"I can't believe this," Nikita remarked turning to the group. "You guys have got to come take a look."
"What's all the fuss about?" Walter was clearly annoyed. "If you mean Birkoff, that's old news. The boy comes from a long line of dancers. He's got talents you guys never dreamed of."
Michael was simply not interested. Being out with the gang was not exactly how he had hoped to spend this evening. Too many people and not enough Nikita for his liking. He watched as Nikita stood at the balcony, her body moving in sensual time to the music. Another time, perhaps.
"I have got to get some of that," Nikita commented. The minute this dance is over, I've got dibs on Birkoff. She shot a quick glance Michael's way. Seeing her dance with Birkoff would surely get his attention. She would see to it.The song ended and Birkoff and Gail made their way back to the table.
"Just when we thought we had you figured out, Seymour, you throw us a curve," Madeline said.
"Yeah, Birky's a natural," Gail said as she rubbed the top of his head. "You haven't lived until you've danced with him."
"All right, Birkoff. My turn." Nikita grabbed him by the hand, pulling him to his feet. Pulling him close, she whispered in his ear. "Let's put on a show for Michael. Don't hold back."
Birkoff was loving this. He was crazy about Gail, but to have the chance to dance with Nikita was practically orgasmic. He couldn't care less if it was to be for Michael's benefit...he'd savor every minute of it.
"I'm all yours." With that they headed for the dance floor. Michael feigned disinterest but his eyes were locked on to Nikita.
Part 2
The feeling in the room was nothing short of electric. Birkoff led Nikita through the throngs of people,searching for just the right spot on the dance floor. Michael Jackson's "Billy Jean" had just started to play. Nikita thought there couldn't have been a more perfect song. Lots of bass and a backbeat that would allow her lots of leeway when it came to bumping and grinding.
Birkoff was on her like white on rice. Taking her in his arms, she melded into him, their bodies becoming one. Wherever he led her, she followed, completely entranced with the way he moved. They would spin and dip, Birkoff holding her so tightly she thought she'd burst a lung.
"Birkoff, you're like a different person," Nikita said a little breathless. "I'll never look at you the same way again." She laughed as he dipped her, her long hair brushing the floor.
He leaned over her, his eyes burning a hole through hers. "I'm full of surprises."
By now everyone at the table had had an eyeful. Michael stood at the balcony railing, his mouth slightly agape. Nikita was in her element, she was making him crazy and there was nothing he could do about it. He couldn't blame Birkoff. He would have done the same for a chance to hold Nikita in his arms.
Gail rose to stand next to Michael. "They're really working it, huh, Michael?" Her tone was decidedly teasing. "We may never get them off the dance floor."
Michael stood silent as he continued to watch, his eyes fixating on the sliver of belly that emerged each time Nikita would raise her hands above her head. Her intentions were not lost on him. She was achieving her goal. He ached for her.
As the song ended, Nikita and Birkoff pried themselves apart, both a little sweaty but buzzing from the adrenalin rush. Nikita kissed Birkoff lightly onthe cheek. "And here I thought this idea of partying together would be a disaster. Boy, was I wrong. Thanks, Birkoff."
"My pleasure, babe," Birkoff replied as he winked at Nikita. "Michael's a lucky man."
"Yeah," Nikita sighed, turning to face Birkoff. "And I'm lucky, too. I've got you for a friend."
THE END
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