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Either way, your sister was a HUGE Dazzler fan, and she was going to be sooo jealous once you told her about this!
As the sound and lights crystallized into a dizzying, seizure inducing display that made you feel like you were on DMT, you and Ana moved in a feverish frenzy. Despite the tangle of limbs and the press of bodies closing in on you, you felt completely free to move as you pleased.
It was rather fortunate that the obligatory epilepsy warning that Dazzler gave out before her performances didn’t pertain to you or your date, because you wouldn’t have missed this for the world!
It was a unique experience that couldn’t be properly conveyed through words or pictures. You just had to be there, in the moment. For one night, you forgot about your worries—the anxieties that plagued you on a regular basis. They didn’t matter. The only thing that mattered was the rhythm—the pulsating sound and lights, and the beautiful woman standing before you. She moved her body with a fluidity and natural grace that you couldn’t replicate. But she made it very clear that you were welcome to show your appreciation.
You explored her gyrating body with your hands, fully aware that everyone around you was paying more attention to the music than they were you. Even still, there was a thrill of excitement that shot through you at making such a bold, public display of affection.
Your hands went from her hips to her ass, and she flashed a seductive grin as she continued to move, unbothered by the intimate contact. Soon enough, she had her back pressed against you, her ass now rubbing against your crotch with every movement.
Your hands traveled from her hips to her breasts, and you gave one a squeeze as your other hand caressed her inner thigh. She let out a breathy moan that was almost lost in the sound of Dazzler’s performance.
You didn’t even care that she was reaching around to grab and occasionally tug at your hair. This moment was everything, and you didn’t want it to end.
Your hand, which had once been copping a feel, was now gripped in her hand, and your other hand had somehow found its way back to her waist. You and Ana swayed together to the music, laughing to yourselves as the powerful vibrations send shivers up your spine and along your skin. You only had a light buzz from you drinking earlier, and you found yourself wishing that the path to the bar wasn’t a one -way trip. There was no way that you were making it back if you left this spot.
Oh, well. You’d have time to get drunk when you got back to the hotel. But you didn’t want to think about leaving just yet. You wanted to sit here, swaying to the beat, your body pressed against Anastasia, her ponytail tickling your nose every now and again.
Completely by accident, you somehow managed to plan a pretty amazing date. Not bad, Parker. Not bad at all.
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