Tattoos in the Work Place.

Blind Dancing

I sway my hips, and walk into the crowd of people. I grin widely as the bass starts to take over my body. I dance my way towards the center of the dance floor. I can feel eyes on my hips, but I don't stop moving.  I stop in the middle, and turn around. I lock eyes with a guy who looks to be about two years younger than I am. I give him a small smile, and turn back around. 

Apparently my smile was taken as and invitation, because in about thirty seconds I feel a body press up against my back. I roll my eyes as the boy awkwardly grinds his pelvis into my ass. I hear him let out a sigh, and he pushes harder. What in the world?

I turn around, and look at him. He is about my height; if not shorter.

"I'm sorry, but you must have gotten the wrong idea. I didn't smile at you so you could come over her and violate my ass with your small dick." he steps closer to me, and tries to make himself look bigger.

"You must be mistaken, I think your mind is just clouded by your want for my big dick." his fingers latch onto my hips, and he tries to pull me closer to him; but I don't budge.I push his hands off of me, and step back.

"Only in your dreams would I want you, asshole. Now move along, I'm sure you will find some bimbo who can't tell her own head from her ass; she's sure to want you." I wave my hand in the direction of the clubs exit. The boy scowls at me.

"Fuck you bitch." I roll my eyes.

"I thought it was clear that I don't want you, or your micro-penis?" I turn back around as he huffs and struts away. I chuckle and shake my head, and then continue dancing.

I find a few people to dance with; amusing myself with how easily drunk guys can be turned on. I dance for about fifteen minutes before I feel his eyes on me. 

I turn around, still dancing in place. I search the club for the person staring holes into my skin. Finally I see a man standing near the DJ's counter. He is standing against the wall; a drink in his hand, and one leg propped up against the black wall.

I sway my hips slower, and watch him. His eyes never leave mine. I lift my chin, and slowly turn back around. I make my way over to the bar. I sit down in a stool, and grab the attention of Evan. She skips over to me; smiling.

"Hey, beautiful. What can I get you?"

"I'll just take a water." she nods, and goes to grab me a plastic cup.

I turn back around in my stool and look for the guy. I can't see him where he was last standing. I shrug and turn back to the bar. I smile at Evan when she hands me a cup of ice water. I sip the cool liquid, and swivel my chair a bit.

I am just about to take another drink when I feel his stare again. I sit still; drinking my water. I can feel him walking closer, so I slowly turn around in my stool. My eyes find him immediately.

I start at his feet; my eyes slowly making their way up his body.

He is wearing black boots, dark jeans, and a white t-shirt. His hands are swaying at his sides, his glass hanging loosely from his fingers. My eyes trail over his arms, I smile to myself at the sight of the dark tattoos covering his biceps. I finally make my way to his face. My mouths goes dry.

Holy shit; this man is a God.

I slowly traces his jawline with my eyes; taking in his features. He has a bit of stubble on his chin, and strong cheekbones. His hair is short, and flips slightly at the top. My eyes stop on his. He has piercing blue eyes that hold you in place.

I breathe in slowly through my nose, and bring my cup up to my lips. I take a sip of water, and he takes his last few steps until he is standing only a foot away from me.