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us.
    Okay, so this game was a little different than I
thought it would be. I wasn’t expecting this more, well, forward sort of
behavior. Okay, though, maybe that was my fault. I’d been the one to start
changing the rules, anyway. She reached out, and I stepped back a little
nervously, smacking against my sound board.
    Oh yeah, the sound board. I was working—or supposed to
be, anyway.
    “Okay, yeah, sure,” I agreed and smiled. “We can talk.
I, um, I’ve got to set my tunes,” and I gave my attention to the board. We were
so close my hip brushed against hers. Did I mention this wasn’t a very big
space?
    I slipped my headphones back on and checked the play
status on the disc. Everything was going smoothly and exactly where I wanted it
to. I ran nimble fingers across the dials, then grabbed the next two discs,
setting them up in succession; they would fade beautifully into one another. I
closed my eyes as I tested the mix, listening, sinking into the music’s mood,
my fingertips resting lightly on the knobs as I adjusted the program, tweaking
a ABC bit here and there to get it perfect. Oh yeah, there it was. This
was going to be nice, very nice. I swayed along with the beat and set a few
automatic times, tweaking the sound and moments until they were perfect too.
    A soft fingertip slid slowly down my bare back, and I
forced myself to control the light shiver it caused. Hands strayed to my hips,
and Blue danced with me. I could feel the heat of her body on my back as I
locked the mix on the board, and as we swayed in time together, I realized she
was slightly taller than me.
    She was subtle as she pressed up against me, and I
felt the light touch of her lips on my neck as I caught the rhythm with her and
swayed to the beat. She nibbled her way up to my ear. God, I love that. Well,
if I hadn’t been stirred before, which I was, this situation had just jumped me
up a little higher, but it was time, more than time, to take it in hand.
Maintaining body contact, I twisted around, and, glancing up at her eyes for a
moment, grasped her hips, bringing us closer. We moved together for a few
moments, then I brushed my lips up along the line of her neck, then to her ear.
She inhaled sharply, and I smiled. I love it when things work the way they
should.
    “I have to check the board,” I whispered, lightly
kissing the skin right below.
    “How are you going to do that if I don’t let you go?”
she murmured into my hair, readjusting the grip she had and holding me firmly.
    I brushed my lower lip against her earlobe, then
looked up into her eyes. “Just like this.” I grinned and, neatly sliding my leg
between hers, pulled her closer and pivoted, using our combined weight for
leverage. I controlled her descent by holding her hips, and her back landed
neatly and with the slightest heaviness to the left of the board. Now I could
face the room, if I wanted, and the controls.
    But God damn that system had good shocks; the sound
never skipped.
    “This work for you?” I asked her with a smile, releasing
her hips so I could ease up my headphones. As I leaned over and across her to
reach for the console and the microphone so I could introduce the next song, my
lower body pressed into hers.
    She hooked a leg around my hip and reached up,
pressing her breasts against me and burrowing her lips into my neck. “This
works just fine for me.”
    “Good,” I whispered, enjoying the pattern she was
weaving on my throat. What can I say? I’m a sensualist at heart. “Shh,” I
cautioned, indicating the microphone as I brought it up. She stopped and
nodded. Headphones in place, I keyed the mike.
    “Brothers and sisters, boyz and grrlz, lovers and
leavers, this is the Dominion,” I informed the dancers as I scanned the
now-crowded floor. Wow. A lot of people had come into the back room since I’d
started, hopefully drawn by the music. Hey, all was cool; it meant they liked
it and that I was doing my job well.
    Blue slipped her leg up