(This is for Red_Power_Borg who has made sure that I know somebody knows that I'm alive over here and for the 50 or so people who managed to take the time to vote on 5 stories. C'mon people I saw a few thousand readers is clicking the little dot really that difficult?)
Bryan was standing next to an eight-foot tall paper mermaid with a cup of fruit punch in one hand staring out over the dance floor. There in the middle of the dance floor was the ever popular James in a red lined black suit showing off his expect dance maneuvers along with the soon to be Homecoming Queen Kaylie. She'd chosen a designer pink dress that dipped low on her chest threatening to pop free and cut high on the hips making it perfectly clear she didn't have on and panties. Her high-heeled open sandals were strapped all the way up her calves just adding to that trashy look of hers that had so many eyes following her. Almost half the room seemed to be staring at the two as the moved across the floor.
At the far side of the room Amanda and Daniel were caught in each other's arms, slowly rocking to the rhythm of the music. Amanda dressed in a slinky floor length dress that clung to her curvaceous body and one slit up the left side that even eventually became a series of holes leading to the arm. She hadn't opted to wear anything beneath her dress either. Her fingers were slowly trailing over the blue silk shirt Daniel had worn beneath his discarded coat. Far off alone in the corner with his drink was Bryan alone.
He hadn't dressed badly; with black silk shirt and perfectly tailored tux he was a sight to behold. His black hair was slicked back and when he'd come it had been with his friends and a smile on his face. Now he was in the corner staring at the dozens of happy couples and questioning why he'd come to the dance at all.
Then she walked into the room and everything seemed to stop for a moment. Shimmering black hair framed a confidently beautiful face with full kissable lips and hypnotic green eyes. Her silvery dress was nearly transparent leaving only the dancing shadows to conceal the woman's feminine charms from view. Bryan stood awestruck as she sashayed across the floor towards him finally stopping just inches from his face. "Care for a dance stranger?"
His jaw dropped to the floor; if she'd been beautiful from afar she was stunning up close. The dress was completely transparent up close. Bryan could clearly see the dark outline of her nipples and beneath that the white thong beneath her dress and her skin was flawlessly tanned to a beautiful bronze. The best part of her, better than her firm tits that didn't need a bra, better than the swell of her hips that promised a great grip from behind was the fact that she was standing there talking to him.
"Care for a dance?" She repeated receiving only a dull nod in response. "I'll take that as a yes." She purred taking his hand and leading him out onto the floor and wrapping her arms around his neck before her body began to writhe with his pressing her tits against his chest.
