Invite Albert to the dance floor

“Well, when you guys are here for the first time too, I guess you hadn’t a chance to hit the dance floor yet,” you say and smile, “Albert, would you like to dance a little?”

“I would love too,” Albert says obviously very excited, “but … I’m not really good. I … rarely danced after my prom.”

“Well, then it is about time,” you reply and take his hand, “Gavin, what about you?”

“Oh, I will stay here and watch you,” Gavin replies and smiles slightly, “have fun you two.”

You nod grateful and lead Albert to the dance floor. Gavin is indeed a good friend. He is interested in you too, but is willing to stay outside so his friend has better chances. And Albert is in dire need of good chances. You can feel his heartbeat going up in the moment you touched his hand.

When you arrive at the dancefloor, a new song has just started. You know it from some clubs and discos in your old home town. You know how to dance to it and it feels great. Kind of nostalgic. Even if just a short time passed since you had to move to this town, it already feels like a lifetime.

Your dancing gets a lot of attention, which is probably because of Albert. He is not very good, to be honest. He dances stiff and has no feeling for the tact. And looking on his face, he is clearly aware of this. He seems uncomfortable. Likely because he fears he makes a fool out of himself in front of everyone. Well, most eyes are of cause on you, but Albert also gets some confused and jealous looks.

You sigh and decide to help him. Without his tension, you are sure he is not so bad. Gently you reach for his hands and pull him a little closer, so he sees you don’t judge him. And for a moment it looks like it could work. The girls around Albert gets more relaxed and the girls around get upset with their partners because their attention is rather on you and not on them. But then suddenly things change.

When the song ends and the DJ is about to play the next one, a happy looking Albert tries to talk to you. But you don’t know what he wants to say, because in the same moment Albert opens his mouth, another guy jostles between you too and pushes Albert roughly to the side. The guy is fucking huge. As big as Eric, if not bigger. Your head is on the high of his chest. And he is made of muscles. His rubbery clothes stretch over all muscle groups. Arm, chest, leg and abdominal muscles are pumped up to bursting. You have seen a lot of strong guys in your live. And this amount of muscles is almost not reachable by normal training.

“Hey honey,” the guy says and grins, “my name is Frederick and I’m your lover tonight.”

“You … you should keep looking for a girl, buddy,” you reply still a little perplexed by the physical appearance of the guy, “I’m already here with someone else.”

“This freak?” Frederick asks with a mix of amusement and slight disgust, “is this some kind of joke? Whatever. Forget this sissy. You have a real man now.”

“Hey, that’s not cool man,” Albert finally manages to speak up, “listen, there is no need to argue. There are a lot of girls in the club and …”

Albert can’t even finish his sentence. Frederick, just punches him without any warning in the stomach. Albert gasps for air and goes to the ground. The people around you watch in silence. Nobody does anything. Albert has trouble staying conscious and desperately tries to get away.

“Fuck off, sissy!” Frederick mocks and laughs, “go somewhere and cry. Fucking sissy nerds. Good for nothing but think they can backtalk to me.”

“Are you insane?” you ask shocked, “why are you doing this?”

“Because he was annoying and these nerds deserve it,” Frederick laughs, grabs your butt and pulls you closer, “well, the looser is gone. I know this got you horny. Time for us to have fun.”