When the Latina points to me and curls her finger, calling me over, I point to myself. The giggler instantly smacks her friend's hand away then begins laughing. They don't have to call me a second time.

I walk out as the band starts cranking "Panama" by Van Halen. I won't be jumping around like the crew to my left or doing some seventies, John Travolta moves like the drunk fucks to the right. I'm gonna do me. I'm gonna grind.

As soon as I get to them, I put a hand on each of their hips and pull them both closer. One on each hip, I began to move. The sexy Latina places her hand on my chest, rubbing up and down my abs, before sliding the other one onto my back.

"Nice." She smiles as the giggler laughs. "You're nice and hard."

"Nothing wrong with that, is there?" I ask with a wink.

"Feel how hard he is," she instructs the giggler.

"No way," she says with a laugh. "Consent is fucking required."

The way she says fucking in a whispered screech makes me look at her. "What did you just say?"

She smiles that big-ass, drunken smile and repeats, "Consent is fucking required." This time, she says it with a little more confidence.

"You've got consent, squeak. You wanna feel me, you go right ahead."

"Oh, I couldn't." She shakes her head.

"Oh, please, girl, you sure as hell can." Her friend takes her hand and slaps it against my lower abs.

She starts to pull her hand away as she giggles again, but I hold my hand over hers, stopping her. "Consent is fucking given."

Her mouth drops open as her friend laughs and walks away. She looks down at my hand, "Oh. My. God."

I look down to see what she is talking about and I smile. "You like ink?"

"Well, I've never seen so much of it," she replies like she is lost in thought. She takes my hand, holding it up as she looks at it, really earnestly looking at the ink covering the top of my hand.

"Panama" is over and "Rock You like a Hurricane" by Scorpions plays next.

"We dancing, or are you gonna just stand here and look at my hands, babe?" I pull her hands up to rest on my shoulders then grab her hips and pull her a little closer as she finally moves in even closer on her own.

She smells like vanilla and spring, and after how hard winter has already fucked me, I fucking lust after spring. I look down at her closed eyes, her face relaxed. She is feeling the beat, and I am feeling her hips grind against me.

I'm growing hard, causing me to worry for a split second that she may not take kindly to that shit, but when she pushes against my erection, all of that dissipates. Yes, we are on the same page.

She continues rubbing against me with an occasional whimper or moan as we fall into a perfect rhythm together. I position my leg forward and pull her against it. When she is all but humping my leg, I lift her chin.

"As much as I enjoy hearing your sexy little noises, I think we either slow it down or return to the discussion started at the bar."

Her eyes are glazed, nearly black, as she nods. The black and red mask she is wearing only highlights the deep green color and the smolder in her eyes.

"You think you have something better than coming on my leg on a crowded dance floor in mind?"

She nods again.

"You wanna go finish this off somewhere less ... public?"

She bites her bottom lip innocently as she nods once again.

"Tell your friend you'll be back in ... a little while."

I leave her watching me walk toward the exit just off the dance floor, and then I watch her tell her friend something. As she walks back toward me, my cock stiffens even more.

I hold my hand out as she nears and, without hesitation, she takes it.

I look around to only find a closet. "It's not the Ritz, but it'll work."

As luck would have it, the door is unlocked. I open the door then close it behind us.

"It's dark," she whispers.

I grab the back of her head and bring it to mine. My mouth covers hers, and I push my tongue inside. She whimpers on contact and opens to let me lick inside her mouth.

"Mmm." I lick deeper.

"Mmm," she responds as her hands find their way to my hips.

I take her hand, bringing it down to my cock, but then she pulls away from our kiss.

"I don't even know your name," she states as she stills all movement.

"Call me Caldwell," I say, dropping to my knees in front of her.

I like to eat pussy as much as any man, maybe more, but I usually know the chick is clean first. Right now, the way her mouth tastes, it makes me want to eat it, to eat every inch of her. No way am I fucking about to wait to taste her cunt.

I raise her dress slowly, giving her ample time to tell me no. Then, I reach up and pull down her panties. "Step out, babe."

Without hesitation, she does, and then I shove her panties in my suit jacket pocket. There is no way we will find them in this damn closet when we finish-it's too damn dark.

My need only increases as I take in a deep breath through my nose, smelling her desire. I grab her leg and throw it over my shoulder before doing a face dive into the sexiest smelling pussy I have ever encountered.

I have to grab her ass to hold her up when she collapses as I tongue fuck her. I am so fucking hungry for her taste that I keep licking and sucking at her swollen lips through the aftershocks of her orgasm. The sounds escaping her mouth are like a siren calling to me. As her body slumps over me in satisfaction, her hands trembling as they hold onto my shoulders, she coos.

She is fucking cooing.

I force myself to stop and stand. Her arms wrap around my neck as I undo my pants and pull a condom out of my pocket.

"You gonna let me finish here?"

"Yes, yes, please," she says, her voice husky with desire.

I rip the condom open with my teeth then pull away enough to roll it down my cock before I lift her up.

"Wrap them around me," I instruct.

Her pussy is so wet, and thank fuck for that because she is so fucking tight I nearly come on the spot.

"Can't go slow," I groan.

"Then don't."

"Can't go easy," I say as I push into her heat again.

"Oh, God," she whimpers.

As I slam into her, she cries out. Again and again, I pump into her. Her pussy squeezes me as she comes again, loud and hard, her nails digging into my back through the material of my suit. God, I wish we were naked. The bite of pain I would surely be feeling as she claws me would only add to the feeling of her tight heat as I pound into her.

I groan as my cock swells, and I thrust into her one last time, spilling my seed.

"Oh, my God." Someone laughs as the door opens behind us.

I pull out, and she jumps down, kneeing me right in the nuts in her scurry. I double over, groaning in pain now, as she bends down, putting her shoes back on. She snaps up, and her head hits my nose.

"Son-of-a-bitch," I say, grabbing my nose with the hand that isn't holding my aching balls.

"Sorry. I am so sorry." She walks toward the light shining through the crack in the door that some fuck head didn't shut after barging in on us.

"Where you going?"

"Thank you. I had a good-umm ... thank you."

"You're welcome?" I question, unsure what the hell I am supposed to say. I don't know what the fuck is happening here. Never have I had a chick make a running escape out the door like this before.

My balls are still throbbing as I straighten my pants. Running a hand over my now very tight feeling suit, I step out into the hall, still trying to sort out what just happened. I am met by a smirking Latina.

I nod. "Where's she at?"

"She had a great time, says maybe she'll see you around."

I laugh. "Is that so?"

"It is," she says, standing taller.

I stand with my hands on my hips, wondering what the hell to do next. "Tell her, come grab me when she wants to ... dance." With that, I walk out to the ballroom.

Chapter Four.

*Olivia*

My goodness, what is that smell? I think to myself as I try to lift my overly heavy eyelids while my nose stings with the assault of something burning. My head throbs, my body aches, and I am not quite sure where I am as my eyes struggle to open and face the blaring lights around me.

"Shit, shit, shit," I hear Tabby shriek from another room.

I pat the space around me, realizing I am on a couch. I blink, my eyes tearing up in the light. Closing one eye, I try to give my mind a reprieve as I look around me.

Tabby's apartment. I am on her couch.

Taking a glance at my body, I see I am still wearing the black dress from last night.

Last night...

What did I do? We went to the charity masquerade ball. We had a few drinks to help me relax. Tabby said I needed to let loose for just once. We danced.

Oh. My. God.

I was dancing with the man, the one from the bar. We kissed-okay, we mauled each other. Slowly, the memories invade my pounding head.

The closet.

The janitor's closet. What the hell have I done? What was his name? Coggsworth? Codwell?

Sitting up, I rest my elbows on my knees and cradle my head in my heads as I rack my hungover brain to remember his name. I have never done anything like this before in my life. I can't believe I let him do things to me ... those kinds of things ... in a closet at a fundraiser. Alcohol is a true inhibitor. I didn't even think to react. I didn't even think to stop him.

The smells of burning eggs-yes, definitely burnt eggs-and something else assaults my nose, causing me to lurch. Jumping up, I rush to the bathroom, making it to the toilet just in time for my stomach to revolt and empty itself.

When I finish and am left dry heaving, I look over to the doorway to see Tabby, a disheveled mess herself, smiling down at me. Tears have filled my eyes from puking, and she is standing there smiling at me like the cat who caught the canary.

"Good morning, sunshine."

"Ugh," is my simple reply as I fight to keep from heaving again.

"You look like hell, buttercup." She smiles even bigger at me, causing the mascara streaks under her eyes to mock me further.

"You are far too perky this morning for looking just as bad as I do," I groan at her.

"You should be perky after your midnight rendezvous in the closet."

Involuntarily, my hand comes up to cover my mouth in embarrassment. Tabby was the one who opened the door. I bolted past her to the bathroom to clean up and make my escape.

"Don't tell me you don't remember. That guy was smokin', not someone I would expect to be easily forgotten." She moves over to the sink, wetting a washcloth before handing it to me.

"I didn't forget him. I just ... I don't do that sort of thing. One night stands, that's not me, Tabby."

"Don't beat yourself up, Livi. I know what you went through. I know how far you've come. This is a win for you. This is your year of empowerment and letting go."

"This isn't me. I don't go off with strangers." The more I think on it, the more my mind swirls. I hunch over the toilet again, releasing the last of my meager contents.

"Come on, I'll get you some coffee. I tried to make breakfast, but I'm too hungover myself. I burned the hashbrowns and the eggs. For a minute, I thought I was going to set off the smoke alarm."