The woman was exactly the sort that Nancy liked. Not skinny, but not chubby, either - just the right amount of meat on her bones. She watched the ash-blonde walk past her, heading for a booth.<i>Ah fuck, what name am I using? </i>Normally she had no trouble keeping track, but all she could think of right at that moment was the soft cascade of snow-white curls that bounced around as the curvy hips swayed back and forth. She licked her lips.<i>Oh god, please be pushy, be confident, know what you want...!</i>Their eyes met. A song leapt into her head from nowhere...<br/><br/><i>Some enchanted evening, you may see a stranger,<br/>
You may see a stranger across a crowded room,<br/>
And somehow you know, you know even then,<br/>
That somehow you'll see here again and again.</i><br/><br/>After the first verse, the lyrics were lost in the sudden blaring of a popular disco song from the live DJ on the stage. But it was too late. Her hand raised all by itself, a casual wave, a twiddle of the fingers. Blondie waved back, smiling.<i>Abigail.... That's the one. Abigail... er, Shit, what's the surname? Trenton? No, Stretton, that's it. Abigail Stretton.</i>Not that it really mattered if she gave the woman a different name to the one she'd given the bouncers at the door and that was on the credit card she'd paid at the bar with. (A credit card that would, like all others before it, be maxed out and abandoned, as it was on a fake name and fake address). The woman would probably never even think to check. But the woman liked to keep things neat and tidy, even when she was not working, because if you get sloppy, you get caught, and it's the<i>little </i>mistakes that get you caught, because you don't notice them but other people do. And so she<i>was</i>Abigail Stretton, bank clerk at a branch of one of the Big Four. She realised at that moment that she'd been staring. Abi sipped her drink and looked away, blushing slightly. She looked back and saw the woman with the incredible hair and the cool blue eyes stand up and come towards her.<br/><br/>Abi pushed herself away from the bar and moved easily through the crowd, ignoring the occasional jostle - some accidental and some - like the hand that trailed across her breasts - quite definitely deliberate. The music eas deafening now, and the bodies on the dance floor heaved and gyrated. Abi fended off a move to grab at her and momentarily lost sight of her quarry, But that hair and skin, that actually seemed to fluoresce under the disco lights, were a lighthouse in the tempestuous sea of people.<i>There she is! </i>Somehow the woman had moved past Abi, and so the auburn haired woman turned, stepped closer, let out a breath directly into the delicately curved ear. "Hi..."<br/><br/>Blondie turned and almost took a step back when she realised that Abigail was right next to her. The voice was soft and yet it carried even over the throbbing music. "Dance with me," Abi's voice was soft too, but infinitely persuasive, Dancing was something she was good at, but her new friend was better. She admired the soft yet firm curves of her companion as the blonde swayed and moved to the music, their bodies so close together that it was inevitable that they touched, and did so frequently. Then came the almost inevitable "floor clearance" number - the slow dance. The Soft mellow tones of The Righteous Brothers'<i><a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3Dqiiyq2xrSI0&amp;hash=cf55a7bc71a809bb2719503ee3ea3346" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qiiyq2xrSI0" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">Unchained Melody</a> </i>filled the air. The dance floor did empty, but only enough to allow the couples that remained sufficient room to dance properly around each other. Which none of them did, standing close and swaying on the spot, mostly.<br/><br/>Abi grinned and grabbed the woman, pulling her into an embrace, not just casually brushing their breasts against one another's now, but actively pressing their bodies together. Blue eyes stared into blue eyes, and Abigail resisted the temptation for just long enough to make the gorgeous woman in her arms wonder if she would or not. Her head tipped slightly to one side and she pressed her mouth against that of this total stranger. She was allowing the other woman to lead the dance but she had initiated their first kiss. Abi kept her eyes open, knowing that this was a seriously stupid thing she was doing, but she didn't care. Right now all she wanted was to lie naked on her back and have this woman sit astride her face.<br/><br/>The song ended and segued into<i><a class="link link--external" data-proxy-href="/proxy.php?link=https%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DxEkB-VQviLI&amp;hash=9b6a8cb7346e6f41f902230ac896cfda" href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xEkB-VQviLI" rel="nofollow ugc noopener" target="_blank">You've Lost That Lovin' Feelin'</a>, </i>the song that was given a new lease of life by the 80's movie<i>Top Gun.</i>Abi grinned and led her dance partner back to the bar, ordered them both another drink and then followed her to the booth she'd been in before, that miraculously was still empty. "Hi. I'm Abi. Nice to meet you. I'm not usually this forward, but hell, I think I'm in lust!" She blushed and grinned. "Um... Have you eaten this evening? I could murder a kebab and I know a great little place...!"