The first time I saw her she was on the dance floor alone. I had only been in the DJ booth for about twenty minutes when she broke away from her friends and started dancing. She looked like she had formal training. Her muscular legs and small upper body suggested she was an athlete, but the firm juicy ass she carried and the way she took command of the floor took away any doubts.
Our eyes met a few times when I dropped songs she liked and each time she rewarded me with a smile. Then she threw herself back into her dance. The dance floor was packed but no one in the club could keep up with her. Guys gave up trying to push up on her ass and took in the view instead.
After a while I lost her in the darkness and the throng on the floor. I went back to focusing on the music. A lot of hot girls came into this club. As the DJ, I rarely got anything more than a smile or an annoying request from them. I forgot about the dancer and lost myself in the music.
It was 2 AM when I felt someone pull on my arm. I glanced over, ready to ignore the drunken request. I was surprised to see the dancer standing by the booth. She looked even better close up. Her dress was low cut and I could see her chest heaving from exertion, her cleavage was moist with sweat. Her eyes were hazy from the alcohol, but they were still big, brown and bright. Her lips looked very inviting, even though she was pouting.
I leaned in close to her. The music was so loud that this was the only way I could hear her. There was a sweet smell in her hair like strawberries. It actually blended well with the tequila on her breath. I asked "What's wrong?" wondering what song she was going to beg to hear.
She put her hand on my shoulder and I could feel the heat from her skin. "I need a place to sit. Can I hang out with you?" I was about to say no. But she squeezed my shoulder and pressed her damp breast against me. I opened the door and let her in.
She slinked into the corner toward the only chair in the small booth. I thought she was going to sit down, but she pushed her back against the wall and slid down until she was squatting on the floor next to it. I shook my head and smiled. I pegged her as just another girl who can't hold her liquor. A lot of them came into the club too. I went back to the music, willing to let her sleep it off.
At 4 AM I touched her shoulder. The club was closing and I was ready to go home. I was hungry, my feet hurt and I wasn't really in the mood to be polite. "Hey. The party's over. You don't have to go home, but you can't stay here."
She woke up slowly, looking around in confusion and tugging her dress back into place. I don't think she remembered coming into the booth. Her eyes were annoyed and agitated when she looked up at me. "What time is it?" I told her.
"Shit" was her response. "Did my friends come looking for me?" I told her they didn't.
"Shit" was her response. She stood up slowly and stumbled out of the booth. She glanced over her shoulder and said "Sorry about that." I watched her firm ass bounce quickly across the club and out the front door.
I figured that was that.
I got paid, grabbed my gear and left the club. When I reached the corner I saw her holding her cell phone to her ear. She was clutching herself in the morning cold and shaking her head. When I got close I could see she was blinking back tears. I guess the image of vulnerability drew me in. "Is everything OK? Do you need money for a cab?"
"They fucking left me. They invite me out to cheer me up, and then they leave. They're probably sucking dick right now, stupid bitches." I don't even think she was talking to me. She snapped her phone closed and turned to walk away. "Thanks. I can take the train."
I wasn't going to let her go that easily. "Listen, you're cold and dehydrated from the drinks. There is a diner right at the corner. Let me buy you some coffee so you can warm up. The trains are hardly running now anyway. There's no point waiting on the platform alone."
She stopped and looked over her shoulder at me for a minute, probably deciding if I was a psycho or not. She wasn't stupid enough to walk away with a random guy, but she did feel alone and the diner was close. That might have been enough. She turned around, walked up beside me and smiled, still hugging her arms around her chest for warmth. I smiled back and walked her to the diner.
The coffee and bagels warmed her up and relaxed her. I found out she was an aspiring dancer. She just got rejected from her umpteenth audition and her boyfriend broke up with her when her 'friends' suggested they come to the club to let off some steam. By the time we had our third cup we were talking about music, joking and of course, flirting.
