Whether she heard me or not, I didn’t know. If she did, she ignored me and kept right on walking. I started moving through the crowd to follow her when suddenly a pair of hands encircled my hips.
Darting a glance over my shoulder, I reached down to remove the offending hands and free myself. One of the girls from over at the bar before flashed me a smile and wink and plastered herself to my back.
Before I could extricate myself from her surprisingly firm grasp, one of her friends appeared in front of me. She gave me a sultry smile, bringing her arms up to loop them around my neck.
I reached for her hands, about to pry them free when two more girls caught my attention. They were standing on either side of me, also dancing close.
I wasn’t going to get away from them. Fuck.
Both girls who had their hands on me tightened their grip so much it was like they freaking sensed I was trying to make a break for it. Finally, I stopped trying.
Never-fucking-mind. It was probably better that I didn’t get to the take the girl home anyway.