Page 22 of Stanton Adore

I continue to dance, occasionally looking in the mirror to see if he is still there. He’s more than still there, he’s staring at me from behind. I can feel the heat from his penetrating gaze. Even as he drinks, his eyes don’t leave me. I feel like the prey being hunted. Boy, I wish he was hunting me. Not in the plan, Natasha, remember, just prick teasing. Nothing more.

Adrian and Ben are talking to him but he’s not answering, he just keeps staring at me, occasionally nodding. My god, he’s beautiful. He’s undressing me with his eyes, and I love it, I wish it were for real. Ben turns to look at me and says something to Adrian and Adrian turns to look at me too. Shit, they are talking about me. Joshua says something and Ben smiles and rubs his arm. Huh, what did Josh say that would earn him a sympathy rub? Suddenly, I’m bumped from behind. I stumble forward into Bridget and grab her arms for support.

“Ooh sorry.” A short bald guy smiles.

“It’s OK,” Bridget answers, nodding and smiling. He seems harmless enough. For some reason though, he sees that as an open invitation to dance with us. His dancing style is Saturday Night Fever gone wrong. His arms are flying all over the place and he’s sweating up a treat. His buttons on his shirt are so stretched they might pop any minute. He’s a close dancer. Oh jeez, I hate those. The song changes to ‘SexyBack’ by Justin Timberlake and he really turns up the heat, getting closer and closer. I look to Bridge to find the bitch giggling and shaking her head. I pull wide eyes at her and she shakes her head. Oh no, what’s he doing now? Shit. He’s circling me doing maraca hands—this is beyond the pale. Oh god, he’s standing behind me doing peekaboo over each of my shoulders. Bridget is full laughing now and so am I. This guy is a freak.

Some idiot has moved into my mirror image of Mr. Stanton, so he is temporarily out of my line of vision. I hope he is not watching this. The guy dances around to the front of me again and leans in, and I instinctively lean back. He stinks of body odor and I pull a disgusted face to Bridget who just keeps giggling with her head down. Even she’s embarrassed by this spectacle of a man.

“What’s your name, pretty lady?” he says while he rolls his hips, obviously trying to be sexy.

Huh, what the? Oh, buzz off, baldy. I’m trying to prick tease here and you’re cramping my style. I smile, shake my head and hold my hand up to Bridge to signify getting a drink, and she nods in relief. We make it to the bar in a fit of giggles. Joshua is talking to Ben and another man I don’t know, and Adrian is standing alone. We get our drinks and amble over to him.

“What’s so funny?” he asks over his wineglass.

I shake my head and Bridget smiles. “Natasha is the ultimate dance floor idiot magnet.” I shake my head and throw a piece of ice at her. “Shut up.” I giggle.

“No, seriously, Adrian, you have no idea.” She puts her hand on his forearm. “Every time we are out Natasha gets some crazy disaster stalking her on the dance floor.”

Adrian rolls his eyes at her. “I’m sure she gets some pretty hot ones as well.”

I smile at him. Adrian’s gay.

“Yeah, she does, she’s a guy magnet.”

“Shut up, I am not,” I stammer.

“Are too,” she giggles into her glass.

“No one that matters.” I smile.

“Oh really?” Adrian smiles at me and raises his eyebrows. “So, who matters?” My eyes fly to him and I take a gulp of my champagne, and he gives me a cheeky smile and a wink. He knows exactly what he’s doing, he is trying to find out info. He very slowly looks at Josh, so my eyes follow his line of vision. I look up and see Joshua staring at me. Bridget is right, he is looking at me like he wants to eat me. I glance back to Adrian who winks at me and raises his champagne glass. I look to the ground and smile self-consciously. I think he knows everything. Oh crap, I hope he doesn’t know everything. But why would Josh tell him? It was so long ago, unless he’s affected like me? Maybe he’s embarrassed. I can’t help but like Adrian. He’s a cheeky son of a bitch though, fancy milking me for info. I don’t know what to say next without revealing anything and a dance track comes on that I love, so I grab both Adrian and Bridge by the hands. “Come on, we’re dancing.”

Oh boy, I’m feeling very tipsy. The champagne is going to my head big-time. Stop drinking, Tash, I chastise myself. Adrian is a great dancer—I don’t know why I didn’t see it before. He is so obviously gay. Way too beautiful to be hetero. Josh is still watching me like a predator. I feel like I’m on the Discovery Channel. Every now and then I watch his tongue lick his bottom lip and I’m finding it very difficult not to dance slutty, when all I really want to do is walk over and dry hump his leg. Getting lost in the alcohol fog.

I start to lose my inhibitions and dance freely. I run both of my hands from my breasts down my sides to my behind and circle it slowly, while I watch him in the mirror. Direct hit. Josh tenses his jaw and cracks his neck to the left—he’s aroused. It seems I’m not the only one who is quickly losing my inhibitions. The song finishes and Rihanna’s voice rings out with her song “Shine bright like a diamond”.

Oohh, I love this song. Suddenly, Joshua cuts through the circle, grabs my hand and pulls me into the back corner.

“We’re dancing,” he snaps, and he turns around while still pulling me by the hand and my body slams into his, oh shit.

“Shine bright like a diamond”

He turns me quickly so that his back is to the crowd. He’s a lot taller than me so I am totally shielded from everybody.

“Fine lights in the beautiful sea,

I choose to be happy.

You and I, you and I,

we’re like diamonds in the sky”.

He places his hands on my behind and pulls me close to him, his eyes not leaving mine. I’m like putty in his dominant hands. I tentatively put my hands around his neck, unable to breath, unable to look away from his searing stare. We move our hips slowly in sync to the rhythmic beat, and my heart is about to jump from my chest. He pulls his hands tighter into me, pulling me against his large erection. His gaze drops down to my breasts that are pushed up against his chest and he looks back up into my eyes, giving me the best come-fuck-me look I have ever seen. Instinctively my eyes close, as his breathing too has come to a halt.

Dear god. He smells divine.

So, shine bright tonight you and I,