Dance With Me

Chapter 1

Lap Dance

Skylynn's POV

I walk into the diner attached to the bar at 6:00 in the morning. I'm yawning as I make my way over to the apron rack. I grab my apron and tie it around my waist. This is going to be a long day.

Stuart's POV

I walk into Google and my team is staring at me.

"What?" I ask.

"We're going out tonight!" Yoyo says.

"What? Where?"

"Remember that 'dance club' we went to last time?"

"Don't tell me."

"Yes." Neha says.

"Ugh!" I groan in disgust.

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We finish up work and I feel a hand on my shoulder. I look back and see Billy grinning.

"What?" I say irritatedly.

"Lets go!" he starts shoving me out the door. I don't have a choice but to go, now do I?

We arrive at the club and walk in. I stay on my phone like last time cause I don't want to be here.

"Okay, would you get off your phone?" I look up and I meet a pair of sky blue eyes. "This is a club! Have some fun!" She turns on her heels and walks away, her blonde hair swaying as she walks. I'm stunned. I know she's a dancer and all, but damn! She was H.O.T.!

"Well?" I'm pulled from my thoughts by Nick. "Lets go sit down!" he ushers us along and we all sit down in the exact spot we did when we first came here.

"How about getting some women over here?" Billy says as he starts to wave for women.

"Not now!" I say harshly. "Can't we just relax first?"

"That's what they're suppose to help us with, my friend!"

"Billy...-" I'm cut off when four women come over. Two go to Billy and Nick, one to Yoyo, and one to me. Lyle is talking with Neha. Lucky bastard.

I can see out of the corner of my eye Billy and Nick going to the bar. Yoyo is moving away as well. Great. Now I'm left here.

Skylynn's POV

The others leave. I'm left here with this guy...all alone.

He's different. He doesn't seem to want this.

I can change that!

"Turn that frown upside down!" I giggle. I'm not doing anything but straddling his hips. He turn to look at me. He looks so cute in his glasses.

He stares at me.

"What?" I ask.

"Aren't you gonna do your thing?" he asks, obviously annoyed. I lean into his ear.

"Not if you don't want it...." I whisper. I can feel his pulse pick up its speed. He's putty in my hands.

It's not long before I begin to feel a bulge in between my legs. I pull back and smile.

"Someone's getting happy!" I laugh. His face begins to turn pink. "Oh don't be shy! It just nature taking its course." He looks at me, finally cracking a smile. He places his hands on my hips, preventing me from beginning.

"I'm happy with you sitting just like this."

"Strange. Don't men usually like it when women rub up against them?" I ask sarcastically.

"True. But I'm not in the mood for that."

"How old are you?" I ask curiously.

"23. You?"

"Ha!" I laugh. I then lean in close to his ear again, pressing my chest against his, arching my back in the process. "That's something you don't need to know." I whisper.

His grip tightens. I pull back and grab his glasses and place them on my face.

"So...you've got a thing for boys in glasses?"