him to pull away.
But all of a sudden the hands disappear, I'm left feeling cold and more alone than I felt before I came into the club.
I check my phone, 11:04pm. Yet part of me is now desperate to go home, slide into my pyjamas, a cosy romance film playing on the TV, while I sit on the sofa eating a bowl of ice cream.
That sounds perfect. I quickly glance around before deciding to leave, feeling like I don't belong here.

Ben
I don't often come to the club, but tonight was a different story. With new business partners only having availability after work hours, the club is the place for those interactions. Yes, restaurants would be ideal but would they want a group of rowdy men in there, I doubt it.
I've been sat in the club, for just over an hour, groups of beautiful women dancing around me, but none of them interest me.
They are off their heads drunk. Some confident ones attempting to lap dance me and my assistant Nico. Their sloppy dancing causing them to stumble everywhere. So they don't last long.

That's when I saw her. A girl, walking alone through the endless bodies of people. It's busy for a Sunday night but she sticks out like a sore thumb. In her sexy red dress, showing off her curves and breasts. She knew what she was doing when she put it on. Her short silver heels carrying her around the floor. When all of a sudden she stops almost in the middle of the dance floor. Looking around at the endless groups of people cheering and dancing to their favourite songs.
Shortly after, she throws her hands in the air, wiggling her butt and swaying her body to the beat. She closes her eyes and lets her long brown hair trail down her back. She's stunning. Nothing like the girls I've ever seen.

I find myself standing up from the sofa, my patience of waiting for my clients, disappears.
"I'll be back." I say to Nico. He calls after me as I walk off into the crowds of people.
The tiles on the floor glowing every type of colour possible and the bright coloured light consistently changing, setting the perfect scene for any club.
I head in the direction of the girl. My feet crossing the floor quickly until I reach her.
She's really going for it. Her own space has been formed, it's clear she's on her own, but I'm going to change that.
I step behind her, placing my hands on her waist. She's settles into them perfectly. Pausing slightly before she continues. Damn, she feels good in my hands. I wish this dress wasn't on her. I step closer to her, quickly filling the gap. Getting as much as my body behind her as I could. Instantly growing hard. Fuck. Why now. I'm pretty sure she can feel it through the thin fabric of her dress.
With endless moments of dancing, I daren't leave her. I feel comfortable with her. Her perfume is intoxicating and fresh. Her hair is soft under my chin.
But suddenly a hand grabbing my arm pulls me away from my moment with this mysterious girl.
"Ben, the clients have turned up." Nico says, glancing at the girl.
I nod my head, removing my hands from her waist. My hands feeling clammy and empty. Instantly missing the company of her body. I follow Nico back to the sofa, looking as I see a man in his late 50s sitting with a rather uncomfortable girl. Her head facing the floor. My client laughing at one of the strippers that have come over to entertain him.
"Leave us," I say sternly to the stripper, watching as she rushes off.
"Mr Wright!" The man exclaims. "What a pleasure, Ethan Cooper." He says, holding his hands out.
I nod my head, "How may I help you Mr Cooper?"
"I'd like to form an alliance with your company. Denzel Corporation and Nether Corporation working together as the absolute dream team." He says with a grin.
"Ok, have you set up a contract?" I ask.
"You already know it." He glances at the woman next to him. She looks at him nervously. "The contract, Iris."
"I-I thought you had it sir." She says nervously.
"You don't have it?" His voice sharp, as he grits his teeth.
"No sir, I don't."
"And you call yourself an assistant?"
Iris looks at the floor, tears filling her eyes.
"She's not your slave." I say, my eyes angry.
Ethan looks up at me, his angry eyes starting into mine. "I can treat my employees how I please."
"Well, good luck finding another company then, this contract is no longer needed." I say firmly, standing up.
I pass Iris a contact card, "if you're interested, we always have a spot open at our company for you." I say with a smile.
Iris takes it, a small smile forming on her face, "thank you Mr Wright."
"Trying to steal my employees, Wright?" Ethan says, his tone angrier.
I smirk, "well you clearly aren't treating your employees right."
Ethan swings at me, I catch his wrist in my hand, causing him to wince at me.
"Get out of my sight, you disgust me." I spit.
Ethan pulls his wrist away, storming out.
Iris stands there, shell shocked. "Let me take you home."
She nods her head slowly.
I glance around the dance floor, looking for the mystery girl. With the dance floor looking emptier with the club closing any minute. I can't see her. She must have gone home.
I need to do the same.