Margo's Night (Interracial Erotica) by Violet Williams Page B

unconcerned about her love handles or her ass or everyone staring at her. But there was just something about the night, about the way he looked at her that made everything else irrelevant.
    When they hit the center of the huddle of people bumping and grinding to the rhythm, Margo released his hand and threw hers up in the sky. She rolled her stomach like a belly dancer and just let loose. All her worries about exams, about her lackluster love life, about her hang ups, melted away as she shook her body, shaking away all her issues in time.
    A ripple of heat flashed through her when she felt her partner step up behind her, his firm body moving against hers. He shot down the stereotype, moving with the affinity of someone that knew exactly how to carry a beat in his bones.
    She spun to face him, grinning from head to toe as she saw the smirk on his face as he popped and locked it like the best of them.
    She danced a little closer, leaning her mouth toward his ear. "Go 'head witcha bad self!" She gasped when she felt one of his arms rope around her waist and pull her close.
    "You ain’t seen nothing yet,” he breathed dangerously.
    Margo froze and her eyes went wide as she felt the stiff length of him against her groin. That couldn't all be him!
    He must have picked up on her surprise because he took one of her hands and brought it to his erection.
    "You see what you do to me?" he said thickly, his eyes burning into her.
    Margo yanked her hand back, suddenly very aware of everything. Of the heat pouring off the people around them in waves. The nervousness that settled in her cheeks, turning them beet red. The carnal clench between her legs.
    But she didn't know this guy. As much as she tried to pretend she could be just like Kerry and Liz, a seductress, a predator, she was out of her element. She just wanted to dance, not jerk off some guy on the dance floor.
    When she tried to pull away from him, his grip tightened and he brought her closer. "Don't you wanna see what you do to me? Feel it?” He stuck his tongue in her ear. “Taste it?”
    Margo gathered her wits about her and shoved him away, moving away from him before she knocked him upside the head. That was a bit much. She didn’t even know his name and he was talking about her giving him a blow job? What kind of girl did he think she was?
    Kerry was at the cusp of the floor, backing it up against some guy as her drink sloshed over the rim. She scanned the room for Liz and saw her regaling a circle of admirers, each one more riveted than the last. If she wasn't mildly freaked out by the guy practically assaulting her on the dance floor, she might have been able to appreciate the irony that once again, she was retreating to the bathroom.
    She turned on her heels and marched in the direction of the ladies room, grimacing as she weaved in and out of the crowd. She reached for the door handle and cried out when she felt someone yank her to the right, shoving her into the pitch darkness of a room beside the bathroom. The door clicked closed with a snap and her nostrils flared as she caught a whiff of clorox and disinfectant. A supply closet.
    Just when she got ready to scream and claw someone's eyes out, the light switched on.
    It was the guy from the dance floor.
    He perked an eyebrow when he took in Margo's fighting stance and balled fist. "You gonna knock me out?"
    She relaxed a little, letting out a nervous chuckle. "S-sorry. I didn't know it was you."
    He took a step forward, his icy eyes glittering in the dim light. "You left in a hurry."
    Margo took a step backward, trying to seem chill. "I, uh-"
    "It's okay," he shushed her. "I was a little forward." He scanned her up and down and let out a 'mm' of approval. "You're just so damn hot."
    Margo blushed, raking a hand through her hair. "Thank you."
    He took another step, slowly bridging the gap between them. "You know, if you really wanna thank me, you can let me see just how hot you are beneath all those clothes." He was