No

I was about to say yes when I saw Chris heading for the bar. I turned to find Lisa dancing slowly by herself, her body swaying lightly to the beat as she looked around the dance floor. Every eye seemed to be on her all at once.

"I, uhh... That's very nice but I'm going to stick with my friends." The red-haired girl looked disappointed as she followed my gaze to Lisa.

"Well, if you change your mind, I'm Julia," she said with a smile.

"Nice to meet you Julia." I didn't even finish my sentence before I turned around and began walking toward Lisa. She noticed me among the other guys moving toward her and smiled, locking onto my eyes and casting out the other suitors.

I smiled as I approached and held out my hand for her.

"Can I have this dance?" I asked. She stepped forward, bypassing my hand and wrapping her arms around my neck. I slid my hand around her waist, our bodies joining together as we began to sway.

"Honestly, I'd rather be blasting some bad guys," she replied, looking up at me, her dark eyes full of mystery and wonder. I laughed and shook my head. I looked up to find that Chelsea had already ditched her muscle-bound suitor in favor of Liam. The two clung to each other, their foreheads getting closer and closer with every rhythmic step. Ariel was dancing with Chris, the only one that matched her height.

"Where's Robert and Lauren?" I asked.

"They left."

My eyebrows raised then I noticed Chelsea and Liam head for the door. Lisa pressed herself tighter to me, her breasts crushing to my chest. Then the slow song ended and the bass kicked back in. Lisa yelped and spun around, shaking her ass and shimmying her shoulders. Her hands raised up and she began bouncing up and down onto the balls of her feet. I didn't know what to do so I just grabbed her hips and held on tight. Lisa shimmied and swayed, her ass backing up until it grazed my crotch.

Jesus

Lisa grabbed my hands and wrapped them around her, pulling me tight to her. My hands flattened across her belly as she guided them lower and lower until they reached the hem of her dress. I curled my fingers, pulling the fabric up about an inch. My crotch pressed into her ass, bulging through my shorts into the soft pillows of her cheeks.

When the song died down and a new one kicked in, Lisa turned around and waved her hand in front of her face.

"I'm getting hot," she shouted over the bumping bass. "I need some water."

I grabbed her hand and guided her through the crowd to the bar. While we waited, I could tell she was growing impatient. It took me a minute to realize it was not about waiting for water. She wanted to leave. With me.