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Just like that, Bella's swallowed by the sea of hot, writhing, scantily-clad bodies, bouncing and swaying under the flashing lights. I stalk the perimeter of the dance floor, trying to hone in on her location, but the best I can accomplish is an occasional glimpse of an upwardly thrust arm or a flash of wildly tossed brown hair.
A pair of blonde bobbleheads step into my path. "Excuse me," I mutter, politely stepping past them.
"Hey, wanna dance?" one asks on behalf of both, I can only assume.
"Oh, no. Sorry …thanks." I press on.
"Dance?" invites another.
"No. Thanks."
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The third offer is more aggressive. A tall redhead grabs my sleeve and yanks me onto the dance floor without even asking.
I'm so far from interested, I can't even muster a care over it. Plus, I can't see Bella at all from this angle.
I hold up my hands and start to back away with my standard apology, but we've already been pushed to the inside of the pack and I'm trapped.
Noting my partner's eyes are closed as if she's entered some kind of hypnotic trance, I take the opportunity to slip away unnoticed and search for Bella.
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Not surprisingly, I finally locate Alice and Bella at the epicenter of the frenzy. Two hot girls enjoying themselves always make for a popular attraction, but even more so when the dancing is sexy as fuck. And the Alice-Bella coupling most definitely embodies that description.
Individually, either would draw stares, but together, and the way they're touching each other …Fuck Me. I don't have enough artillery in my arsenal to shoot down all the lascivious leers. Hell, the US Army doesn't have enough artillery.
I stand, mute, jostled by the techno worshippers and horny boys, my frustration and anxiety mounting.