Bella the Party Girl

“So who we making bad decisions with?” Rob asks while grinning at you over the bass.

You barely hear him.

Your attention is already somewhere else.

Specifically:

the brunette in the tiny black dress near the center of the dance floor.

Bella.

The flashing lights catch against loose dark curls while she dances with two of her friends completely locked into the music around her.

And fuck.

The way she moves immediately grabs your attention again.

The tight black dress hugs her body so closely it almost looks painted onto her curves. Thin straps rest against her shoulders while the fabric clings tightly around her waist before stretching across full hips, thick thighs, and a ridiculously round ass that becomes impossible not to stare at once she starts moving harder to the bass.

“She’s crazy,” Rob says while noticing where you’re looking.

You don’t answer.

Bella spins around laughing while one of her friends grabs both of her hips from behind.

Then the bass drops harder.

And suddenly Bella starts throwing herself into the music.

Her ass shakes backward smoothly against her friend while her hips bounce harder to the beat underneath flashing lights. The tight dress rides higher against her thighs every time she starts twerking harder while her friend laughs louder gripping her waist tighter.

The crowd around them starts reacting immediately.

People cheering.

Girls laughing.

Phones already lifting into the air recording.

And honestly?

You get it.

The way she moves feels hypnotic.

Confident.

Loose.

Completely shameless in the hottest possible way.

“She knows exactly what she’s doing,” Tony says.

Still you don’t answer.

Because at this point you’re barely even standing with the guys anymore.

You’re already drifting toward her.

Slowly at first.

Then deeper into the crowd.

Bodies squeeze around you while bass pounds through your chest hard enough to drown out everything else. The air feels hot now — full of sweat, perfume, ****, and fog machine smoke.

Bella keeps dancing near the center lights while her friends hype her up around her.

The dress rides higher again.

Way higher this time.

High enough that people nearby immediately react louder.

For a second the bottom curve of her ass shows beneath the dress before Bella grabs the fabric laughing and pulls it back down against her thighs.

Then immediately goes right back to shaking ass harder anyway.

Jesus Christ.

You stop a few feet away first just watching.

The way her hips move.

The way her ass presses backward into whoever’s behind her.

The way the dress stretches tightly across her curves every time she throws herself against the bass.

Your brain immediately starts wandering.

Your hands there instead.

That body pressed against yours instead.

Her twerking directly on you underneath the flashing lights.

One of Bella’s friends notices you watching.

A blonde.

She gives you a quick look. Not hostile.

Just:

who the hell are you?

You don’t back off. Instead you wait. Watch the rhythm. Wait for the opening.

The friend eventually spins Bella outward laughing before turning away toward somebody else in the crowd for half a second.

And instinctively, you move.

One step forward.

Then another.

Until suddenly you’re directly behind Bella.

Your hands settle carefully against her hips.

And instantly your body reacts.

The heat of her against you.

The way her waist fits naturally into your hands.

The feeling of her grinding directly against you underneath the bass.

Your pulse spikes immediately and you start getting hard. And Bella notices.

You feel it in the way she pauses for half a second.

Then presses backward slightly harder against you like she understands exactly what effect she’s having.

The second she realizes it’s a guy behind her now instead of one of her friends, everything changes immediately.

You feel it instantly.

Bella leans back harder against you.

Like she made a decision.

And fuck.

The way she starts moving now feels completely different.

More intentional.

More teasing.

More aware of you.

Her hips roll slower at first while your hands stay against her waist underneath flashing lights.

Then the bass kicks harder again.

And suddenly Bella starts grinding directly against you aggressively enough that your brain almost short circuits.

Her ass presses firmly backward into you with every beat while your hands tighten instinctively around her hips. She keeps twerking harder against you underneath the lights while the crowd around both of you immediately loses its mind.

“OHHHH SHIT,” some random guy yells nearby.

Bella laughs without turning around.

Her body keeps pressing backward harder while the black dress rides dangerously high again from all the movement. Her hand reaches down casually trying to pull the fabric lower while she keeps grinding against you without missing the beat.

Your confidence spikes instantly.

You pull her slightly closer by the hips.

And instead of backing off?

Bella leans into it harder.

The people around you start hyping both of you up now.

Girls nearby screaming.

Guys yelling at the bass drop.

Phones lifting higher recording.

Bella throws her arms outward to grab her friends hips, who now starts grinding on her while bells starts twerking harder against you underneath the flashing lights, dark hair bouncing around her shoulders while the crowd loses its mind around you.

And suddenly you’re fully locked in too.

Hands tighter on her waist.

Moving with her instead of just reacting.

Actually matching the energy now.

The louder the crowd gets, the more confident you feel.

And Bella clearly notices.

She glances back over her shoulder for the first time finally.

Dark eyes.

Big smile.

Completely dangerous energy.

Then she turns back around and somehow starts moving even harder.

Her hips bounce faster.

Her ass presses harder backward against you.

The black dress shifts higher and higher every few seconds from the movement.

“BROOOOO,” somebody yells nearby.

Two random guys beside you start laughing while hyping both of you up harder.

One grabs your shoulder.

“Lean back bro,” he shouts over the music.

Before you can even react, they steady you backward slightly while Bella laughs loudly and keeps twerking directly against you underneath the flashing lights.

And that’s when the dress rides higher than it has the entire night.

The fabric bunches upward from all the movement until suddenly there’s almost nothing left hidden underneath it.

For several long seconds your eyes lock completely as you get a full view of her ass in all its glory.

Smooth tan skin catches underneath the flashing lights while the tiny black thong disappears tightly between the soft curves of her ass. The thin fabric barely covers anything at all, leaving the full shape impossible not to stare at while Bella keeps moving against you completely lost in the music.

And fuck.

It somehow looks even better than your brain imagined.

Round.

Full.

Ridiculously plump every time her hips bounce backward against you.

The way it moves almost feels hypnotic.

Every hard shake of her hips sends soft movement through the full curves underneath the flashing lights while the thong hugs tightly against smooth skin like it’s barely holding on. Her ass jiggles subtly every time she throws herself harder into the bass, the soft roundness shifting naturally with each movement while she keeps grinding against you like she doesn’t care who’s watching anymore.

The flashing lights slide across smooth skin while the curves bounce and shake directly against you hard enough that your brain almost stops functioning entirely.

And before you can even really think about it, one of your hands slides lower.

Slow at first.

Careful.

Your palm brushes against the exposed curve of her ass underneath the flashing lights while Bella keeps moving directly against you to the bass.

And fuck.

The feeling instantly hits harder than you expected.

Soft.

Warm.

Ridiculously full underneath your hand.

The smooth skin shifts naturally every time she throws her hips backward harder against you, the round curves moving and bouncing to the rhythm while your fingers tighten instinctively for half a second before sliding slightly across her skin again.

Bella reacts immediately.

Not stopping.

Not pulling away.

If anything, she presses backward harder once she realizes what just happened.

Her ass keeps shaking against your hand underneath the flashing lights while the crowd around both of you loses its mind even louder.

Girls screaming.

Guys yelling.

Phones lifting higher recording.

Bella finally turns her head slightly over her shoulder laughing breathlessly once she realizes exactly how high the dress has ridden up.

Then she quickly reaches down, grabs the fabric, and pulls the dress back down over her hips again while still moving to the music. Then immediately goes right back to dancing anyway.

Like she genuinely doesn’t care.

The entire crowd around you feels alive now.

Bodies jumping.

Bass shaking the floor.

People screaming every time the beat drops harder.

Bella keeps grinding against you like she’s completely lost in the music.

And somehow every second makes you more confident.

Less awkward.

Less hesitant.

More locked into the moment.

You stop caring who’s watching.

The crowd already decided this was entertainment five minutes ago.

At some point one of Bella’s friends notices how long this has been going on and starts laughing harder while recording the two of you herself.

Bella just throws her head back smiling underneath the flashing lights.

Completely unbothered by the attention.

Completely feeding off it.

And honestly?

So are you now.

The music pounds louder.

The crowd squeezes tighter around you.

Bella keeps moving against you underneath neon lights while the entire dance floor seems to blur together around the two of you.

Yeah.

You definitely picked the right section of the club tonight.

────────────────────

STATUS UPDATE

Confidence:

78/100

Intoxication:

47/100

Attraction:

82/100

Emotional Connection:

12/100

────────────────────