My 500-word challenge was to write a story involving a scenario where dancing was the only way to get out. Rules of the challenge was to just write the story and not worry about anything else. Please let me know what you think.
Rex kissed the back of her hand. “Your dance just saved my butt.” He exited the door to freedom.
Rex took refuge inside the nightclub to get away from the scorned
woman. He could count on both hands the
number of women he’d led on, but this time it backfired. He had ticked off the wrong woman and she was
hot to tell him about it. Getting lost inside the nightclub was the perfect
hiding place.
Rex liked the place was jammed. He strolled inside where he saw a woman
alone. He felt sweat bead on his
forehead. His major downfall was
beautiful women. A beautiful woman,
standing alone, called for him to intervene.
Rex always attracted women by flashing his boyish smile. His devilish good-looks aided in his craft
also.
He drew in a deep breath deciding to hit on her. What did he have to lose? The woman he’d pissed off at the bar would
never find him in here. In a deep,
alluring voice he said, “Hello.”
She looked over at him, smiled, and returned her attention
to the dancers on the floor.
Rex chuckled as he rocked back and forth. She was playing hard to get. That tactic would not work on him. “You know a reply would be nice.”
She smoothed down her dress.
“Okay. Hello. Satisfied?”
He rubbed his hands together welcoming the challenge to win
her over. “It’s a start. Are you here
alone?”
“I’m with friends,” she replied pointing to a couple
slow-dancing on the floor.
“And they left you alone?
Shame on them. So what’s your name?”
She eyed him and sighed. “Monica. What’s yours?”
“Rex,” he said offering a smile. Something told him to turn around. When he did, the woman from the bar was scanning
the room.
“Shoot!” He panicked looking around for a way out. He couldn’t go out the door he came in; the
woman would definitely spot him. He had
to think fast. Across the dance floor
was the red exit sign. “Would you like
to dance?” He asked.
“Sure, I’d love to dance.”
A salsa number pounded out of the club’s larger
speakers. Monica began to dance. Rex
hadn’t planned to dance since he couldn’t manage a simple two-step, but she
didn’t leave him much choice. His hips
gyrated off-beat to the fast music. He
probably looked as foolish as he felt, but he didn’t care. His concern was to get out of the club before
the woman he’d burned spotted him dancing. He danced Monica away from the
middle of the dance floor inching closer to the exit.
“Slow it down, will ya?” she snarled.
“Sorry about that,” he said as he looked across the room and
saw the angry woman point her finger in his direction. She was coming and fast.
As the song concluded, his last chance to escape ended,
also. He spun Monica around in his arms
until he reached the door.
Monica stood dazed.
“What in the world was that?”
Rex kissed the back of her hand. “Your dance just saved my butt.” He exited the door to freedom.
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