*In DJ voice* This one goes out to Rob, who has reportedly offered unlimited babysitting to Reese Witherspoon's new baby. Maybe baysitterward is where it's really at...?

Ok— hope you go fir a bit of Gaga...

Chapter 20: Exhibitions and Love games(BPOV)

In the words of Beyonce, one of my singers of choice, and her old group mates, Destiny's Child, the club was indeed "jumping, jumping"

Edward glanced up at the ceiling.

"Mirror balls? Really?Rad! " he was not impressed.

"Hey! Don't hate the sparkle! They add a nice touch. Besides, you fail to take into account your mirror balls, which I'm quite fond of...and your disco stick..."

He shook his head, amused.

We found seats in a corner booth, me with a coke, which had sneaky splash of Bacardi in it, Edward with his whiskey. Whenever he drank that stuff straight, it reminded me I was with a real man, and brought back memories of the night we were first together—the taste, the smell all inviting me to have his whiskey mouth all over, down South. And speaking of Lady Gaga's graphic lyrics...

"Let's have some fun, this beat is sick..."

"Oh, we have to!" I told him, after our discussion on entering the establishment. I took his hand, egging him onto get on the floor...

"Can't dance, won't dance." He wasn't having any of it.

I pulled out the big guns, or rather the not too big guns, pushing my chest out towards him. " I could always make you"

"Ooooo I'm scared..." he stared at my chest. "Terrified..." He clucked his tongue.

I turned to take to the dance floor alone, but he followed, just like I knew he would; he always followed me in the end...

As we pushed through the crowds, hand in hand, to the dance floor, I caught sight of my boys. Well, they used to be my boys, before the Paul-Edward incident. Was Paul here?

I couldn't see him. But his friends could see me. And they could talk to him. I suddenly felt the urge to show them, along with everybody else around us how much I had scored with Edward, even if I'd had to sacrifice their so-called friendship in the process. I hadn't really lost; you don't lose when you lose fake friends...but I could win at life by flaunting Edward in front of them, the bonus being getting him all hot and bothered for home time...

It was time to take part in one of my own personal favorite all time games: seduction by lyrics. Watch and learn, people, watch and learn. This is a pro in action...

The verse to the song had kicked in by the time we had a space on the floor:

"I wanna kiss you" I stepped up onto my tip toes and smacked one right on Edward's lips. Simples.

"It's complicated and stupid..." It so was...

"Got my ass squeezed by sexy cupid..." I situated Edward's hands on my robust butt, giving the green light for him to squeeze away...

"...Just wanna touch you for a minute..." I moved my hands down his hot chest.

And then the chorus:

"...I wanna take a ride on your disco stick..." Checking my spectators were still with me, I turned round, grinding my robust butt against Edward's disco stick.

I didn't even get to the golden lyrics of the second verse— so much potential, before Edward broke.

He brought his lips to my ear.

"Well, you were right— clubbing has been fun..."

"Has been? Where are we going?"

"Back to mine. My disco stick is boarding passengers..."

We made our way off the other side of the dance floor to find that my ex friends hadn't been the only exes spectating. We bumped right into a rather sauced Tanya, who was sporting a leather top: mutton dressed as lamb much? The top criss-crossed over a push- up bra which her big boobs were being boldly supported upright by. She herself was being supported in an upright position by Sam... and Quil... apparently, she hadn't yet realized that three's a crowd...

Some of you thought Sam, some of you thought Quil. Well, you were all right Shocker! Have you got a favorite song to seduce by? x