Dancing With Trinity And Glaring At Naqi (Part 5)

Johnnie Clears A Space

In this time of Marguerite stepping off the dancefloor, it gave me time to assess myself and come back down from such a complimenting experience. Nevertheless, it didn’t take long for Johnnie to clear a space for me at the front of the dancefloor and for some other ladies to hitch up with me. This is the instance when Johnnie and I would look at each other for inspiration to dance better which is also when he made the point that he can’t shake his hips around as I do.

Seconds later after my making my way to the front of the stage two girls ventured forth onto the step just below me and started dancing. Being much near me, one of the girls turned to me and asked “Did you want to dance here” whilst pointing at her spot. Figuring that she stepped in front of me to make the argument that she was now in my way, I responded by saying “No you’re alright, I like dancing from behind”.

Beaming a delightful smile towards my smooth line she made her way up onto my portion of the dancefloor. Both her and her delicately beautiful friend were dancing in front of me, myself right up on the one that attracted me most. Surprisingly, the girl who initially talked with me leant over and whispered something into her ear as she pointed at me. With this deceptiveness, her friend turned and smiled at me, congenially dancing in front of me.

Trinity Steps In

As her friend turned around to dance with me I was under the impression that she was told “Hey, that guy said he wants to dance with you”. Sneaky little girl but I like her style of deception because it favored me. This new girl who was dancing in front of me was glamorous. Having tight Hound Dog style pants on and showing a bit of skin around her waist, I looked her up and down carefully from behind. Taking a glance around I noticed that most of the guys were also looking upon her, probably thinking I was a lucky guy.

With black hair and her hair so divinely ushered back in a ponytail, her face was so slick as she reminded me of a European girl, probably Spanish or Rio De Janeiro. Also having a partial significance in skin color and smoothness to a Leb girl, her body was definitely hot and she looked like the kind of girl who liked to have her fun. However, her friend having to coax her confidence into dancing with me gave me the impression that she was herself anxious and therefore, a touch more down to earth than expected.

Whispering into her ear, I asked what her name was and amazingly, to my surprise she answered “My name is Marguerite”. Taking a step back and looking at her as if déjà vu had just taken place, I was struck with the odds of that happening. Two girls called Marguerite, both of them a world apart from each other in appearance but both with the same taste.

Unbelievably, my night could only get better as I started dancing on this second girl called Marguerite who much looked like Sporty Spice and Posh Spice when she has her hair up in a ponytail. Allowing me to grab her softly by the waist as I danced congenially behind her she didn’t show any hesitancy to my hands touching her. There was no foul play on my behalf, no wandering hands and not even an attention to wander.

Between Two Girls

The scene of dancing with two girls in one night was so new to me that I almost placed a permanent shade of red on my cheeks. Dancing right up on Trinity (Slurring one of the E’s so that we can distinguish one from the other) glancing down at my being brushed up continually against her made me aroused. This stimulation came to the point where I had to back away and close my thoughts so that my little man would not escalate with the blood that was slowly filling. Luckily, everyone was oblivious to my misconception at such a bad time.

At one stage through our dancing of my having Trinity dancing in front of me I ushered the other girl to jump behind me so that we could create some sandwich action. Reminding me of Aleana’s smile of interest, she made her way to the back of me, brushed up right against me and began her witchery. Holding one hand around Trinity’s waist and another firmly on the other girl’s ass, the both of them also writhed their hands backwards and forwards, holding each other closer together.

This felt great, to be between two girls, having the best time of my life. Ironically, this greater pleasure didn’t see my little man heading up to attention, he had his little peek for the night. Through my dancing in this sandwich of hormones I noticed Ace’s smile and brilliant white teeth gleaming with pride, as was his brother. Johnnie was looking over with a smile on his face also, knowing I was having the time of my life.

Tyler didn’t have a smile on his face, he was just looking over as if he was curious as to what was going on. I figured that he was envious, probably thinking “Why isn’t that happening to me,” what I used to think upon seeing Ace getting randy with the girls.

Everyone Wants A Handshake

With the whole of the club being able to see my actions on center stage I didn’t hear the end of it for the rest of the night. Again, trying not to stretch the truth or fabricate any lines, I try in all modesty to note that everyone wanted to know me after that experience. It was as if I was the man, not some try hard nightclub fanatic who used their ego to get what they wanted.

No shit, every second step I walked after that experience people went out of their way to shake hands and chat with me. Anders came through and joined my little fray of women and as I always am, I wasn’t greedy with any of the women I just happened to lure to my new easy to get along with attraction. Johnnie’s friend Galen was looking at me like I was seeing Ace in the first couple of days. His eyes sparkled with a smile when I would dance near him and I felt he held me in high regard.

Whilst dancing next to Johnnie, Travis and Galen, we made plans to head to the city this weekend, some solid plans for a change. Johnnie sounded keen upon that venture and the place I am considering is to head for Rogues nightclub. Anyway, apart from all the people I have mentioned for the night, the black guy was there who tried selling me E’s.

On that note, the blonde Marguerite asked me at the start of the night if I was on any drugs, disbelieving that I could go all night without some help. “Nope, I uttered, what about you,” hoping that she would be drug free as well. However, despite my optimism, she told me she took drugs but because it was hard to hear, I think she was taking E’s.

Also on the list of add-ons, Redd, Diamond, Daphne, Jonas, Gustav, Sankar and Janice were all there. All the Lebs were also there including Wade, Yunus and Ziad who came over to shake my hand and be associated with me. He’s now got blonde hair and looks very club wise, Ziad, whom I met through Naqi.

Is That Naqi

Speaking of Naqi, at one stage when Anders came to talk with me, I noticed a guy on the stage that resembled Naqi to a tee. Completely turning off whatever Anders was saying to me, I just eyed him with my hostile eyes, uncaring that two or three Lebs were looking over, wondering what my problem was. They could probably sniff the trouble in my eyes and as this guy that looked like Naqi looked over, he kept his smile on his face but turned back probably anxious as to what I was thinking.

I don’t think it was Naqi although I can’t be too sure but for a minute I stood there, unmoving, staring a couple of heads down through the crowd at this guy. To tell you the truth, the Lebs that were looking back at me were much more defensive in their deliverance than I figured. As I would divert my eyes to their curiosity they would quickly back away, which isn’t like a Leb. Even the guy I was staring at decided not to put up any sort of challenge, he just obliviously looked away. The only possible explanation I can grant to their preventive abordination was because they figured I knew half the people in the club.

This episode came at a time when half the people were shaking my hand and chatting to me, even two guys that I’d never seen before that night. Luckily, nothing started that night but if it was Naqi, I definitely would have kicked up some fuss, probably walking up to him and snarling “You have some fucking nerve dancing up here bitch.”

I don’t know what the fascination was but everyone kept pinching my tits through the night. It must have been because they stood out of my shirt but I had Redd, Tyler, Lyssa and someone else give them a squirt including myself. Taking that as a compliment, I gathered my chest was a better portion to my confidence.