“Do you want a drink?” Easton questioned as I noted the sight of several of the guests harboring colorful beverages within their grasps as I nodded, feeling as if a little alcohol would allow me to burn off my remaining apprehension. But the moment that Easton left my side, I was approached by a figure wearing a white dress jacket and a bare torso beneath and matching shorts. Even if I had arrived here with Easton, he did not own me in any sense, and therefore when the man reached forward with his hand to lead me into the small aisle along with several other dirty dancers, I did not reject his invitation.
My legs remained as one with the carpet at my feet whereas the man took hold of my waist, his fingers rushing over my abdomen as I allowed my body to be controlled in accordance with hi
