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hint of a smile.
    “Oh, come one. Can I just have a
dance?” He persisted.
    “No, thank you. If you will excuse
us, this is a private party.” My tone slightly less patient, but
still maintaining my cool, I turned around and continued dancing
with Keta and Darby. I didn’t see if he walked away, but the girls’
eyes coming back to me told me that he left.
    The girls poured another round of
shots. Within a few minutes, the waitress came back with another
round of martini glasses filled with a light green drink. We raised
our glasses in honor of the bride to be, and took a drink. I took a
sip and put mine down. I asked Keta and Darby if they wanted to go
to the dance floor. They nodded in excitement. Darby led the way,
each of us holding hands in a chain toward the stairs that led to
the dance floor. As I approached the stairs, I looked over to the
lounge area where Dashing and his friends were sitting. To my
surprise, he was looking in our direction, and I could detect an
acknowledging grin. I extended a soft smile, nothing more, knowing
he was there with someone made me resist the urge to flirt. I ran
my hand over my hair and pulled it over my shoulder; an act of
security that I’ve done over the years when I’m nervous.
    I looked down to take the stairs
and walked with the girls. As I walked down, I felt a hand tug at
my waist, pulling me around. I looked and saw that the hand was
attached to a handsome man with big muscles underneath his tight
shirt. I couldn’t help but think that he spent most of his time at
the gym and held very little interest in anything but weight
lifting, beer, and sex. He must have a small penis, I
deduced.
    “You’re hot. Dance with
me.”
    I looked him up and down with
irritation. “Is that a command or a question? Because I’m not going
to accept either.” I pulled myself away.
    I continued to walk with my girls
to the floor. We danced through a couple of songs. Men that were
already dancing with girls came over to us and tried to grind
behind us. We moved away from each random man that thought we were
desperate to feel his penis on our asses.
    Once the song changed to a slower
Reggae beat, which usually beckons a man to grind into a woman’s
ass, we walked away from the dance floor to sit with Chelz and the
rest of the girls. The walk back to our lounge area was no easier.
I was asked for a dance, offered drinks, grabbed by the hips, and a
marriage proposal was thrown in. I no longer wondered why I refused
to go dancing. A woman can’t have fun without being approached
aggressively. My extreme annoyance at being groped put my blinders
up as I walked up the stairs and I didn’t even look over at
Dashing.
    When we arrived at the table, we
found water for us to drink. It was very much needed after dancing
in a mass of overheated and horny people. We sat and talked loudly
in each other’s ears. I drank half the bottle and then took a few
sips of the green appletini that I’d left on the table.
    After ingesting so much liquid, I
asked the girls to come with me to the restroom. Keta offered to go
with me. I grabbed my clutch and I took her hand and led the way.
As we passed by Dashing’s lounge, he looked up at me and gave me
the most heart stopping smile, and the affect was duly noted by the
pulse in my clit. I smiled back. I noted that his date and the
other women were not seated on the couch. Dashing was talking to a
guy that stopped speaking as soon as he saw me and his eyes took
time to take in my image. His face became rather serious as I
walked by. I felt a chill and lowered my head to watch the path I
was walking.
    When I pulled the doors open to
enter the ladies’ room, I held the door for the three model-types
that exited. I recognized them to be Dashing’s girlfriend and those
of his companions. They were beautiful. Suddenly, I felt vertically
challenged and was more aware of my curves than I’d ever have.
Before I saw these women, I’d never felt sexier than I did