"I love to dance, how about you?" Linda asked hopefully. Tricia was a little worried, since he had never danced as a man before, and wasn't sure if he'd move the way he was expected to. He also felt a little vulnerable, having left the ultimate remote at home. Nevertheless, having come this far, he didn't want to back down.
"That sounds great, know any good spots?" Tricia asked, pasting an eager look on his face.
Arriving at the club with Linda, Tricia felt the stares from the patrons. Despite the loud music and the crowd of people on the floor, eyes seemed to follow him everywhere he went. While Linda wasn't bad-looking, she was no supermodel either, and many of the females - as well as some of the males - failed to hide their jealous glances. Linda may have been self-conscious as well, but once they reached the dance area, she seemed to relax and enjoy the music. While Tricia started out a bit stiff and uncomfortable, seeing Linda move with abandon soon drew him in as well, and the close-quarters movement excited him quite a bit. Finally, sweaty and panting, the two found themselves a table.
"Let me grab us something to drink!" Tricia shouted to Linda over the thumping bass. Making his way over to the bar, he pulled out a few banknotes and ordered two drinks from the bartender. As he turned around to carry the drinks back, Tricia's elbow nudged another person, luckily not spilling the drinks.
"Oh, sorry about that..." Tricia's voice trailed off as he saw the person he had bumped into. It was an extremely attractive young man with light auburn hair, a few days stubble, and laughing eyes. If Tricia had still been a woman, she would have been drooling over him. As she was, Tricia still felt a magnetic pull, and a rather interesting shift in her pants.
"No problem, man," the guy said, waving Tricia off. Tearing his eyes away and reminding himself he was here with Linda, Tricia weaved his way back to the table, only to find Linda was not alone. Standing beside the table was...