She and Angie got there around 8 pm, just an hour after they had planned. The uber driver had been a little creepy, but that seemed to happen often enough when they went out dressed out they were. Angie was in a tight black dress, stopping a third of the way down her thigh. Sarah wore daisy dukes that her cheeks just peaked out of (“real classy, Sarah, yep,” Angie had said), and a low cut flowing blouse. She had planned our outfit to show just a bit of cleavage, but her boobs were exposed all the way down to the top edge of her brand new black demicup.
Angie was newly single, and Sarah hadn’t had a relationship in two years. “Maybe we’ll meet someone,” Angie had teased–but Sarah wasn’t really looking. She was too focused on getting into law school lately, and she was really there to support Angie and let herself feel sexy for a few hours.
“So have you heard from him?” Sarah asked as they sat down at a table in the corner.
“Umm, no?” Angie answered, looking at the cocktail menu.
“Babe, you have to cut him out.”
Angie nodded, carefully focused on deciding between the same two drinks she always ordered.
“Seriously, Ange, he’s not going to change. You’ll get the good guy act right now, but he’ll be back to good ole Jett once you give in.”
Angie just nodded again, and caught the waiter’s eye. He came over and took their orders. As soon as he left, Sarah started right up again:
“I don’t care if you need to just block his number, or even just give me your phone and let me do it, or–” Angie cut her off.
“I really don’t want to get into this.”
Sarah smiled. “Change the topic?” Angie nodded.
Their drinks came, and they called aimlessly about this and that as they drank. Sarah could tell Angie was guarding her phone, and wanted to get her mind to here and now. As soon as Angie finished hers, Sarah hopped up, pulling Angie over to the bar. She ordered a shot of tequila for each of them, and Angie obliged.
“Let’s go danceee,” Sarah purred, gently pulling Angie by both hands. Loosening up, Angie followed her out onto the floor.
Closer to the speakers now, the Sarah could feel the base in her chest. She had always loved this feeling, the way it made her want to move. They had come on Latin night, and it was always salsa that Sarah melted for.
Moving her hips with the music now, stepping forward and backward, Sarah tried to engage Angie, but she just laughed and rolled her eyes. Angie glanced at her phone again.
“Look, I think maybe I’m not really up for going out after all.”
Slightly disappointed, Sarah took her hand. “Okay, let’s just go watch a movie or something then,” she said as brightly as she could.
“Umm, I think I–”
Sarah stopped her. “You’re not going to see Jett.”
“He just wants to talk,” Angie said.
As Sarah started to prepare her response, a guy lightly bumped into her, and immediately apologized.
“I’m so sorry,” he beamed. “Looks like you and your friend were having a tense conversation, I really do apologize.”
Sarah shrugged and turned back to Angie.
Angie smiled nervously. “He’s outside to pick me up right now.”
Sarah rolled her eyes. “I’ll just get another uber.”
Angie hugged her apology and turned to walk out.
Thinking about what to do for a second–maybe she would just call Kim to get her instead of getting another uber alone?–she felt a tap on her shoulder. It was the guy again.
“I’m sorry about your friend,” he said, extending his hand. “I’m Will. I’d be happy to keep the other guys off you while you wait for your uber,” he winked.
Sarah laughed, and said no thank you.
“Sorry, that was stupid,” he said. “I just noticed you actually know how to salsa, and I’d really like to dance a bit if you’re up for it.”
Sarah thought for a second and smiled. Taking his hand, she let him lead her further into the middle of the floor, right up next to the DJ.
“I like it where it’s louder,” he shouted over the music, “you can’t hear your thoughts interrupting you.”
Sarah laughed. “Yeah I get that,” she shouted back.
A CNCO song came on, and stepped into his body a little, helping him lead. He took a few bars to get them synced up before he started spinning her.
Laughing and starting to feel herself, she moved his hand a little lower on her back. Noticing, he pulled her closer to him, not close enough to grind, but close enough for her to feel the warmth of his movements.
“You’re really good at this,” he said.
She smiled, halfway through a spin. He let her out, then pulled her back in, and tried pulling her close enough for their hips to come together. She let him, wondering planning to pull back if he didn’t release her in a second–he did.
Spinning away again, she felt her face getting hot. When he pulled her back in this time, he left out further away again, dancing close but respectful again. She looked into his eyes, caught in his stare for a second.
He let her out again, but when he pulled her in this time, she spun in so she was facing away from him. Taking the hint, he moved his hands down to her hips, still holding her lightly, not grinding, but starting to bring their bodies in tighter. She let her arms up now and started to feel herself more freely, and he moved his hands with her, feeling the rhythm through her hips.
Reaching back behind her, she held onto the back of his neck with one hand, continuing to dance, and he stepped against her gently, his crotch just brushing her butt as she continued to swing her hips now. His hands were creeping forward a bit, a quarter of the way forward. She laid her head back on his shoulder, feeling his stubble against her cheek.
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That’s all I’ve got for now! I’m planning to do a second part, but I haven’t decided how to get past this point. Any suggestions would be welcome in the comments!
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/r4a7vz/picked_up_in_the_club_mf_possibly_part_1