I exempted myself from their droll company, and made my way in the direction of the slutty dressed temptress who boldness excited me. My eyes devoured every inch from her hot pink top all the way down to her too--tight, black skirt. Oh, yes baby, gaudy to the max. Half way across the room our eyes locked. What a twinkle. Don't look away, I begged with silent longing. Her hands waved back and forth as she stepped away from the bluebloods, touching each of them on the shoulder as she moved. Touch me, touch me, I pleaded. How long had it taken this angel to stuff her folds into that stifling outfit? And next time would she let me help her? Every lewd action I planned to take against her formed into a plan before we ever spoke.
"Hey. I'm Mandy. Want to dance? Get a drink?" A red headed bimbo, perfect teeth and make up, slid up beside me, drunk as a skunk. I noticed a wink my way from Mr. Hizeman.
"No thanks. I'm meeting a friend over there." I attempted to walk away quietly but she wouldn't give up. I pointed to my dream girl. "She's waiting for me."
"That cow? What would you want with her? I can make your dreams come true, soldier." She moved my hand to her ass. My destination girl's eyebrows rose in question.
I shook my head vehemently back and forth. "If you were a man I'd punch the living daylights out of you. I haven't even met her and I already know she's more woman than you'll ever be." I jerked away from the simpleton and she fell face down on the floor. Several guests ran to her rescue throwing a few insults my way as they helped her stand. All that mattered was closing the gap between where I stood and the striking vision before me.