Fighting For a Second Chance (Fighting 1)
“You look hot as hell! Every guy in here is going to want to dance with you. Maybe tonight you’ll finally live a little and do the dirty-dirty with someone.” She waggles her brows, and I can’t help but laugh at her silly facial expression and the fact that she’s referring to having sex as the dirty-dirty.
“I’m not going to lose my virginity to some strange guy here in Miami,” I whisper-yell while looking around to make sure nobody overhears me in line. Yes, I’m still a virgin. I know, how cliché. The nerdy girl graduates from high school with a four-point-five grade-point-average and has never even been kissed by a guy.
While I spent the last several years focusing on school, Kayla spent them being a social butterfly, and that includes having plenty of casual sex she has no problem describing to me in full detail. Let’s just say I’ve been living vicariously through Kayla the last few years.
Don’t get me wrong, she isn’t a slut by any means, but she’s definitely had her fair share of guys in her bed when her parents are away on business. She has mentioned numerous times she doesn’t want a relationship and makes sure to keep it strictly casual.
Unlike my stay-at-home mom, Kayla’s parents are both attorneys for a large firm. According to Kayla, her parents’ relationship is more of a business partnership than an actual marriage. Because of their demanding careers, they’re rarely ever home, which means Kayla has plenty of time and opportunity to have fun. You know what they say, when the parents are away the kids will play. Hell, if it were possible, Kayla would major in playing.
Just as I begin to think we’re going to be stuck in line all night, the bouncer comes walking up to us. He’s huge. I’m talking muscles on top of muscles, and he’s wearing shades even though it’s dark outside. I’m going to assume it’s a scare tactic, because otherwise, why would someone wear shades when there’s no sun?
In a bored, flat tone he tells us one of the VIPs has invited us to join him. Looking around to make sure he’s speaking to us, I begin to ask if he has the right girls, when Kayla immediately jumps in.
“Sounds fabulous!”
He walks us to the podium and puts wristbands on us after barely checking our IDs. He notifies somebody over his walkie-talkie to escort us to VIP, and Kayla is practically jumping out of her skin with excitement. Before we go in, she asks the bouncer to please thank whoever invited us in for the invitation.
“His name is Cooper and you can thank him yourself once you get up to the VIP area.” With that, he points us in the direction of the hallway and goes back to manning his post.
We’re immediately hit with the pounding bass of David Guetta and Akon singing the lyrics to Sexy Bitch, and I can’t help but sway my hips to the music as we walk toward the dance floor. Dancing is my guilty pleasure. We dance at the house parties our friends throw, but I love nothing more than to turn the music up in my room and get lost in the lyrics and rhythm.
The hostess attempts to show us where the VIP area is, but Kayla and I head right toward the gyrating bodies. On our way toward the center of the club, I take a second to look around and am enamored with the scene in front of me. To the left is a huge bar that wraps around the corner with the entire back wall full of mirrors, stacked with at least three levels of liquor. I wonder how the bartenders get the liquor down. Up ahead on the second floor is a huge deejay booth with a young guy spinning a turntable. Surrounding the dance floor are high-top tables for people to stand at with their drinks.
I look up and spot what must be the VIP section. My eyes trail to the ceiling to find strobe lights everywhere in various shades pulsing over all the bodies. It’s all so mesmerizing. I can easily see how people can get addicted to the clubbing scene. This is nothing like the house parties we’ve been to throughout high school.
Watching the sweaty bodies rubbing up on one another has me getting this tingly feeling in my stomach. I know we should go thank whomever this Cooper guy is, but all I want to do is dance.
Kayla takes my hand and we move through the sea of hot bodies that are grinding one another to the center of the dance floor. She begins swaying her arms above her head to the rhythm of the song while moving her ass back and forth as I do the same. Locking her eyes with mine, she gives me her signature wink. We both turn around, facing away from each other, and as Akon sings about the girl’s booty and not being able to take no more, she grinds her ass against mine while we continue to sway our hips and dance like nobody is watching. She turns back around and grinds her pelvis into my ass with one hand in the air and the other resting on my hip. I grind back while swaying both my arms above my head.