The dance floor

You get on the dance floor, and see the girl, dressed like Janet Jackson, dancing alone, and as well as having looks to die for, she's also got the moves. Everyone in the club appears to be looking at her, especially you.

You move in front of her, attempting to join in the dancing, moving your shoulders in time with her impressive shoulder pads, and despite your somewhat clumsy moves, she gives you a big bright smile.

"I'm Kelly," she shouts, over the music.

"I'm-" you begin, but before you can finish, some girl grabs you from behind, putting you in a full nelson. You can't bend your head round to look at her, she has you so firmly held, and looking down all you can see are the white and blue striped arms of her sweater.

"And I'm Yorkie," you hear from behind, as you're **** to face front, watching Kelly, who's still dancing in front of you, a big grin on her face. "Don't struggle," Yorkie tells you. "We've only got you till twelve, got to make the most of our time together."

"You like what you see, don't you?" says Kelly, as she moves her bodacious body nearer to you. She raises an eyebrow as she looks down at your jeans, seeing the rock-hard erection you've got. "Want to come home with us?" she asks, running a hand down your leg.