"Why don't you go, and ask her out?"The rest of the gang joined him right away. They urged me on until I got up. Half hopeful and half apprehensive, I...went over to her table. She looked at me quizzically. I was about to ask her if she would mind for a casual chat, but DJ Storm switched the slow waltz to the club beats. Instead, I said, "Erm ... will you dance with me?"She remained tight-lipped and I thought I was ruined; but instantly, her lips curved into a smile. "Sure," she said. It was a. Her arms were up, handsclasped behind her head. She was breathing in raggedgasps, and I had hardly touched her when her body shookwith orgasm. “Do it, Karen”, she whispered. “Do it. Dome.” Do me. I couldn’t believe I was hearing that – from aWOMAN! But for some reason, I no longer felt anynausea, no discomfort. I was still very, very nervous,and still not sure if this was really happening, but Ididn’t feel sick any more. The look on her face as. ..........................................................................................................................Kara walked in to the dimly lit bar, and ordered a vodka rocks. Sitting on the tall leather bar stool Kara looked around the room and sucked her drink down way to fast.Three drinks later she was on the dance floor, swaying her hips to the music, telling man after man to fuck off as they came up to her.She knew when Jason has entered the room, she could feel the air change,. She’d heard him.For the past fourteen days she’d grown comfortable with him. And, jeez, when he smiled! When he smiled, her chest felt tight. She liked him, a lot. Actually, she admitted to herself, she had a small crush on him. He was kinda dashing and mysterious and ruggedly cute.Callie studied his face, his brows drawn in concentration. He was all angles and planes, his nose perfectly straight, mouth broad. His chin was angular, cheeks high. She could see his American Indian heritage, his.