Through body language and hand gestures, I could tell the bulky security guard was explaining that touching the girls was against the rules.
Drunk Dude huffed, gave the dancer one last lingering look, then staggered over to the bar.
My eyes trailed back over to the girl who was still moving around as though nothing happened and, suddenly, I couldn’t look away. I was captivated.
Not because she was hot—and she was hot—but because she was smiling. A big, genuine smile.
Her movements kept in time with the peppy beat of ‘Vacation’ by the Go-Go’s as she started hopping around.
Her big ‘80s-styled hair flew through the air as she spastically tilted her head from side to side. The long chocolate strands whipped around the confines of the cage and I swear I could see her laughing.
She was having fun. She loved this.
The jean shorts she had on were so short that I could see her ass cheeks hanging out of the bottom and my eyes traveled down her toned legs, then back up. Her waist was tiny and she had an hourglass shape with full breasts, which were jiggling with her every move.
This was entertainment.
Not only was this girl gorgeous and sexy—she was also goofy as fuck. She did some sort of head-banging move before twirling around like a ballerina.
She was still grinning and her chest shook with giggles. I could almost imagine what it would sound like to hear her laugh.
And as I watched, I found myself laughing along.