I stand up, stepping in front of the mirror..." Perfect!" I say giving myself a once over head to toe. My six-inch heels lift my ass under my tight leather miniskirt that barely covers it and slims my legs. My tight red tank top has settled above my hipbones showing a few inches of smooth tan skin and a blue dangly feather belly button with silver jewels spinning and glittering in the light. My lack of bra is evident by the little bumps where my nipples perk up under the fabric. My eye makeup accentuates the blue green of my iris's and my big black eyelashes bat. The last finishing touch, my glossy red lipstick on my full lips. Like I said... Perfect.
Usually, I rock a more...comfortable look, meaning a sweatshirt and jeans hair in a bun...typical college girl. But today calls for something special, something that shows there's more to me than the sweet, innocent, good girl he thinks I am. Tonight, in a crowded club, with the drinks flowing, and the music beating, I am going to tease him until he can't deny how badly he wants me.
When I sit down in the front seat of his car, he flicks the light on and gives me a once-over slowly like he is trying to take in every detail. His eyes lingering when they reach my breasts and inner thighs. I take this moment to admire a rare sight, He is dressed up. A buttoned shirt with only the top two not done up, black slacks but loose enough to keep him comfortable, and a black leather belt that matches his dress shoes. He looks amazing.
"Damn, you look stunning." His eyes glance back at my breasts quickly before meeting my eyes again.
"Thanks, you look great yourself." I smile, glancing at him through the corner of my eye. "Let's get tonight started." I flick off the light and we begin our drive to the club.
Neon lights flash vibrantly to the music, some pop song I do not know very well is playing so loudly I can barely hear him. Someone takes our jackets and hangs them up handing him a ticket to go get them that he slips in his pants pocket. We yell over the music occasionally at each other as we start walking around. I am taking in all the sights around me, the dancing, the outfits/people, and I even spot a few couples around the edges that look like they are really..." enjoying" each other. The couple on the dance floor grinding so hard it is like a bad porno, the couple against the wall so fucking in the zone I am nearly sure there's penetration...maybe they think it is dark enough no one can see? Or maybe they just do not care? My friend grabs my hand as he pushes past them, we slip past and our shoulders bump against the guys back and another person's shoulders as we go.
"It's so crowded here," I yell, laughing a little at the couple we passed.
"That's... makes it... party! Come...way." I catch as he yells back. He waves his hand in a follow-me gesture leading me up to the bar. "What do you want?" he gestures to all the bottles behind the counter like I know what they are.
"Gin and tonic," I yell back hoping that I said an actual drink and it is not just a movie thing.
He gives me a side-eye look like I am crazy or growing horns. Then smiles and turns back to the bartender. He drags me over to a quieter table in the corner. We start talking, and a few minutes later a bright pink drink with an orange split over the rim shows up in front of me with a thin straw like the ones for coffee but shorter. "There's something you will actually like. Freaking gin and tonic." He chuckles a bit "Have you ever even tried gin?"
"...No" I giggle. "But it's the first drink I thought of!" He chuckles along with me. Shaking his head at me before burying his face in his hands.
I guess the drink he ordered is called a Bahama Mama and it is amazing. Pure heaven in a glass. He got a whiskey that he let me try, it was good, but I definitely like this better. So, there we sat, drinking, and chatting, people watching, and occasionally singing along to the music as it plays. When we both finish the last of them, I stand up and go to his side of the booth.
"Come on!" I reach down and grab his hand. "let's go dance!" I tug at him a bit.
"Oh No. No. No." He protests, pulling against me slightly. I tug him a little harder, almost whine "please.", give him my best puppy eyes, and he finally gives in. I drag him to the dance floor, and we start rocking to the music. The couple that was grinding so intensely here earlier is gone...too bad since I was kind of hoping to copy a few of her moves.
He is maybe a foot in front of me, standing stone still his eyes saying, "good luck getting me to dance." I accept the challenge. My hips swaying, my heels flashing in the light, my cleavage bouncing slightly with my movements. I grab his hands and start making him sway with me a little. He finally relents and starts to really dance with me. Innocently at first, then I decided it was time to make a move. I pull him in a little, spin around and place his hands on my breasts. I reach back and run my fingers through his hair as I grind my ass against him. He slides his hands slowly from my breasts down my body, his fingers pressing against the dip in my hip bones, pulling me against him a little so that my ass rubs him a little harder as we grind and dance.
We dance a solid hour grinding, moving together, entwining our bodies to the music. I wrap a leg around his waist and lean in my lips against his ear "I'm thirsty, how about you choose another drink for me to try." He smiles, and we begin walking back towards the bar. I leave him to order drinks so I can run to the bathroom and double-check my makeup. I check mascara and lipstick, and then I step into a stall, slip off my black lace thong and shove it in my purse. Then I leave and walk back to the bar where he has already saved us one of the booths in the corner. He stands up so I can slide in and he sits down again on the edge of the booth. It is so dark here, dimly lit by the dance floor lights and a few neon signs. He hands me a drink that is just the prettiest shade of blue, it has a slice of pineapple on the side of the glass, a cherry on top floating next to a Hawaiian flower. Blue Hawaiian, its coconut and pineapple, kind of tastes like a pina colada. And I love it.
We sit there drinking laughing and talking again. He is sitting so close to me this time his leg up on the seat so he can face me, without having to turn. I set my hand on his knee, and he loses his words for just a second having to remind himself of what he was talking about. I giggle just a touch; it is so cute when guys get flustered like that. After a few minutes, I ask him a silly question.
"Did you notice my socks tonight?" I smile slyly. He gives me a confused glance and peers at my feet under the table.