12:21AM Saturday, September 13, 2013

Two songs had come and gone as the stranger and Spencer continued to move around each other as intimate lovers moved during foreplay. Finally, Spencer turned towards the stranger, and their dancing – which could now only loosely describe their motions – started to resemble the actions seen in the back rooms of strip clubs. In addition, facing her allowed the thoroughly drunken Spencer to appreciate the looks of her partner. Slightly shorter than Spencer, the girl had a chic black newsboy-style cap pulled so low that Spencer couldn’t see her dance partner’s eyes. She could tell the girl was a brunette, only because a few wisps had fallen loose from underneath the cap. The stranger brought Spencer’s arms up over her head and ran her fingernails down her arms, past her shoulders and down the sides of her body, making Spencer’s nipples poke out from underneath her shirt. Hands stayed on Spencer’s hips as they grinded into each other. Spencer’s eyes strayed further down her dance partner and came across a black camisole top covering small but supple breats, dark Diesel jeans, and, from the looks of it, expensive-looking heels on her feet, though she couldn’t tell for sure, as she had to look up again as she started to feel dizzy from the alcohol.

Moments later, Never Enough blared through the club speakers and the corresponding music video was projected onto the brick walls surrounding the dance floor. Spencer sighed and the stranger became slightly stiff. Spencer leaned over and whispered in her ear “I’m thirsty. Want a drink?”

Before the stranger had a chance to reply, two girls a few feet away from the previously erotically dancing couple shrieked. “It’s Ashley Davies!” they cried.

Spencer sighed again. FUCK. She glanced around the room quickly, trying to seek out her old lover so that she could move in the opposite direction. As the stranger grabbed Spencer’s wrist, Spencer saw the girls’ pointing, and, for the first time since they had started dancing, the stranger allowed her eyes to gaze directly into Spencer’s. Ashley’s eyes came into Spencer’s focus and, immediately, she found herself sober. She shook off Ashley’s grip and ran towards the club’s courtyard, towards the exit, towards life without Ashley appearing everywhere she went. Ashley attempted to follow, but, not even two steps passed the edge of the dance floor, the crowd swarmed in on her. A fake smile appeared across her face as her fans shrieked, pulled out their cell phones, and asked for pictures.