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“We steppin' out, Czennies tell us right (Tell us right)
Hot like the sun (Yeah), we are a little excited (Hot, hot)
Wow, I missed you, an unexpected curve (Curve, curve)
Unzip it and drop it, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Drop it, drop it”

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’s favourite club was packed that night. When had suggested they go out to celebrate their new project, there wasn’t even a question of where they’d go – the usual haunt of the girls who worked for the company would always be The Eclipse. But for a Tuesday night, it was awfully crowded, and, for a moment, considered suggesting going somewhere else.
It was just her and her best friend, after all, none of the others having a valid reason to go partying on a weekday, and was very likely to agree. Judging by the look on the beautiful woman’s face, thought her friend was almost about to suggest the same thing. But just then their friend the bouncer spotted the two in the line, wearing revealing dresses against the chill, and waved them over.

— Bit early for your usual partying, isn’t it, girls? — he teased, opening the door against the protest of the others in line behind them. — Rumor has it some famous bloke’s inside. All these people are here for him.

Looking at with a raised eyebrow, shrugged. — We’re celebrating, my friend. Famous bloke or not, we’re here to dance and drink.
He laughed, ushering them inside. — That’s the spirit! Have fun!
blew him a kiss and locked her arm with ’s, dragging her through the familiar path of corridor until they entered the club itself. The loud music made ’s ears ring, some mixture of pop and EDM. It was horrifying and far from the usual fare she usually enjoyed in her weekend visits, but it was her own fault. The club advertised that it played different genres in different days, after all, and she had known that and still decided to come.
Reading the look in ’s face, the other woman laughed a little, leaning in to whisper in her ear.

— You know, we’re gonna get so drunk that even this screech they call music will sound sweet to us — was almost screaming to be heard, so loud it was in there, but heard her anyway and snickered in agreement.

— The bar is right over there — the dark-haired woman shouted back, switching their positions to drag to the crowded bar.

There were so many people that it took long minutes for them to even be able to approach the counter, much less order. The crowd wasn’t their usual one either, far too overdressed women outnumbering the preppy dressed young men, sipping highly overpriced drinks as they looked around in what they probably thought to be subtle.
They were, was sure, looking for something. Or someone, more accurately, considering what the bouncer had told them. There were also photographers too, lurking around and trying to fit in – but only succeeding in sticking out like sore thumbs in the crowd. All in all, it wasn’t ’s scene at all and if their usual bartender hadn’t stopped by their corner of the counter at that very same moment, she’d have been tempted – for the second time that night – to suggest going somewhere else.
— , — Soy smiled at them, all white teeth and pink lips, her blonde hair piled up on top of her head like always. — Didn’t peg you for the fangirl types. The usual?

Snorting, rolled her eyes and left to answer after nodding in response to Soy’s question.

— We aren’t. and I were selected to head this new project that will be a very nice addition to our careers. So, we’re going to celebrate — she grinned, leaning against the counter and taking a sip of the martini Soy slid towards her. — Who’s this famous one we keep hearing about? I mean- I haven’t seen people this worked up in a very long time.

If wasn’t mistaken, the last time was during the end of the year party for their company, when the owner’s daughter took her actor boyfriend as her plus one. The drama had been twofold, of course. Meeting a handsome, famous actor that they’d never really see otherwise...and see how the young woman in his arm would react when showing her new beau to her many lovers that happened to work for the company and would be in attendance.
That had been a very entertaining night. This one, on the other hand, had the potential to irritate very fast if she didn’t have something to distract her from the crowd.

— Right? It’s so annoying, they are acting as if this some sort of upscale speakeasy instead of a mid-range club — ’s drink took a longer time to mix, but soon enough Soy was handing her the glass. — It’s one of those idol types. He’s here with a few friends, in the VIP area upstairs. Cleared out the whole place too.

scrunched up her nose, sipping her drink again. Not because the bloke wasn’t the kind of famous she would’ve recognised – or maybe even wished for. No, but because she didn’t see any fun in emptying out an entire floor to sit and drink with half a dozen friends. Why not stay home, then? Clubs were meant for dancing, grinding against strangers after drinking copious amounts of questionable alcohol. Rich people and their eccentricities.

— I wish them good luck — it was who spoke up, having drained her drink at once, already handing the glass to Soy for another one. — But I’m not here to drool over some pretty boy with a nice voice. I’m here to dance. Come on, .
Taking her new drink, she smirked and pulled by the hand, playfully. Laughing, finished off her drink and let herself be pulled towards the dance floor, waving at Soy. The bartender laughed at them and waved them off, already moving to serve someone else who’d taken their empty space at the bar.
It was easy to lose herself in the rhythm, with a bit of alcohol in her veins and ’s sudden, contagious enthusiasm. The beat was less than ideal but the crowd helped, somehow hyped up by it. Instead of focusing on the music itself, let everyone around her be the guide and it worked.
Before long, she was dancing with abandon, long hair sticking to her sweaty neck, the slinky dress riding up her thighs with every move. At some point, was dancing with a handsome, if generic Harvard-law type bloke. His chest was firm as she pressed her back against it and his arms dwarfed her small waist when they wrapped around it. moved, body brushing against his own, sensually swaying with the beat, head thrown back to rest against his shoulders. He tried to kiss her, starting on her neck and jaw but steadily making his way to ’s blood red lips, but she wasn’t exactly feeling it, turning her head before he could reach and stepping away.
She didn’t know if the bloke reached out for her, trying to bring her back, because the crowd was quicker to swallow her than they had been to part ways, separating from but also shielding her from the now unwanted company of the handsome stranger. She wasn’t exactly worried, really. Her friend was a big girl and neither of them had drunk more than a little bit. More than that, the staff of the club knew them well and if they needed help, it would be on hand. was going to focus on keeping having fun and she was sure that would do that too.
It didn’t take much for her to be dancing again, this time with a couple girls that seemed more than a little drunk but were pretty enough and good company enough that didn’t care much. They laughed and danced and tried to imitate steps of famous songs that had nothing to do with the music that was playing. It was fun and everything needed that night, everything she wanted to let go.
If she could’ve seen herself how others did, she’d have noticed how deeply sensual she looked in the way she moved, the thin straps of her red dress sliding off her delicate shoulders, only to be moved back again by a barely conscious move. Her neck and collarbones shimmered under the strobing lights with a light sheen of sweat and glitter that she somehow managed to get on her skin. looked like sin, hair falling loose from the messy bun she had put up, sticking to her in an almost obscene way as she danced, hips moved hypnotically and drawing attention to her narrow waist.
But didn’t notice any of it, since she couldn’t see herself and wouldn’t have recognised it as anything but common place if she had. It wasn’t the kind of thing she’d ever think of herself, even if the woman could identify it in others that were, just like her, surrendering themselves to the heavy atmosphere of the club.
She wasn’t sure how much time had passed since her changing dancing parners when she realised someone had stepped in front of her, cutting off the two girls and essentially placing themselves as her new dance partner. The women, for their part, didn’t seem to be bothered by that and kept dancing, turning around until they found someone else to dance with. And when looked up- well, it wasn’t a bad trade after all.
The newcomer stranger was tall, so much taller than her that had to look up to see his face. And what a face it was. Even under the uncertain lights of the club, could see the marked, sharp features that made up a handsome face. Not the most conventionally beautiful one, true, but that only worked in his favour – in ’s humble opinion.
More than that- God, his smile. He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t need to, the huge hand pulling her close by the waist conveying more than any words could. went willingly, pressing up against his chest, their bodies melding together as they kept moving, a beat slower and too sensual for the music that was playing. The man’s free hand came to cup ’s jaw, tilting her head up as his own leaned down, lips brushing against her ear.

— I’ve been watching you — he half shouted, half whispered in that way you could only do at a club. — You’re gorgeous.

The words made smile, languid and slow as she turned her head slightly to brush against his own jaw, even as she said nothing. It drew a rumbling laughing from within his chest, powerful enough to make her body vibrate slightly.

— I’m — he introduced himself simply, just like that, arm pulling even closer.

Her perky breasts were pressed up against him enough that he had to feel it, even between the two layers of fabric between them. That, as well as ’s heavy, wet breath against her neck, made feel like her body was on fire. It wasn’t unusual for her to be turned on when held so intimately by a handsome man- but it was rarely so intense, so fast. had to give it to this , really. He had some sort of magnetism that was hard to resist.
And didn’t want to resist.
They kept dancing like that, indecently close, bodies rubbing against each other in a way that was barely fit for public places like that. Not that anyone was looking, too busy in their own little bubbles of music and alcohol. But and were both very sober, drunk only in the tension and heat brewing between them. She could feel his hand burning over the fabric of her dress, firmly and possessively set on the small of her back, keeping her flush against him.
Not that would’ve wanted to go anywhere else. Their heaving breaths mingled even as they very pointedly didn’t kiss, mouths exploring damp, salty skin, kissing and licking and nipping, but they never met in the way they were both thirsting for. It was as if they had mutually decided on teasing each other until one broke and neither was willing to be the first.
wasn’t the only one to be affected, though. She could feel just how affected was, right against her stomach. It had made her smirk, at first, moving against the growing erection to provoke him. But then it kept growing and she was both very curious and faintly horrified.

— You’re really that happy to see me? — something in ’s breathless, half shouted words gave her away to , who chuckled and nipped at her ear.
— Wanna find out? — it was a challenge of sorts, but also a curious question. It seemed like wasn’t certain of ’s answer and that, more than anything, cemented her decision.

She didn’t reply with words, though. One of her small hands trailed down ’s firm chest, to brush against the growing bulge in his pants, drawing a hiss from the man.
He took that as a permission to lead her to the back of the club, away from the dancing floor and towards the dimly lit couches and tables that were supposedly meant for people to rest and talk, somewhere a bit further from the loud music and the blinding lights. In reality, knew that it was mostly used by people who, like her and , wanted a bit of privacy.
moved to her back, wrapped around her, lips lavishing her neck with wet kisses, as if tasting the skin. — What are you gonna do with it, babe?
Laughing, turned her head slightly, brushing their lips together for the first time. — I’ve got a few ideas in my mind. But I'll make you work for it.

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“Work it
I wanna see you dance, dance (Woo)
I wanna see you dance
Work it
I wanna see you dance, dance (Oh, yeah)
I wanna see you dance
Work it”

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WHATSAPP

hey

last night was amazing

you were amazing

sorry i had to run, work called and i was already late

left you some coffee

uh, ? are you wearing a blue skirt in the lobby of COEX? with a group?

well, fuck

i guess you’ll see soon enough

for what’s worth, i'm sorry?

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“What you gon', what you gon' do wit' it?
I wanna see you dance, dance
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I wanna see you dance
Work it
What you gonna, what you gonna do with me?
I wanna see you dance, dance (Oh, yeah)
Work it, work it
I wanna see you dance
Work it”

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fin.

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Nota da autora: I don’t know what happened here, do you? If you like it, drop me a comment, yeah? <3 I have a (legal) reason for not including the scene that was surely expected of me, but it might come sometime. Somewhere. Maybe.





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