Synthan part 3:

He must be doing this on purpose, Nat thought as the guy writhed on the podium. He had been watching the man dance for over an hour now, he didn't know how log his shifts were, but he would wait and talk to the guy. What would he say? He had no idea. What he would do if the guy wasn't into guys? Probably go die in a hole from embarrassment

Now that he thought about it he probably would get rejected. There was no way anyone that good-looking wasn't already in a relation-ship. In the off chance he wasn't, Nat was going to try.

Every so often the man would look his way to check if Nat was still watching. When he noticed Nat was, he would continue to dance. Or have air sex, Nat thought. Suddenly he pictured the man moving and writhing underneath him. Nat quickly shook his head to get rid of the image, but he could feel a heat rising in his face and moving down toward the lower half of his body. He wanted to run as fast as he could to the bathroom, but a new song had started.

Nat had heard this song before, it wasn't really a top 40 hit, but it was popular addition to dance party mixes everywhere. As the huge bass notes of "Turbulence" started coming through, all of the dancers stopped and crouched down on their podiums, moving their arms above and around themselves. When Lil' Jon started to rap, the dancers slowly made their ways to the standing position.

"Ready for take off!" had all the dancers giving a salute. Slowly they lowered their arms and pushed out their chests.

"We Hit Turbulence!" rang out into a silent room, everyone watching the dancers. When the music resumed, the dancers performed a flawless, sexy routine making everyone in the vicinity howl. Nat became even more flushed as he gripped his coke can as if it were life support. He tried to look away from his dancer, (No, he's not mine . . . yet), but it wasn't possible. The way he moved was unbelievable; he looked like a tiny God.

God, God and Jesus and Church and priests and nuns, Nat thought trying to calm himself down. If he was going to talk to the guy he had to be un-aroused. When the song finally finished he started to feel the heat slipping from his body.

As new dancers were replacing the current dancers on the podiums, Nat started to cross the room keeping his eyes on the dancer. He watched as the dancer walked into the chill out area of the club. Nat had to push and squeeze between the tightly nit dancers to get through to the other side. When he finally got to the chill out room he looked for the short man in the crowd. Not finding him, Nat asked one of the other dancers if there was a back exit. There wasn't, Nat let out an exited/nervous breath and leaned against a wall waiting for the angel to come back his way.

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