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I see you across the dance floor. Young, barely out of your teens, so innocent and moldable. You are standing against the wall while I stand up from my seat at the table. Our eyes meet. You see a predatory gaze that enraptures you. Your heartbeat thumps in your chest, and I see you swallow nervously. I take a step towards you. The red 4-inch stilettos are silent because of the loud music. I pause, smirking at you. Daring you. You take a long, deep breath gathering your courage, and take a step forward. My smirk turns to pleasure, and that smile makes your heat quicken even more. As my long, sultry legs take another step forward. You match me, step for step. We meet in the middle of the dance floor. My hands wrap around your neck, pulling you close as I grind up against you, feeling the lump in your pants. “Good boy,” I speak directly into your ear. “Do you want to Dance with Cougar Rhonda?”