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With Porter’s ass grinding against the man’s crotch, I moved around behind him, rested my fingertips on his hips, and moved in close. We dry humped him from left to right, swinging back and forth like a pendulum, as Rumpshaker by Wreckx-N-Effect began to play. To the sound of that familiar saxophone, the crowd went wild, and then we were at the center of the pack as the rest of the attendees drunkenly made their way onto the dance floor.

Jill and Ben danced to the right of us. Rose and Nick to the left of us. Nick had his hands up over his head while Rose bent at the waist, rubbing her ass up against him like they were in a real club. It was getting hot and heavy on the dance floor.

A flashback of Cancun hit me, and I remembered Valentino behind me, feeling me up, one hand on my tit while the other found the crease between my pussy and my thigh. Fuck, I missed Valentino. And I was seriously buzzing. The alcohol had hit me hard. Thoughts of my Latin fling made me wet and I realized I was rubbing against this guy too hard, practically trying to get off up against him.

What’s wrong with me?

“What’s your name?” I asked into his ear.

“What?!” he shouted.

“Your name!”

“What?!”

It was of no use. The music was too loud. So I kept dancing. Then I was spinning and dancing some more, grinding up against Ben on the dance floor with Jill behind me. Then Porter and I were dancing with our arms around each other’s neck, laughing our way through the lyrics of H-Town’s Knockin’ Da Boots.

Loser by Beck came on and the whole party sang along.

I met old friends I couldn’t remember, old enemies I could, the hot studs who weren’t hot anymore, the popular bitches who were single mothers desperate for attention now, the guys once considered nerds who were the leaders of industry now, and quite a few people who hadn’t changed a bit.

I’d just finished another drink through a stirrer straw and was leaned up against a wall, trying to steady myself, watching my friends continue to lose themselves in the hits of the ‘90s, when I met Wesley.

“You look exhausted,” his voice called out from behind me.

I turned to see a good looking guy with blond hair combed to the side. He wore an elegant tan suit and polished brown shoes that reflected the laser lights shooting down from the ceiling.

“I am, can you tell the maintenance crew that my air conditioner isn’t as cold as I think it should be,” I said.

“I can tell them if you want,” he said. “I guess.”

“Don’t you work here?”

He laughed.

“You think I work in this hotel?”

Is he fucking with me? This conversation is old already

“I don’t work here,” he added. “But if you’d like, I can tell them to fix your AC.”

I leaned against the wall with my other shoulder so I could focus on him.

“If you don’t work here, then why are you dressed in the hotel uniform?”

He scoffed and held up a sleeve of his suit.

“This is a five-hundred dollar suit,” he said.

He laughed like he couldn’t believe what kind of idiot I was for dissing his threads.

Dissing his threads? What am I, fifteen again? Hell, I didn’t even say that back then. Where did that shit come from?

I ran my fingers over the sleeve of his suit.

“It is a nice suit,” I said. “But next time you should call the hotel in advance and make sure it’s not Tan-Suit-Thursday.”

“It’s Friday,” he reminded me.

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