Answer to No-one; Story Two
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Adult +
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The Friend
Authors Note; Names appearing in this story are not real people. If they are, this story was not based on their lives and this is a coincidence. Thank you.
If there is one thing I don't like, it is people at the dance clubs who think they are superior to others because they are thin and muscular and get the guys they want. As far as I am concerned, they are swizzle sticks who would break if you pushed them over.
But that is not what tonight was about. This night was for me to get with someone who had turned me down a while ago. His name is Gordon, and while he is thin and muscular, he isn't condescending.
I arrived at 'Feather and Fly' for a dance and to have my fun. I was running a little late, so I paid the cover charge that come into effect at 11pm, and entered the dance world. I followed my usual routine. One day I will get out of it, but not today. I went to the bar and ordered a soft drink, then took a seat near the pool table in one of the side areas, away from the dance floor. Lighting a cigarette, I watched the guys playing pool. Well, if I'm honest, I watched the game until they came to my side of the table to shoot, in which i looked at their butts. Nice in jeans, those shorts are a no-no and where did you get those pants, they make you look bigger than you are?
Well, I think it is almost dance time. I finish my cigarette and wait for the game to finish. A good song is on. I get on the dance floor, and focus onto the beat. I can dance really well. Hey, all I need is my music, a good dance space and some refreshments, and I am the Lord of the Dance floor. Difference is, I at least share the floor, and don't compare myself to others. Looking into the semi-darkness, I notice people are already watching. All I'm wearing is a tight vest and black jeans, and I think they look good together. The song ends and I am already starting to sweat. Another good active song. Looking again, a flash of the lights hits someone and i think i know them. But it wasn't long enough for me to be sure. I ignore it. I turn, move my hips, and then bend to the floor and up again. I love to use my butt to get a guys attention. It is so simple.
The song ends and a slow Kylie comes on. I am sweating heavily now. I turn to leave when a hand grabs mine and stops me. Looking back, I find I was right. Gordon was here. He looks me in the eyes and I look back.
“Care to dance?” He offered. Such a gentleman. I need one in my life again.
“Well, well, Gordon Tyhone. What an unexpected surprise. I'd be delighted.” I swung around slightly and we took a waltz position. I felt silly, but if people have a problem, they can stick it.
“Well, Terry, what brings you to this little club?” He was asking me? So many people here know me and he is asking me what I am doing here?
“Just having my fun.” A true yet unspecific answer. He should know what I mean.
“Ah, you and your fun. Teasing men with your butt and dancing with the people who offer?” He is good.
“Well, sorta true. Some people I don't dance with because I hate them, even if they are seriously cute and funny and deliciously yummy.” As I said, those swizzle sticks can keep their hands off if they think I'm going for them.
“Well, I think you have changed a bit since we saw each other last.” That was unexpected.
“You think so?” I seriously didn't expect him to say that.
“I remember once you would take anyone who would have you.” Why he said that I don't want to know. Truth or not, I really didn't need to hear it.
“Well, maybe being on my own has taught me to be me and not someones something.” The song ended, and before I knew it, he started kissing my neck. He was holding me very close. Gordon was kissing me?
“Umm, babe?” I called to him. He looked up at me. “I thought you didn't want me. You nearly hit me when I asked you last time.”
“Things change.” I raised both eyebrows.
“Well then you no need to prove you've changed.” I told him.
“What? How?” He had let me go. I smiled.
“Well, be yourself and I will tell you.” What I wanted was for Gordon to not be so afraid. He never danced on his own, he never did anything daring. So if he could change that, I'd take him home.
As the night progressed, Gordon did do what I hoped he would. He came behind me around three in the morning, and hugged me.
“What can I do for you?” I asked.
“Drop your pants, pass the lube and bend over?” He said this in a softer tone than usual.
“Not for you baby cakes.” I told him in a teasing note. “I answer to no-one, and if they don't answer to me, big deal.”
“Suppose I should do something to tempt you.” He said. He moved my hand and put it on his dick. My god! His cock was only two layers of material away from my fingers.
“I hope you're a good bitch as well as a tease.” I said. I turned and kissed him full on the lips. “Because you're coming with me.” Without argument, I took Gordon out to my car.
If there is one thing I don't like, it is people at the dance clubs who think they are superior to others because they are thin and muscular and get the guys they want. As far as I am concerned, they are swizzle sticks who would break if you pushed them over.
But that is not what tonight was about. This night was for me to get with someone who had turned me down a while ago. His name is Gordon, and while he is thin and muscular, he isn't condescending.
I arrived at 'Feather and Fly' for a dance and to have my fun. I was running a little late, so I paid the cover charge that come into effect at 11pm, and entered the dance world. I followed my usual routine. One day I will get out of it, but not today. I went to the bar and ordered a soft drink, then took a seat near the pool table in one of the side areas, away from the dance floor. Lighting a cigarette, I watched the guys playing pool. Well, if I'm honest, I watched the game until they came to my side of the table to shoot, in which i looked at their butts. Nice in jeans, those shorts are a no-no and where did you get those pants, they make you look bigger than you are?
Well, I think it is almost dance time. I finish my cigarette and wait for the game to finish. A good song is on. I get on the dance floor, and focus onto the beat. I can dance really well. Hey, all I need is my music, a good dance space and some refreshments, and I am the Lord of the Dance floor. Difference is, I at least share the floor, and don't compare myself to others. Looking into the semi-darkness, I notice people are already watching. All I'm wearing is a tight vest and black jeans, and I think they look good together. The song ends and I am already starting to sweat. Another good active song. Looking again, a flash of the lights hits someone and i think i know them. But it wasn't long enough for me to be sure. I ignore it. I turn, move my hips, and then bend to the floor and up again. I love to use my butt to get a guys attention. It is so simple.
The song ends and a slow Kylie comes on. I am sweating heavily now. I turn to leave when a hand grabs mine and stops me. Looking back, I find I was right. Gordon was here. He looks me in the eyes and I look back.
“Care to dance?” He offered. Such a gentleman. I need one in my life again.
“Well, well, Gordon Tyhone. What an unexpected surprise. I'd be delighted.” I swung around slightly and we took a waltz position. I felt silly, but if people have a problem, they can stick it.
“Well, Terry, what brings you to this little club?” He was asking me? So many people here know me and he is asking me what I am doing here?
“Just having my fun.” A true yet unspecific answer. He should know what I mean.
“Ah, you and your fun. Teasing men with your butt and dancing with the people who offer?” He is good.
“Well, sorta true. Some people I don't dance with because I hate them, even if they are seriously cute and funny and deliciously yummy.” As I said, those swizzle sticks can keep their hands off if they think I'm going for them.
“Well, I think you have changed a bit since we saw each other last.” That was unexpected.
“You think so?” I seriously didn't expect him to say that.
“I remember once you would take anyone who would have you.” Why he said that I don't want to know. Truth or not, I really didn't need to hear it.
“Well, maybe being on my own has taught me to be me and not someones something.” The song ended, and before I knew it, he started kissing my neck. He was holding me very close. Gordon was kissing me?
“Umm, babe?” I called to him. He looked up at me. “I thought you didn't want me. You nearly hit me when I asked you last time.”
“Things change.” I raised both eyebrows.
“Well then you no need to prove you've changed.” I told him.
“What? How?” He had let me go. I smiled.
“Well, be yourself and I will tell you.” What I wanted was for Gordon to not be so afraid. He never danced on his own, he never did anything daring. So if he could change that, I'd take him home.
As the night progressed, Gordon did do what I hoped he would. He came behind me around three in the morning, and hugged me.
“What can I do for you?” I asked.
“Drop your pants, pass the lube and bend over?” He said this in a softer tone than usual.
“Not for you baby cakes.” I told him in a teasing note. “I answer to no-one, and if they don't answer to me, big deal.”
“Suppose I should do something to tempt you.” He said. He moved my hand and put it on his dick. My god! His cock was only two layers of material away from my fingers.
“I hope you're a good bitch as well as a tease.” I said. I turned and kissed him full on the lips. “Because you're coming with me.” Without argument, I took Gordon out to my car.