Chapter 8
by 
TheNookErotica
Tension was rising. I had to do something.
Dance with the stranger to appease him
The stranger being an attractive, fiery presence near me, I elect to continue dancing with him, grinding my body against his suggestively.
"Hey it's okay Eric, it's just a dance."
"You heard her, wimp. The girl wants to dance with me, not a scrawny bitch like you." The stranger added hurtfully, pushing Eric to move away with a clear sadness in his eyes.
Grinding against the guy, I spend the next few minutes moving my body alongside his, an unmistakable heat rising through me.
What to do now?
