With a grin, Sharon drained her bottle, then all but dragged her quarry out into the heaving mass of bodies. "Come on then!" She was already swaying to the heavy beat before they made it to the edge of the dance floor, Tammy's left hand gripped tight in he right. It was crowded and frenetic and she deliberately led her partner to the most densely packed area, then pulled her close.<br/><br/>Dancing has been part of the human mating ritual for as long as records go back. Styles change, music changes, but the ultimate goal has always been sex. In the present day night club the sex often starts while the dancing is still going on.<br/><br/>Sharon's hands were on Tammy's backside, holding the cute girl whom she decided as a white light strobed in an epileptic frenzy, was a redhead, so their bellies were pressed against each other. Sharon's hips made rhythmic grinding movements, as her hands gripped and squeezed the tight little mounds through the leggings, feeling the outline of the panties under them. Her chest wasn't exactly huge, and her breasts were smaller than Tammy's , but she managed to get their nipples to clash a few times through the cloth of both their tops. And all the while her face wore an predatory grin that said<i>I'm going to eat you alive!</i><br/><br/>The music was so loud it was inaudible, all that could be heard was the bass, thumping out a rhythm,<i>Whum Whum Whumpa Whum</i>, over and over again. The rhythm changed as the DJ segued a different track.<i>Whumpa-whumpa-whum-whum-whumpa</i>. Sharon stepped back, bumping someone behind her without caring. She pushed Tammy back a step too, grabbed the girl's hands and spun her around so they were facing the same way. Now her belly was grinding against Tammy's behind, and her face was buried in the ginger tresses. She released the grl's hands and her own began exploring Tammy's front, up and down from shoulder to thigh, pausing regularly to squeeze her breasts, tweak her nipples, and explore the hot, increasingly damp area between her thighs.<br/><br/>The music stopped for a moment and Sharon let out a sight and wrapped her arm around her prize, led her back to the bar. "You want to get out of here? Let's go to your place. Mine is a bit of a problem."