She knew that he was there that night. She felt him in every bone in her body. His essence flowed through her blood, making his blood sing to her. She also knew how much he wanted her. How his hard dick pulsed and throbbed and wanted nothing more than to be buried deep inside of her. To his credit, he would have been crazy not to want her that night. That was the whole point of her outfit, after all, to make everyone want her, even though they could never have her. A thin, barely there tank top, leather jeans, and thigh high boots. She'd planned the outfit entirely around him, knowing he went crazy when she wore leather. This night was no different. Despite all of this, there was no way that he could just have her again. No, he had to work for her. She wasn't a consolation prize, and he'd damn well know it by the end of the night. So she danced a little harder, a little sexier, because tonight, she was going to show him what he was missing.