>>19652670Carmody chuckles at the mention of their co-workers.
>"Yeah, I'm sure everyone else is out at some place lame like Club Xtacy. But hell yeah, let's get up and dance.Carmody Jefferson quickly finishes her drink and sets it on the bar, then takes Sola Fire's hand and hurries up to the dance floor. There she starts to dance with Sola, her body pulsing and rocking to the beat of the music, her movements rippling through her form-fitting dress, her hips thrusting and popping with the moves of her lithe legs, her breasts bouncing and swaying. She has the rhythm and coordination that have come from a few summers of formal dance lessons, but here in this environment some of the awkwardness of an Arkansas country girl who's seldom been out clubbing much shows through as well.
A sheen of sweat is building up on Carmody's skin as they move under the hot lights on the dance floor, and she leans close to Sola and whispers in her ear in a hot purr.
>"I love watching your body move like this."Her hand trails down the side of Sola's waist and and gropes her butt.
