A dance partner.

One such night in a dance club, she ended up dancing with a tall white man. He was a good deal older than her, maybe 35, but was fit and was dressed well. This guy actually knew how to dance, and was surprisingly good at Rumba, he must have taken classes on his own.

They danced a few different times but did not speak much beyond him asking her to join him and thanking her for the dance. He did not put his hands on her outside of what the dances called for, being the rare man who did not put his hands on her ass.

The dances with that man were the most fun she had to that point with dancing in an actual dance club.

Vixxen was with her stripper friends that night, not her dance class friends. They were not as interested in that sort of dance club and wanted to go to something more modern. They were looking for more people, more men specifically, and much louder music.

Vixxen was having fun and did not want to leave with them, assuming she would just grab a cab home. She found the guy at a table with some of his friends, both men, and women, and asked if he was up for another dance. She looked for couple pairing, being pretty good at reading who was with who from her years as a stripper. but couldn't tell who was with who in this group.

Vixxen did not see a woman who looked like she was with him, and invited the man to join her for another dance, and he quickly got up and joined her. She did notice some odd looks as they left again to dance, but nothing jealousy related.

She spent the next hour or so attached to this man in dance. They did some rumba, he knew a little Mambo, and they tried and failed to pull off a Tango. He was in shape, to keep up with her physically. She would dance six or seven hours a night at the club, so other than sweating a little for a few hours of Latin dancing didn't bother her at all. This guy keeping up was impressive.

The more they danced the closer they danced. It wasn't groping and grinding, but slow and sensual dancing, in dances which are as romantic as any in the world. The remained in physical contact for most of the night. Vixxen had not been close to many people in this way and needed it badly.

Vixxen was of course a professional dancer, she used her moves for a living. When she wasn’t working she was in classical dance class, yoga or working out. She was a very good dancer, and she was in peak physical and cardiovascular condition.

The guy was impressed, this young woman was an amazing dancer, and an amazing beauty. Amazing really didn’t even describe it, she was a singular beauty.

He invited her back to his table and introduced her to his friends, and she found out they were friends from college who got together sometimes. Vixxen found out that his name was Mason, and that he had dated a woman who was second generation Cuban, who had been very good at dancing, and had introduced him to it.

That was where he learned to dance so well, it made sense.

Eventually, his friends left, leaving Vixxen and Mason to dance, which they did until the club started to close. The crowd thinned, but the crows around Vixxen did not. Even dancing with another man, the sight of her in a tight fitting dress, glistening with sweat was very tempting many men there.

A few men tried to cut in, and she felt a few hands on her ass when dancing with Mason, but let it go as to avoid a scene where men acted like men do and fought over jealousy and lust.