Things start getting interesting

A while later, she drags me out to dance. I’m not a dancer, and try to refuse, but she’s insistent, saying I can just stand there and she’ll dance around me. Tugging my hand with the same playful authority she’s been showing all night. “Come on, birthday boy. I haven’t had a chance to go dancing like this in over a decade.”

We end up right in front of the VIP railing, keeping close to our little section and out of the center of the dance floor to spare me the embarrassment. You’d never know she hasn’t gotten to go dancing based on how confident she appears to be, and the way she’s moving her hips. The silver dress makes every move a little more apparent thanks to the way it reflects the light like a disco ball. I’m mostly just trying not to come across as an idiot, but she doesn’t seem to mind. At one point she spins around me, then stops dead, and stares at me with eyes that are wider than I’ve ever seen them. There’s a smirk on her face as if she’s fighting a laugh.

“What?” I ask, leaning in.

She covers her mouth, glances over her shoulder, then back at me. “Check out Lauren.”

I follow her gaze. Lauren’s sitting on the edge of our table, facing out toward the dance floor. I’m scanning her for something stuck to her, or signs she’s about to pass out, but I don’t really notice anything out of place.

I shrug, confused.

Sofia gives me an exasperated look, then steps back so Lauren’s directly behind her. She rises on her toes and covers her mouth at my ear. “Look at the way she’s sitting.”

I check again and finally catch on. Sure enough her short skirt is a skin-tight number, and she’s sitting with her legs parted just enough that, with no dress to fall between her legs for modesty and her angle is toward the dance floor. She’s giving everyone a clear view to the fact that she’s not wearing any panties. I instantly go into shock, never having expected to see that.

Sofia pulls back, laughing loudly when I lock up. “I don’t know her, so I don’t know what to do.”

I’m still processing when I spot Eddie not far away on the dance floor, talking to Dan. I weave through the crowd, tap him on the shoulder, and tilt my head toward Lauren.

“You might, uh…” I fumble, trying to figure out how to tell my friend that I just saw up his girlfriend’s skirt. “You might want to give Lauren a heads up that she’s flashing everyone.”

He glances over, sees it, and bursts out laughing. “That’s awesome,” he says, grinning like an idiot. “It’s not the first time. I swear that girl has no self-awareness.”

Then he shrugs and turns back to Dan like it’s no big deal.

I head back to Sofia, flabbergasted. She’s still giggling, hand over her mouth.

“She’s just… sitting there,” I say.

Sofia nods, and something about her surprise comes across as adorable. “Apparently your friends are very secure in their relationships.”

We both crack up as the absurdity of it hits us at the same time. She grabs my hand again, pulling me back into the dance.

A little while later, she leans in close to talk to me over the music again. “So… we need to find you a girl for your birthday. Someone to celebrate properly.”

I laugh, shaking my head. “I’m good. Tonight’s already perfect.”

She raises an eyebrow, playful but serious. “Come on. You said you can appreciate a nice ass. So… who in here has the best one?”

She nods toward the dance floor, scanning the crowd like she’s genuinely assessing everyone.

I play along, glancing around. “I don’t know. Too many options.”

“Maybe I’m asking the wrong thing,” she continues. “Just because you said you can appreciate a nice ass, doesn’t mean that’s what you go for. So then, is it legs, like Mike? You seemed to enjoy Holly’s.”

“Who’s Holly?” I ask, not sure who she’s talking about.

“Seriously?” she playfully chides. “The waitress that’s been bringing you drinks all night and that you were ogling with Mike.”

I feel like an idiot the second she says it, realizing how much of a dog I probably come across as, having stared at the waitress and not even knowing her name after how long. “Nah,” I say quickly, trying to play it off. “Not really. I mean, she’s hot with nice legs, sure, but… legs aren’t my thing.”

Sofia tilts her head, getting an amused smirk. “So you’re a boob guy then?”

I laugh, shaking my head again. “No. All right, f I have to narrow it down to one thing, I’d say you were right the first time. Ass-man. Definitely ass.”

Her eyes light up with that mischievous spark I’ve seen a couple of times now tonight. “Is it that hard to admit? Now we’re making progress.”

She grabs my wrist and leads me up to our stretch of the railing that overlooks the dance floor. The VIP section’s raised just high enough that we have a perfect view of the crowd below in short dresses, stylish flowing pants, and tight jeans or sexy shorts everywhere.

She leans over the rail, scanning like she’s on a mission, then signals Jess, who was standing by the bottles and glasses for another round of shots. Jess brings them over with a grin, holding out two fresh ones for us along with a beer for me. Sofia and I throw them back in unison, quickly downing the tequila.

She points first to a cute girl dancing near the center. She’s about average height, and her butt has a nice shape, but nothing that stands out. “What about her? She seems like a solid option.”

I glance, shrug. “Not bad. But come on, definitely not the best.”

Sofia nods, screwing up her face in concentration to try again. She spots a petite blonde in a tiny dress, with a small butt. In fact, she has a tiny everything. “That more your speed? A cute little compact speed bump of an ass?”

“Definitely not,” I say, laughing. “No offense to her.”

“Okay, sounds like small is not the way to go. See? We’re narrowing it down.” She keeps searching, then stops with an appreciative expression. “How about that one?”

She nods toward an attractive brunette who’s maybe mid-twenties and has long dark hair in loose waves down her back. She’s wearing a black dress that’s hugging her bubble butt tight enough that you can see a hint of her skin tone showing through the fabric. And yeah, the ass is round, sculpted, and I’d bet money she spends hours in the gym specifically for it. It’s an attention magnet that’s impossible not to notice, no doubt.

I hesitate, feeling the warmth in my cheeks as they probably turn a little red. “Better,” I admit. “Way better.”

Sofia catches the way I shift, and the slight discomfort in my posture. She turns to face me fully, leaning one elbow on the rail. “Jay, come on, it’s your birthday. You’re in a VIP lounge with a limo waiting outside. If you ever want to go for the big fish, this is the time,” she says, waving out over the crowd, then starts again, emphasizing every word of the next sentence. “It’s. Your. Twenty. First. Birthday! Go talk to her. I’ll be your wingman. Trust me, it helps if you already have an attractive woman with you to be your hype-girl.”

I take a quick swig of the beer Jess left for me, trying to play it cool. “Well, if all of that’s the case, then maybe I should just go for you.”

She spins her head to look at me so fast that her hair whips around. For a second she just stares, one eyebrow cocked and a teasing grin spreading across her face.

Then she laughs and elbows me in the stomach. “Fine,” she says, turning back to peer out at the crowd again. “If you’re not going to take it seriously, I’ll let it go. But if you see someone you actually want to talk to, just say the word. I’ve always thought it’d be fun to have a guy friend I could help pick up girls. I bet I’d be good at it.”

I grin, feeling the **** finally loosening the last of my nerves. “I’m sure you would.”

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