Hope's Chance(11)

It was so crowded now, that my dress issue became non—existent. We were surrounded by a crowd of people and there wasn’t exactly room for anyone to stare.

Rylee and I had been dancing around together for years. We would dance in our pajamas until we literally passed out. As we got older our practice paid off. We were always admired at the school dances and our boyfriends loved it. This new guy could be added to Rylee’s list of admirers he was clearly into her, and she grinded her ass into his legs.

I started to relax and just let the music take over my senses. We were here and it wasn’t so bad. I could handle this. It wasn’t as bad as I had feared it would be.



Chance



I followed Mark and Buffy to the bar on my motorcycle. The drive sucked because Mark drove that SUV slow as hell. If I had known where I was going I would have passed them once we got out of the development.

I was surprised how packed the little establishment was. Maybe everyone in the entire town had come out tonight. I pulled out my driver’s license even before it was my turn. I had just turned twenty one a few months back and it made me proud that I didn’t need a fake I.D. to get in anywhere. The bouncer at the door looked at my I.D. twice until he noticed my sister. She gave one of her million dollar smiles and he forgot about little me. Once she and Mark made it inside we got a table in the back and started looking at menus. We probably should have got here sooner, if we wanted to eat without loud music.

We each ordered something small and watched everyone dancing as we waited for our food. I was surprised how much my sister’s clothes fit in here. It seemed all of the women were dressed pretty hot. I had stopped being protective of my sister.

One night a guy followed her out of the club. Before she could even scream, he had managed to corner her in an alley. She said it only took her a few seconds to realize it and free herself. By the time she had screamed for the first time, the guy was on the ground. She had kicked him so hard in the balls that he fell to the ground. Once he was down she used her stilettos as a weapon and beat him to a pulp.

Before the police could come he begged her to not press charges, claiming he was married and it would ruin his life. She told him if she ever saw him again she would rip out his balls and nail them to his front door.

She never saw him again.

And I stopped worrying.

She had always been able to handle herself. Guys had been coming on to her since kindergarten. For as long as I could remember she always had a boyfriend. Once she got into high school she started dating older guys and now she preferred them much older. I couldn’t complain, she was in a happy place and Mark adored her.

When we had finished eating, my sister yanked us both out to the dance floor. She and Mark immediately began grinding all over each other, while I was left to shake around alone. After a few minutes Mark held up his hand and we were brought another round of beers.

I took my first sip and stopped dancing. In the center of the dance floor was something familiar. Two girls were dancing and grinding all over this one dude and they were wearing my sister’s dresses, that Mark and I had secretly thrown away when my sister wasn’t home. They were dresses she wore when she had been working as a dancer and Mark wanted them gone. I had gathered them up and taken them to a second hand store in town, figuring my sister would never know the difference.

Thankfully, Mark and Buffy were so caught up in each other, neither of them noticed. As I finished my beer, I found myself watching the two girls occasionally. They both filled them out, one of them even better than my sister had. They were really good dancers and it reminded me of a couple wild parties I had attended back at school.

When the song ended and a slow one came on, the couples started grouping together. I stood there alone and Mark and Buffy, as well as everyone else on the dance floor, grabbed their partners and began to slow dance.

That is when I realized the girl with the awesome body making her way off the dance floor. I followed the back of her with my eyes and realized I was unconsciously heading in her direction.

I leaned in behind her. “Hey beautiful, can I get you something to drink?” I asked.

She never turned around. “Sure. I guess I will have a Bud Light.”

I reached a ten over to the bartender. “Two Bud Lights please.”

When the bartender handed us the beers she finally turned around to hand me mine. Both of our faces froze.

“What are you doing here?” We said at the same time.

I took a big swig of beer. I couldn’t believe Hope was standing here in front of me.

“I came here with a friend. Please don’t tell my father?”

I gave her a quick smile and got closer to her. “I don’t have to tell him anything, if he sees you for himself.”

The color from her face left. “Oh God! He’s here?” She pointed to the floor.

“Yeah, he and Buff are out there dancing. I’m sure he didn’t see you. What is the big deal anyway?”

I looked up to see her downing the entire beer. She took the bottle and sat it back on the bar. It was empty. “I need to get out of here.”

“Why, what’s wrong?” I asked.

She ignored me. “Do you see my friend anywhere? She is wearing a platinum dress.”

“I know the dress well.” I whispered in her ear.

“I bet you do.” She said. I had to laugh. She thought I had been checking out her friend.