Strategically Scandalous [18+]

1 - The Interview

The music was deafening, intense beats making my heart jump in my chest as the lights flashed at a sickening pace, barely lighting the darkness long enough for me to see the bodies moving, intertwining, flailing on the dance floor all around me.

My body was moved around to the rhythm, pulled on one side and then the other by my friend's own dance moves, our hands holding tightly to each other, preventing other dancers from separating us, like an anchor in a tumultuous ocean.

Amina smiled at me, the light flashing on her excited face, as she pulled me a step closer to her and out of the path of a guy doing dangerous dance moves for someone holding a full bottle of beer in his hand... 

"You're finally letting lose!" She remarked, leaning to scream the words in my ear, barely making them louder than the electro music shaking the club.

I rolled my eyes at her, but she probably didn't see it, the bright light flashes intensifying along with the beats of the music.
We kept dancing, swaying rapidly face to face. I closed my eyes, letting the intensity of the lower beats penetrate my body. I threw my hands up in the air like in a passionate prayer towards the DJ booth.

The song finally slowed its lunatic rhythm and I opened my eyes again, planning on resuming our easy swaying moves but Amina was no longer in front of me. Instead, a young man was facing me, a grin on his lips. The lights adapted to the new beats and I was able to distinguish some of his features; brown messy curls on his head and light blue eyes piercing their way into mine.

Normally, I would have walked away. I would have stepped away from the frenzy of the dance floor and waited on the side for Amina to find me. Normally, I would have stayed away from handsome strangers staring me down.
But tonight, something stronger than me forced me to stay, if only to see what happened when I did not retreat back to my comfort zone.

I danced slowly, adapting to the music and glanced back at him, finding his clear eyes still fixed on me. I shyly addressed him a smile and he grinned back, accepting my silent invitation for him to come closer.

Soon, he was standing so close that I could feel the heat radiating from his body. I looked up to him, surprised by how small I felt next to him. He ran a hand in his unruly curls, his gaze still fixed to mine with an intensity in them that made my body tingle.

Pushed by my desire to experience something new, something thrilling, I placed my hand on his chest. The fabric of his buttoned up shirt was soft but his muscles underneath were hard. I gulped, feeling my heart racing in my own chest despite the continuously slower music resonating in the club. 

He placed his hand on my hip, pulling me closer to him in a swift movement, my body suddenly pressed fully against his as we kept moving ever so slowly, following the melody. My hand now trapped against his chest, I pressed the other one lower onto his stomach, establishing a new intimacy between us but allowing me to stay in control, able to push him away as soon as I'd feel like running back to where I was most comfortable; out of the crowd.

We spent a few minutes slow dancing, glued to each other. Eventually his hand left my hip, hovering back up the length of my body without touching it until he reached my chin. He gently pressed his fingers underneath, making me look up to him again. Another smile appeared on his lips as he seemed to be detailing my features, then, in perfect synch with the beats dropping, he leaned down closer, his lips reaching for mine, slowly enough to allow me to back off if I wanted to... So I backed off.

Realizing I wasn't meeting him halfway, he opened his eyes, a questioning look on his face. I opened my mouth, trying to think of an excuse but my mind stayed alarmingly blank. I apologized, so quietly that there wasn't a chance that he heard it above the music and I turned around, rushing through the slow dancing crowd, my cheeks burning in embarrassment.