The neon lights gleamed in the dark-pitched room, part exposing the swaying youth. The loud music had summoned everyone to move according to it.
They touched and kissed right there on the dance floor, fondling two or more partners at a time.
Nothing was forbidden. You could drink whatever you wanted. You could touch each other however you wanted; no secret will spill out.
That was the sole reason why the club was so famous. Secrecy.
However, when everyone was dazed and tangled in each other's arms, she paid attention to only him. With eyes full of interest. With astonishment and appeal.
The way he twirled his body. The way he outshone everyone. His masculine body, handsome features, and fuller hips had caught her interest.
Biting her lips, relishing his dance, she kept eyeing his every movement whilst she was stuck by the side of her fiancé, who did not mind paying attention to the beauty she held. Instead, he was swept away by other ordinary faces.
But it didn't bother her. She had someone else to look out for. Someone who made her wet just by displaying himself off to her.
Someone who craved her eyes on him. Someone who'll turn out to be a great company for the night.
His exposed chest blazed in piercing light, contrasted with her eyes in the darkness around.
He swayed his hips in circles and leisurely touched his sculpted face, gliding his fingers down to his neck, letting her eyes touch and embarrass him.
She kept inhaling his scent from afar until he stopped and glanced at her, walking away in an instant.
He was aware of the game he was playing. He had played this game before as well. But did he know this time will be unlike for him?
He strode, aware of her eyes on him, jostling away to the washroom.
The stalls were busy, moaning and squealing. It wasn't something he hadn't seen.
Discounting the commotion, he entered one of the stalls, waiting for the approaching heels. But then the footsteps stopped right before the door.
While he anticipated with serenity, she inspected the empty and quiet stall beside the lurid ones, rethinking her decision. However, before she could make a choice, the door flew open, revealing the boy she's been eyeing.
"Are you following me?" He inquired, smug, striding out as she simply responded, calm and collected. "Why would you think that?"
Conceited, he replied. "I saw you staring at me."
"You were seducing me." He snickered at her forthright words, pausing an inch before her as he probed further. "Why would you think that?"
Chill and coy about his saucy eyes, she took a step forward as well, urging him back into the stall.
"They say there are many ways a woman can be seduced. You certainly seem to know many of them." Her eyes pierced him with a deep thirst, not fidgeting.
Her straightforwardness dumbfounded him. He expected her to baffle or to rotate the topic elsewhere, but she came off rather unusually. He had never met a woman like her before.
"How can you neglect what you did when you're so good at it?" She questioned, leaving him with no way out and closing the door behind her. The space was very limited. Which left merely any space between them.
"I also wonder one thing about you." She added as his eyes trailed, her hands reaching for his chest. "You touched yourself here." Her fingers played with his chest and nipples, quickly pinching them and making him winch from slight pain.
He was struck because of her confidence. The boldness in her eyes and the intense tone she used left him seized right on his spot.
And before he could get familiar with her touch, she spun him around, yanked his body close to hers, and drove her hands back to his chest, pressing her breasts against his back.
"This is not the only place you touched yourself." She whispered, pinching and playing with his nipples and glaring at his softening eyes as he grew stronger in his pants.
She could feel his chest puffing and his heart racing under her palm as she drove her tender touch down on his abdomen, caressing his skin and adding, "Here."
