Carol's insides hummed as she excused herself to use the restroom. She washed her hands as she thought about what the ladies had said in regards to the dancer who had caught her eye. There was something about the way he moved while watching her that she couldn't seem to shake. Taking a few deep breaths, she made her way back to the table. The ladies all turned to Tara as she stood up. "I want to thank you ladies for going out with me tonight to celebrate my last days as a single lady. You are the best friends I could have and honestly, I can appreciate a sexy firefighter as much as the next lady, but one who could handle his hose, would be even better! Here's hoping your fires are put out soon, you crazy bitches!"
They hollered in response to what she said as the lights began to dim down and the music began. Over the next twenty minutes each of the guys came out to their own song while the ladies continued to scream and throw money on the stage. Carol enjoyed watching her friends carry on like fools as the man of their dreams danced for them. She found herself becoming impatient as she kept hoping Daryl would be the next out on the stage. Since this was a show set up for charity, it didn't run the way your usual show did. Each man had his own moment and then they did another song together at the end.
Her attention was drawn to the stage when Daryl walked out with a chair and sat down. He was dressed in a black leather jacket with a black t-shirt and blue jeans. The jeans had rips in all the right places and the black leather boots he was wearing heated her insides. He caught her eyes as the song started and she thought she was going to combust. Slow Ride by Foghat began to play as he stood up and swung the chair around so he could straddle it. He smiled as he began to thrust towards the chair before he swung his leg back over and began to walk towards her. He wiggled his finger in a come here motion and she felt herself flush. She stood up as he took his jacket off and flung it towards the back of the stage. The ladies went wild as he held out a hand to her inviting her up. Grasping his hand, her friends went crazy whooping and yelling as he took her to the chair and sat her down. He began to straddle her as he sang, "Slow ride, take it easy. I'm in the mood, the rhythm is right, move to the music, we can roll all night." His hands held the back of the chair as he rolled his hips towards her before stepping back and ripping his shirt off. They maintained eye contact as he slowly turned around and bent over right in front of her. She was stunned by the perfection of his ass and had struggled not to reach out and squeeze it. He swayed as he stood back up before he turned and faced her again.
No longer able to contain herself, she reached out to touch his chest. His muscles felt hard and smooth under her hands as he stood her up and tossed the chair to the side. He pulled her to him briefly before twirling her so she ended up in front of him. Moving forward, he slid up behind her and was surprised at how well their bodies fit together. Startled for a moment by their contact, he slipped back into the role as he wrapped his arms around her and led both of them in a hip roll that took her breath away. The final chorus began as he spun her to face him and pressed them together. He cupped her face and brought it close to his and because of the sheer volume of noise he yelled, "Please wait for me after the show. I need to know who you are." Looking into her stunning blue eyes, she simply shook her head and yelled back, "OK!"
He smiled as he thrust against her twice more before leading her back to the stairs and down to her friends as the song began to wind down. She found her seat just in time to see him drop to the floor, hump it a few times and roll up ending on his knees. When the lights went down, the place went up for grabs. Money showered the stage as he stood up and began to collect it. He winked at her and left out the back of the stage as the assistants finished gathering the rest of what had been thrown up there.
She looked at her friends as they stared in silence. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?"
Maggie looked at her and answered, "I felt like I was stepping into a private moment between the two of you. Holy shit that was hot!"
Blushing, she said, "Oh, come on, it wasn't like that."
Rosita threw her hands up, swirling them around, yelling, "Sexual chemistry. Overflowing. Everywhere!"
She saw the rest of them nod in agreement as the music started up for the group's final song. It played in the background as Tara's friend, Eugene walked out in his fire fighter uniform. "Thank you all for coming tonight. We have raised a lot of money for the families of our fallen firefighters which is what our goal was. I am not going to keep you any longer as I know you ladies would rather see dancing than talking. Without further ado, the men of house 501!" He walked off as the music got louder and the guys came out. They started their routine as Carol found Daryl watching her while he was dancing. She could feel herself locking into whatever was going on between the two of them.
The show ended and the club cleared out while Tara introduced all of her friends to Eugene. "Thanks again for setting me and my ladies up to come and see your coworkers, Eug. Those are some hot dudes and my ladies are all quite smitten right now."
He laughed as he said, "The guys definitely noticed this table, I promise you that. Here they are now." The men came out to the main room and introductions were made. It only took a moment for conversations to start up between the couples.
Carol held her breath as Daryl walked up to her smiling and held out his hand. "Hi, I am Daryl Dixon and you are?"
"Carol Peletier, nice to meet you," she said as he lifted her hand and kissed the back of it. She felt a jolt of attraction shoot through her as he held her hand.
"The pleasure is all mine, believe me."