Making her way towards the bar, Misty watched her prey flail about in the middle of the dance floor as the music raged on. She burned with anger and lust, her eyes on fire as they bored into him. She ordered a soda (wanting to keep her head clear for the coming activities), and waited for him to leave the mosh pit.
As the song came to an end, she was surprised again when he bent over and helped one of his fallen combatants to his feet. They laughed, and gave each other a good natured bear hug. She shook her head. She couldn't understand the appeal of slam dancing, but she was glad to see that those who participated in it didn't actually feel anger and animosity towards those they were dancing with. She slid off her bar stool, and began to cross towards where he was leaving the dance floor.
Fortunately, he got where he was going before she made it all the way too him. She stopped dead in her tracks as he sat down across from a striking red headed woman.
Misty was close enough to see the woman clearly. She was very pretty, with large, expressive blue eyes and a light layer of freckles on her skin. She was wearing a loose blouse that gently hugged her perky breasts. Misty could see her shapely legs under the table, the smooth flesh revealed by the shorts the woman was wearing.
She couldn't hear their conversation of the loud music in the club, but she could tell that the red head was bemused by him. She kept looking at him with a quizzical smile on her face, as if she didn't even understand why she was there with him. He leaned over and said something to her that made her laugh out loud. Misty thought she looked very pretty when she laughed, that she was a beautiful woman in general.
Misty also felt something else towards her. Jealousy. Envy. She wanted to know why the red head deserved to actually hold a conversation with him. Why she got to go out to clubs with him when Misty was used once and cast aside. She decided at that moment that she would teach him a lesson, let him know what he had missed out on, and have a little fun at the same time. She waited for the right opportunity.
After a few minutes, the man stood up and headed back to the crowded dance floor. The music was much less violent now, and the wise people who had cleared from the path of arms and legs while the mosh pit had been in affect were now back out there, gyrating to a song by The Smiths. Misty was familiar with this one. The sensuous voice of Morrissey flowed from the speakers surrounding the room, as he serenaded the room with "How Soon Is Now?"
Misty began dancing through the crowd, feeling the hot press of the crowd up against her. More than once she felt the "accidental" brush of a hand across her ass, but instead of distracting her it made her more excited about what she was about to do.
Soon she found herself directly behind him as he rocked slowly on the dance floor. His head was tilted back, seemingly lost in the song. She slid directly up to him, inhaling deeply, taking in the tangy aroma of his cologne mixed with the sweat from his earlier excursions. She wrapped her arms around him, and began to sway along with him as he danced.
He jumped a bit at first, thrown out of his trance, but he recovered quickly and continued dancing. He grabbed her hands at his waist with his, running his thick fingers over her skin. She was surprised at how soft his touch was, how much attention he seemed to pay to simply touching her. She slid her hands out from underneath his, and began to lightly scratch his belly, moving her fingernails in soft circles and tickling him softly. Then her hands began to move downwards, slowly inching towards his crotch. He inhaled sharply, and she could feel him tense up in her arms. She continued to moved downwards, until she could feel the bulge of his erection through his jeans. He felt as hard as he had the day in the library, his cock jumping traced the outline of it with her fingernails.
He exhaled hard and turned around, wrapping his arms around and pulling her close as he said "What suddenly got you all worked up, Mel...?" He froze, her name caught in mid-sentence and his eyes widening as he realized who was actually holding him. He actually looks scared, she thought to herself.
Good.
