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Lincoln clasps my hand as we make our way through the sea of dancers. He waves to the left and right of us, shaking hands with people as we pass. A few of the guys pat his face playfully and mess up his hair, acknowledging his new look. He appears to know everyone. He has to drag me through the crowd of hot bodies, because with each step I can’t believe what I am seeing.
Dancing. Erotic dancing. Well, it’s not, but it looks like everyone is having sex on the dance floor as they all writhe against one another. Is it salsa? Holy hell, is this what Lincoln wants me to do?
For someone who has only lived here a few months, he knows his way around better than me and I have lived here all my life.
I didn’t know this place existed.
I slow down to get a better look at the sexy couples. A brief tug of my hand is a reminder to keep walking.
The music is so loud, making the liquid in the bottles behind the bar jump around. The swirl of the exotic music, the maracas, the high-pitched guitar, the easy tempo of the congas, it’s an energetic cocktail of sounds, and I can feel my hips automatically wanting to join in.
The entire club is clad in raw wood, pieced together with rusty nails. Exposed silver-foiled air-conditioning pipes, copper piping, and lighting cables run along the ceiling. Every make shift light is covered in a thin film of red or orange, making the cozy club look warmer and deeply sensual. Unique brightly colored abstract paintings hang in every recess on the wall, and along one side of the club, deep-red leather semicircle seating is filled to capacity with cheerful people all shouting at each other above the soulful music.
A wow leaves my mouth.
“You like?” Lincoln shouts in my ear.
“I love. Do I have to dance like that?” I point to the sexy gyrating couple in front of us. She’s entranced as she bumps her hips against her partner’s. She raises one of her legs, locking it around his hips. He bends her back, glides her around in a semicircle while her head is upside down, then pulls her back to him, her leg still looped around his waist. They face each other and begin hip bumping again. His hand disappears under her floaty skirt, and I’m pretty sure he is holding on to her bare ass cheek. That looks like fun and it’s hot as hell.
I should have worn a skirt.
“Do you want to dance like that?” Lincoln breaks me from my perving session.
“This place is full of really sexy people.” I bite my lip and look around.
“I know. That’s why I brought you; you fit right in.” Lincoln leans down and taps a small kiss on my lips. We’ve finally opened the dam. I never want him to stop kissing me.
I also want to point at him and tell everyone I’m with him. He’s utterly gorgeous.
“Can you dance like them?” I feel stupid asking. He’s a member here; he must be able to.
Ooooh, I don’t want him dancing with another woman, doing that. I want it to be me.
“Yes. Three years ago I never used to be able to but my stepmom is a dance teacher and we run dance retreats at the hotel three times a year. You’ve got to know your service to sell it. I’m not great at traditional ballroom dancing, but I can dance the salsa and kizomba. I used to do online hip hop classes too when I was in my teens. I’m self taught though.”
“Right.” And I have no idea what kizomba is. “A retreat just like Dirty Dancing?” Sounds like fun.
He nods his head and smiles. “I can teach you.”
I summon a small, “Okay.”
It’s been a day of firsts for me, first telling a complete stranger my sister hates me and that I have never been in love, then I was thrown off of a thirty-foot pole by said stranger, then I told that stranger spanking was a first-time date experience and now I am gonna filthy dance with that stranger in front of all these beautiful people. “I’m a little clumsy.”
“I got you. Would you like a soft or alcoholic drink? I was thinking of leaving my car. I can get it tomorrow.”
“Tequila.” I need bravery juice.
Lincoln laughs, then swings around to face the bar to place our order. Like a magnet, I turn back around. I want to watch these beautiful people dance, to learn how.
The music has slowed down and every couple seems to be on the dance floor, fucking each other. Oops, I mean dancing. It’s like a sexy, decadent cocktail.
Glistening bodies shine under the low lighting, hands on hips, arms, back, behinds as they all move in time to the music but are lost in each other in their own bubble.
My eyes lock on a couple to the left of me. She bends her head back, inviting her partner to touch her. He accepts by running his hand from behind her neck, down between her cleavage, skimming it across her stomach, then he wraps his arm around her tiny waist and pulls her closer to his hips.
I want that to be me and Lincoln. I want him to touch me like that.
I’m so turned on.
