Of course not.

Sigh.

None of that really happened, of course.

I found myself quickly disoriented on the dance floor. I was hesitant to move too directly towards my potential interviewee, as the straightest path veered a bit too close to some particularly aggressive looking brothers. Not to get crude, but their eyes were most definitely on the prizes.

As I meandered across the floor I busted out my absolute best moves. I wanted to make it clear that I was a grown, woman and not some shy freshman who would allow herself to be meekly dragged of to some bro's bed. I hoped that my confidence would intimidate the gorillas in the mist.

It didn't.

I had almost reached my destination when I felt the hands on my hips. Not tentative or questioning, but firm and sure. At the same time I felt... that my new friend was excited to meet me. My dancing had clearly put him in high spirits. His welcome flag was raised to full mast?

What I'm trying to say is that he had a massive erection, and he was enthusiastically humping my butt with it.

I remembered the look on the face of the dancing girl who had been grabbed. I made that face now.

I heard a confident whisper in my ear: "My name's Steve. I'm telling you now so that you know what to scream into the pillow later."