Dance the night away

Valery was dancing in her cage like any other night, but she kept catching the same man watching her. Each move drew his eyes closer. She danced only for him now, her body translating what her mouth could not. When the last beat faded she stepped down, bare feet on the cool floor, and pulled him to her. He knelt first, kissing the arches she offered, tasting the heat of her soles before his mouth climbed higher. She took him in her hand, guided him to her lips, and wrapped her mouth around him while the empty club lights pulsed. He rose, spun her, and bent her over the low rail; she braced her palms on the stage edge and felt him press in from behind, skin slapping skin in the sudden quiet. Their rhythm echoed through the empty room, every thrust punctuated by the soft thud of her feet leaving prints on the polished wood. He finished across her soles, and she rubbed the warmth in slow circles until it cooled. Two strangers, no names, just the night spent on the dance floor.