As soon as possible.

I can't stop staring at her as she's dancing. As it always is with Piya, there is no breaking away from her when she draws me in like this. Watching her dance, her ass swiveling around in that shining silver dress, her muscular legs flexing as she drops low with her back towards me. Still playing with her silky hair I'm starting to suspect she is dancing for me.

"God damn she is looking amazing!" I say to myself before shaking my head, determined not to give this tall gorgeous tease the power she has over me anytime she wants it.

Through making security rounds I keep buzzing by her, talking loudly, letting her be aware of my presence. She isn't the only one who can play games and each time I get close she moves a little more dynamically, brushing against one of her girlfriends, pulling them close, whispering something I have no hope of hearing. Then she looks directly at me with those gorgeous dark eyes and it sends a shiver through my spine. Her friends giggle, one of them fights their way back through the crowd to the group of them with two fists full of shot glasses. They all drink. This happens four or five times over the course of an hour before I notice that each one of these buzz throughs that I'm doing, I'm lingering a little longer than I intend to, the eye contact is lasting and her dancing is becoming so much more seductive.

It finally ends on one last pass through towards the end of my shift. The bass shaking the floor and Piya grabs my wrist, pulling me close and slowly licking the sweat from her lips as she hands me a shot. Forcing it into my hand she yells in my ear, the only way she can get me to hear over the music "Drink with me! I want you..." she pauses as she throws back her shot and forces mine to my lips. I drink it because that's what Piya makes you do, denying her is like denying gravity. "I want you to dance with me." Pulling me further into the throng of gyrating, pulsating hot bodies everyone other than her fades away as I still taste the fire of whatever it is she and her friends are drinking. It's too sugary for me to tell but god damn it's potent. I'm watching the house lights catch off her sequinned dress, reflecting back whatever colour the lights are as she wriggle her toned, lean body, backing her ass up against my crotch, one hand grabbing my neck as she shimmies up and down my body like I'm a pole. Her other hand grabbing my wrist and putting my hand on her tight flat stomach.

Immediately as her ass presses against my crotch, my instinct is to pull her close, pressing my hardened crotch right back against her ass as we grind together in the middle of the floor.

Feeling her body heat as we work into rhythm I can hear ever so faintly a moan coming from her lips as she tilts her mouth back towards my ears. Her hand slides down and reaches between my hips and her ass, grabbing my cock and giving it a firm squeeze before releasing it. Then bringing both hands up to my neck then dropping, dragging her entire body, down the length of mine, her hair slapping me in the face before she turns around and pops back up her face in my crotch and I swear to god I think she might have licked the outline of my cock through my pants.

"God, she fucking would do that," I say to myself through the sharp exhale she **** me to take. Returning the favour, I start dancing more assertively with her, losing all sense of the crowd that is surrounding us, my hands rolling up her thighs, hiking her dress slightly, sailing over her smooth tanned thighs, in between her legs and pushing up as we dance. I can feel the heat radiating from her pussy, and again I am thinking about her kiss. I am wondering what she sounds like when she cums. Then I feel a hand on my shoulder.