A dance of course

"Babe, it's part of the party. We're new, we can't kill the mood before the event's really started. It's only a dance," said Terrence, pushing in his chair.

"Ter! You're here with me!"

"Oh don't be such a buzzkill Whip-Hand," teased Kat, flicking her wrist like a lion tamer using a whip.

Kayla snorted, then blushed and covered her mouth. "I'm sorry Janette, I just forgot your nickname, that's all."

"Urgh, I am not pussy whipping my fiance," Jan's eyes flared and she crossed her arms under her modest breasts, "fine! Ter. Go get her. Then get back here, you owe me a dance."

Terrence nodded solemnly to his betrothed, but he did mouth a thank you to Kat as he passed her seat. They'd been invited to have some fun. D was a cool dude, just look at this place! If the entry price was dancing with a pretty hot redhead, well, he wasn't married yet. Not that a dance was cheating or anything.

Terrence was frowning when he got up to the auctioneer and his soon-to-be partner.

"A new face! Tell us about yourself friend," said the auctioneer, holding his microphone out towards Terrence.

"Err, I'm Terrence . Recently engaged to the love of my life. I'm a software engineer, mostly freelance stuff." Terrence straightened his tie.

"Grand, grand friend. Congratulations to you and your lady. How about you miss, for those among our esteemed company who don't already know?"

The redhead smiled ravishingly at the crowd, and leaned forward just a touch to speak into the microphone. Terrence noticed she was taller than him, if only thanks to her heels.

"I'm Alicia Redmond," she looked Terrence up and down and licked her lush lips, forcing him to notice her bright pink lipstick, "and I think I'm a lucky woman tonight, and one of you are too, right girls?"

There was a cheer and a whoop from over at Alicia's table from a gaggle of girls, strangely as the cheering died down they each eyed the man who Alicia had been whispering with before her bid.

"He's even engaged this time! Am I the luckiest bitch alive or what?"

More cheers.

"Yes, I'm sure you're among the luckiest winners ever miss Redmond," said the auctioneer, ever-cheerful, but with a wink for the crowd, "and now onto the dance!"

The first string notes of Unforgettable started to play over a very crisp sound system, and Alicia grabbed Terrence by the hand and pulled him to the center of the room.

Terrence looked around, a bit too aware of all the eyes on him, a little anxious, as Alicia tugged his hands into position at her waist, and she wrapped her long fingers around his neck. He started, and her nails dug into his neck, pulling him close to her, too close. Her large firm breasts pressed into him firmly, and Terrence couldn't help but have a passing thought that they put Janette's to shame.

"Err, do we have to be so close?"

"We do what I want stud," whispered Alicia right into his ear, her head next to his, "I won a dance with you. This is my prize. If you don't like it, you could always take a penalty. Never heard of anyone taking a penalty from the first auction of the night, but there's always a first time I guess." She pulled her head back a little, and Terrence could smell peppermint and something fruity on her breath, along with ****. Maybe she was already drunk. He could play along.

The lyrics of the song reverberated through the room as Terrence and Alicia danced, well more like swayed, practically glued together as they were. After they did half a circuit Terrence could see Janette, and his blood ran cold. She was staring daggers at him, at them. Damien was saying something to her, but she didn't even look his way, her expression didn't grow any warmer, or even more neutral.

Terrence may be in trouble.

After a couple of times circling, forgetting everyone was there until he saw his fiancee again and his stomach twisted, the song came to an end.