Adrian(na) Takes Ryan

Most of the club was dark, only the light came from above the stage, illuminating the band playing. No one really knew who the rock band was except for their family and girlfriends sitting at a table up near the stage. Many people stayed near the bar and tried to talk above the music. There was a small crowd outside the doors of smokers cycling through to have a cigarette. The music was danceable enough for the floor to be filled. Some just stood pumping their fist or slamming into their neighbor. Others danced in pairs, running their hands up and down their partner's body, grinding their hips together, the liquor in their bloodstream causing them to pay more attention to the piece of flesh near them than the music.

One couple consisted of a tall, lanky young man with his shorter escort standing behind him, her body pressed up against his. He pushed his ass up against her pelvis, his arms up in the air, his body slightly twisting to the music. The woman's arms wrapped around his body so her hands grasped his shoulders. The man wore a black t-shirt that pressed tightly against his body, jeans which that were snug around his hips and ass but tapered down to his dark colored boots. The woman slowly slid her hands from his shoulders down his chest. She felt his sides before moving her hands inward. For an instant she firmly pressed against his crotch then quickly moved down touching his inner thighs. Her hands then moved up again, taking hold of his hips. He brought his own arms down around hers, reaching around her body to grab her ass. The bass drum pounded a loud, steady beat and the woman began to drive herself up against his ass, moving her pelvis up and down slightly with every beat.

As the song ended the vocalist made the announcement of the next song was the last of their set. The first cords indicated a crappy rock ballad. A few members of the crowd grumbled, but the couple continued dancing. The woman let go of her partner and twisted him around. She kept hold of his hips and he put his arms up around her shoulders. She looked up him and he replied with a smile. The woman tried not to smile back, but she couldn't help herself. The back eyeliner he wore made her even warmer in the hot conditions in the club; his smile also made her happy.