Night out

You crossed and uncrossed my legs, as another zing coursed through my body. You took a long drink of your tequila, trying to find the person responsible for your current state. Your skin was electric and you had a light sheen of sweat on my skin. Another pulse and you cursed underneath your breath, “Motherfucker.”

“That’s not nice,” the voice in your ear said.

“Fuck you,” You bit out.

There was a belly deep laugh and you closed my eyes. You knew that laugh. That laugh says I have you right where I want you. You growled and threw back the rest of my drink, before standing and stalking towards the bathroom. “What are you doing?” the voice bit out.

“Powdering my nose,” you answered, pushing through bodies to get to the women’s bathroom across the room.

“You’ve got….”

You turned off the earpiece and looked at yourself in the floor length mirror, sparkly, short silver dress that barely hit your thighs, spaghetti straps that barely held up your breasts, your nipples poking through. Another vibration and you bit back a moan. Your nimble fingers drug the dress up your skin and you could see the purple between your legs and you flashback to earlier.