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Shadow
Shadows danced across his face as he leaned back in his seat, crossing his legs while he watched the dance floor. There, under the pulsating lights and the loud beat of the music, was a girl he watched.
‘No, that one is not a girl,’ he thought, bringing his arm up to rest across the back of the sofa.
John watched as she swayed with the music, dancing by herself; lost in her own world. Even from his seat, he could see the light sheen that covered her skin. She closed her eyes and turned her back to him. John took a drag from his cigarette, still watching the dark-haired woman dance to the music.
John groaned to himself as she brought her arms up to run her fingers through her short locks. The hem of her dress rode up her thighs, exposing her tan shapely legs. He shifted in his seat, a familiar tightening present across the front of his pants.
Stubbing out his cigarette, John stood and made his way to the dance floor, determined to end this torment. The woman, with her back, still turned, was not aware that someone had come up behind her.
She gave a startled squeak as an arm snaked around her waist and she was pulled tight against a hard body. A very male body. A very, very, male body.
“You wanna go somewhere?” The husky voice breathed in her ear.
She tried to turn and see who had her captured.
“No,” the accented voice told her. “Eyes straight head.”
“What do you want?” She asked. “My boyfriend should be here any minute.”
“Boyfriend? Now I am scared.”
“Yes, my boyfriend...he won’t like what you are doing."
The only answer was a light lingering kiss behind her ear.
“So, what does this ‘boyfriend’ look like? Should I be scared? Is he tall? Short? Skinny or...”
She snorted before answering.
“Well, he is short, has a huge beer belly, and likes me to call him ‘Pookie-Bear’.”
John laughed as he turned the woman around to face him.
“Pookie-Bear?”
“Yes, Pookie-Bear.”
“Well, what do you say we get out of here before he shows up?”
“Sounds like a good idea, Pookie”
She laughed at the look that crossed John’s face. She couldn’t tell if it was one of amusement or exasperation.
“Oh, John,” she gasped for air, “You should see your face.”
“Ha ha, my dear. You ready to go?”
She leaned in closer before answering, running her fingers slowly down his chest, stopping only when she reached his belt.
“Do you have the same idea as I do?”
John could only nod his head and grabbed her hand as he dragged her out of the club and towards home. Home, where an empty house and a huge bed awaited them.