Daisy makes her way onto the dance floor with Sammie

The music was calling her name, and Daisy was happy to answer. It had been way too long since she had last gone out dancing. Long enough that knowing it was barely 5:30 in the afternoon didn't dissuade her from bumping and grinding her way out onto the dance floor.

Any girl knows that there's strength in numbers when it comes to the club, so Daisy danced on over to where she had last seen Sammie and her beau. When she got to the raised platform where she'd seen them, they'd disappeared, but it at least gave her a vantage point to look for her coworker. It didn't take long to find her, because Sammie hadn't gotten far. She had only moved to the other side of the pillar. There, she'd pressed the bell bottomed blonde up against it and pressed their mouths together. And what a bottom it was! Both women had gone beet-red. They were probably literally radiating heat, Daisy thought.

She was blushing, too. Even for a girl who sold her mouth to her boss for decent health insurance, this was quite the scene. Her mouth was literally hanging open.

As Daisy watched, Sammie grabbed her partner by the hips and started kissing her passionately on the neck. When she pulled her head away, Daisy saw bite marks, not lipstick, on the blonde's skin.

*I'm blonde,* Daisy thought.

Suddenly there was a guy behind her, and not one she knew. She could tell he was big, a football linebacker-type, and he was inching his body closer to hers. "Hey baby," he said into her ear. "Wanna dance?"