Spencer shook her hair out in front of the big mirror in the hallway as she surveyed her outfit of choice for that night. Tight, practically painted on jeans that showed off her toned thighs and calves; and a deep red silky halter top that had practically no back. Her thick honey blonde hair was straight and down and hung around the top of her back. She was wearing barely any makeup, jus some light touches of mascara and eyeliner to accentuate her azure colored eyes. Her lush pink lips held a smirk, she looked great and she knew it. The final step was taking off the golden band that had never left the ring finger on her left hand since it had been put there three years ago. Now, she was ready. 

Ashley watched the blonde as she moved on the floor, her body swaying to the heavy beat of the bass as she just let the music take her. She was captivating, everyone was watching her. She was turning away partners left and right, men and women. Her hips moved seductively and drew everyone’s in; teasing them for a moment into believing that they were worth her time but when they tried she ignored their advances, preferring the invisible partner to the hot, sweaty bodies that were pushing against her, throwing off her beat. She threw her heavy blonde hair over her shoulder as she moved, completely immersed in the music. Ashley had determined about three songs ago that she would be taking that girl home with her tonight; now she was just plotting her move. This game was a lot like chess. You had to plan your move and determine what would happen before you made said move. You had to stay one step ahead of your partner, luring them into a false security before you took them, without them even realizing what was happening.

Ashley slid out of the booth in which she had been sitting, watching the blonde. She pushed her brown curly hair over her shoulder as she made her way through the crowd. Her slight frame moved like a panther in her tight leather skirt, as if she were stalking her prey out. She finally reached the blonde, standing right up against her, taking her by surprise. Ashley didn’t throw off the beat in which she had been moving; instead she exemplified it, drawing the blonde into her. Her hand slid across the girl’s rib cage, drawing a shudder as their hips moved in a constant grinding movement. Ashley’s mouth found the back of the blonde’s neck, kissing and nipping at the warm skin there while their bodies moved in a dance that was unexplainable but automatic, like instinct was guiding them.