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Shelly was leaning on the counter the bar. Just noticed the three girls hyper-and hypo-rigged dressed, until they tried to order.
Instead of using the touch screen, tried to speak, getting only result to look like a fish gasping, the voices completely annihilated by the music. In a gesture to the bartender angrily pointed to the touchscreen and the girls looked, hesitating between embarrassment and amusement.
'punk', Shelly thought, almost affectionately.
He finished with a sip her drink and headed for the track, with its sway feline, ready to cut through the crowd invaded light elegance. Many heads turned as he passed, men and women in equal numbers. She was tall, perfect body, green eyes and dark red hair.
was beautiful and was well aware of it. And how could it be otherwise? After endless hours in the gym to sculpt the body, cosmetic surgery to smooth blemishes, poise and dance lessons ...
He noticed that a man, dark complexion, sculpted muscles, lips, watching her with something more than mere admiration. He decided to play the game. She approached him and began to dance, practically clinging to each other. The people around watching them with longing, trying to absorb at least a reflection of sensuality emanating from the couple.
The man was always more provocative, was looking for to bring the situation beyond the breaking point. The music ended and Shelly breathed a sigh of relief, the case helped her break away before things fell.
as he began another song she slipped away. He reached the door of the toilet, squinting because of the neon lit up the bruises common part of the basin. He looked absently at his reflection in the mirror, ignoring the looks of admiration, envy, even of sexual desire that threw the other women.
The music was reduced to background noise that accompanied the thoughts of Shelly. He closed his eyes, struggling with herself to hold back the tears.
Christ, he had everything he had always wanted, and still was not satisfied! A man, incredibly sexy, and she had desired had run away. What was wrong?
opened his eyes, pretended to control the make-up and left the toilet, hoping to blend into the crowd, in the gloom, in the anonymity of disco. But his desire was to be frustrated as he tried to cross the track, silence descended on the club, which seemed to have crystallized at the moment when the music, all sound had ceased.
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