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“What dance floor?” She looks around at the crowd of still people, most of whom aren’t even moving to the music. That’s the thing about office parties. People just don’t know how to get loose.
“We make the dance floor.” I grab her hand and check to make sure my brother isn’t in the vicinity. Sam won’t want me dancing on the tables at his work party. In fact, he only invited me because he felt sorry for me. And because our parents made him. Even though he is thirty and I am twenty-four, he still abides by what our parents tell him to do. I am an adult, but to our parents, I am still the youngest and their little girl. And so when I called them to moan about losing my job, breaking my favorite heels, and being unlovable, they immediately got in touch with him to look after me.
Sam and I both live in New York, and it is a far cry from our upbringing in a small town on the southwest coast of Florida. Our parents still live in the Sunshine State and are constantly worried about us, especially me, living in the big city.
“Ella, I am not drunk enough to be Coyote Ugly right now.” Isabel shakes her head, but she still raises her arm up in the air in her signature dance move, and I grin. Isabel and I are always the life of the party. In fact, that’s how we met—at a freshman party during our first week of college. We were both standing in a corner, staring at cute guys and doing the Macarena when the song played, even though everyone else was acting like they were too cool. We hadn’t ended up meeting any guys, but that had been the beginning of a fast and immediate friendship. We were both a little guy crazy back then (some may say we still are), but neither one of us had actually been in a super-serious relationship.
“Is the hot guy still looking at me?” I ask and look around before she can answer. I’m disappointed to see he is not in my line of sight any longer. “Maybe he wasn’t even looking at me,” I say to Isabel as I pull my black miniskirt down slightly. It’s been riding up my thighs since I started swaying back and forth.
“Oh, he was looking.” She giggles as she looks me up and down. I spin around and put on a little show for her. The alcohol is already going to my head. I can feel that it’s going to be a good night. “You are dressed to kill.” She fans herself, and I beam at her.
“So are you, darling.” I point at her. We’re both dressed up. We’d decided that tonight, we were going to look our sexiest. Not because we were trying to impress anyone but because we felt like we wanted to. I am wearing a short black miniskirt, with thigh-high boots that have a slight heel. My white top exposes part of my midriff when I dance, and the hugeVbetween my boobs is not leaving much to the imagination. My hair hangs straight down my back, and my makeup is done to the nines. Not that anyone can tell due to the gold, glittery mask that is on my face. Isabel is wearing a short red dress with red heels, and she’s curled her blonde hair so it bounces against her exposed shoulders. She looks like a blonde bombshell, and I am her brunette cousin. We look like a million dollars, and I want to ensure that we enjoy the night.
“Ella, there you are.” My brother’s deep voice sounds from next to me, and I give him my most innocent smile. I can see from his expression that he’s not pleased with my attire, but then, he’s always been a judgmental one. “What are you wearing?”
“Clothes.” I roll my eyes. “How did you know it was me?” I ask him, wondering if I’m not as incognito as I thought.
“I heard you and Isabel laughing.” He shakes his head as he looks over at my best friend. “You’re both so loud.”
“Thanks,” I say in response, not letting him bother me. Sam can be a real bore sometimes. “Good to see you as well, big bro.”
“Don’t embarrass me, Ella.” He frowns as he looks back at me, his black mask making him look more mysterious than it should. “This is a work event, and if you want me to try and get you a job here, then you need to be professional.”
“Not interested, thanks.” I grimace at his words. “I do not need your help. I think we both agree that your first try at helping me was a disaster.” I don’t add the part about how he helped me once before to get a job with his best friend, Colton Hart, and how I’d been fired one hour after starting said job for being unprofessional. I still haven’t gotten over it. And I’ve certainly never forgiven Colton for what he did. In fact, I now consider him my nemesis and remind him of that every time that I see him. Which isn’t often because I do my best to avoid him.
“Speaking of Colton…” Sam starts to bring up his friend, and I hold my hand up to stop him. I’m not interested in hearing anything about the man.
“Isabel and I are going to dance,” I say, grabbing my friend’s hand. “Let’s get some more eggnog as well.” I can see that Sam wants to say something else, but I don’t care. When it comes to Colton, I no longer want to know. I spent far too many of my younger years thinking about him.
“Okay.” She nods as we leave my brother standing there. She looks back at him wistfully, and I ignore it. I think, though I’m too scared to ask, that Isabel has a crush on Sam, but I don’t really want to know. I do not want her to end up with him, as I know he’s the biggest player on this side of Central Park. Along with his best friend and former roommate, Colton. They date so many women that they’re lucky their dicks haven’t fallen off yet.
Technically, I’m unsure if they are sleeping with all the women they take on dates, but I’m sure the number is more than zero. Not that I am going to ask.
“See anyone you like?” I ask and point to a group of guys that are standing next to the food table. I know it’s a stupid question because we can’t actually see anyone, but I need to get her mind off my brother.
“I can’t tell what anyone looks like,” she says as we make our way to the eggnog table. She pours more of the creamy goodness into our cups before grabbing her rum bottle and filling our glasses with the potent brown liquor. “After this, we do tequila shots,” she adds as we click our plastic cups together in cheers. I sip on the beverage this time; the spiked eggnog has already given me a small buzz.
I can feel eyes on me, and I look around furtively to see who’s watching me. It’s the pin-striped guy again. I grin to myself as I deliberately keep my eyes moving, even though I can see him staring at me. It feels thrilling to have someone paying such close attention to me. I down the rest of my drink and start jumping up and down when the low-budget DJ of the party changes the song to Lil John and The Eastside Boyz.
“Let’s get low, baby.” I squeal as Isabel starts dancing as well. I grab her hand, and we start dancing. I can see that we’re attracting a lot of attention now. I guess it’s not every day that two hot girls start busting a move in the middle of a prim-and-proper law firm party. I spin around as Isabel lowers her ass to the floor and jumps up again. I’m happy to see that some other people are now bobbing their heads in time to the music.
I look over to see if my admirer is still staring at me, and he is. His mask is completely covering his face, but I can see he has generous lips. I’m not sure what comes over me, but I dance toward him, strutting my stuff before stopping a few feet away from him, spinning around, and twerking my ass back at him. I spin around again and lick my index finger, and point at him as I continue dancing my ass off. Isabel comes dancing over to me, and she and I dance for a few more minutes before the lights get dimmer and the music changes to Eminem.
There are several people who join us on the makeshift dance floor in the middle of the room now, and I’m laughing as I watch two geeky-looking guys do the robot. Someone hands me a shot glass, and I down it, feeling young, sexy, and happy. I can see that Isabel is also enjoying herself as we dance. A guy grabs her hand and spins her around, and they start dancing. I smile and continue dancing.
Then I feel a pair of strong, warm arms wrap around my waist, and someone starts dancing behind me. He’s tall and muscular, and I’m about to push him away when I see his jacket sleeve. It’s Pin-Striped Suit. I smile to myself as we dance. He’s got rhythm, and he smells good. I feel his hands moving up and down on my waist, and I know I should slap them away, but I don’t. I’m starting to feel turned on.
We’re dancing closer and faster now. I can feel him behind me, and I back my ass up slightly as we dance. He seems to like the teasing because his fingers move up and down, testing their limits now. When I feel his hands brush up against my breasts, I pause slightly. Then they move back against my waist, and we continue dancing. Someone decides to lower the lights even more, and more people join us. We’re now pushed against other people who are taking advantage of the dark to get frisky. His hands lift my top up slightly, and I feel his palms against my bare stomach; his fingers are silky and warm, and I don’t hate the way he’s making me feel.
I close my eyes, enjoying the moment. When he grabs my hips and brings me back toward him, I don’t resist, even when I feel a hardness pressed up against my ass. Fuck! I giggle to myself as I feel him grinding up against me. I should be flustered that this stranger is turned on and letting me feel his hardness, but I’m not. In fact, I’m turned on. He seems to realize this because his fingers are moving upward again. And this time, it’s not a casual brush against my underboob; his fingers move all the way up, and as they come down, he flicks my nipples. My panties are immediately wet. I cannot believe what I’m doing, though I know I’m not going to stop. This is the hottest night I’ve had in years.
We continue dancing, him letting me know just how turned on he is as he grinds against my ass. His palms cup my breasts as we dance, and when he moves them back down, I’m disappointed. Then I feel his fingers lifting my shirt up slightly, and then his fingers are under the material. I bite down on my lip as I feel him pinching my nipples. I’m close to coming, and I can’t believe what I’m doing. He shifts slightly, and I feel him guiding me to the side of the room. I’m not sure what his plan is, but I’m not about to stop him.
Suddenly, we’re next to the wall. I’m about to spin around so I can look into his eyes and possibly take his mask off, but he presses my hands up against the wall and pushes me forward slightly. He then dry humps me from behind as we continue dancing. This man knows how to work his hips as he rubs against me in time to the music. He pulls me back up, and I feel his arms around my waist again, only this time, his fingers slide down into my skirt instead of up. I gasp as they move deftly down into my panties. I hear his gasp as he feels how wet I am. I groan as he rubs my clit.
“Fuck.” He grunts into my ear. It’s the first word he’s said to me, and it’s hot. His voice is husky and tinged with lust.
“Is that what you want to do?” I giggle slightly as I pull his hand out of my panties regretfully. As much as I want this to go further, I cannot risk my brother catching me at his work party. He would kill me. I shift my body so I can spin around. He pins me against the wall as he moves in closer to me.
