The One That Got Away

Part 7

Walking into the overly heated club really made me realize how much I did not miss this whole scene.

The different colored strode lights flashing all over the place made me dizzy, the fog machine was unnecessary and made everything hazy.

The girls was dressed in little to nothing, and the cage dancers was dressed in even less, the men that served some of the tables was dressed in nothing but a loincloth and the women in pasties and hot pants!

The club smelt of sweat, cologne, liquor.

I'm only thirty four but being in here made me feel much older.
I felt misplaced the music was ok-ay but way to loud, looking around, I noticed the way the couples was dancing and I could honestly swear It was no different than having sex!

"I'm gonna get a drink!"
Shelly shouted over the music, and before I could reply she was already making her way through the crowd.

The DJ stood on the stage at the very end of the club right in the middle of two huge speakers.
Several flat screen tv's were scattered around the club flashing lyrics to Bruno Mars- Marry You.
There was a group of singing drunk girls on stage butchering the song.

I watched as the girls sang, laughing at the drunkest one slurring her words and swearing after she missed a lyric.

when unexpected strong arms grabbed me from behind, nearly giving me a heart attack!

Turning around I noticed it was just Alec, he was smiling down at me, singing the words into my ear.

"If I wasn't already happily married to you right now, I'd rush you off to Vegas to make sure you belonged to me!"
"I love you Shay!"
He kissed me so softly.

Stop being so damn perfect, telling me words I didn't deserve to hear!

He let me go and explained he was going to get us some drinks disappearing into the crowd.

I also made my way through the sticky, sweaty crowd I went in search for my friends, after several butt grabs and a few cat calls I finally  found Shelly and Heather somewhere in the middle of the dance floor going wild with the grinding crowed.

The girls were dancing on each other to a remix of Bedrock.
I danced up to them, and we danced song after song, Heather dipped....

Considering she wasn't to far from the floor already.

Shelly shimmed her shoulders, and rubbed her ass on both of us.

I swayed my hips, and threw my hair around.

Heather slipped away from us for a few long moments, and when she returned she had the biggest shit eating grin I have ever seen!

Shit....

That's when I heard it....
Our fake names being called out!

"Ya! That was great, give it up for our home- boy yo!"
The DJ said into the crystal covered mic, he was an average height african-american guy  dressed in a NFL jersey, silver shorts, sunglasses cap on backwards and thick gold chains.

The crowd went wild shouting, cheering, fist - pumping.

"Yea! That's what I'm talking about, Blackout let's now give some love to my ladies....
Pussy Galore, Elvira Hancock, and Leia Skywalker!"

I looked at Heather with death in my eyes, I wanted to run and hide or take a pair of chopsticks to my friends eyes!

She quickly got ahold of mine and Shelly's hands and dragged us to the damn stage stairs!