Have a conversation on the dance floor.

We stood there for a while, not moving nor attempting a conversation over the music that was not playing anyway. Finally, I grabbed one of her hands in mine.

"C'mon," I said. "Let's find a place to sit and talk."

I headed towards a group of tables, but she pulled me back towards her.

"Why?!" she asked. "By the time we get there, another song is sure to have started!"

She then reached behind her with both hands, wrapping them around my neck, and pulling our bodies together again.

"Besides," she added, "I don't think you could find a place that feels better for my ass than where it is right now!"

As if there was any doubt what she meant, she shook her ass just inches away from my rising rod. Sure enough, another song began before she had stopped.

"So... Phia," I said, laughing lightly at my poor attempt at humor.

Just about to groan at it myself, I was surprised when her body shook and she also laughed.

"What do you do?" I asked, continuing the question.

"The usual for a girl like me," she replied. "Bouncing from job to job, and from one loser to another. How about you?"

"Oh!" I said. "Well, I haven't worked yet. Plus, I just inherited a lot, so I'm debating if I really need to work at all."

Seconds later, I smacked myself in the head, sure I had killed my chances of a future with this sexy goddess.