*Step.*
The sharp click of high heels cut through the thumping bass like a knife. The front door swung wider, and Lara stepped inside.
The whole hall seemed to pause for a second. Heads turned. Conversations dropped. Even the dancers slowed their moves, eyes pulling toward the entrance.
She was wearing the boldest dress I'd ever seen in this place—and that was saying something. Light blue fabric, silky and thin, hugging every curve like it was painted on. One leg was completely exposed through a high slit that ran all the way up to her hip, showing off the thin black strap of her stocking garter. The top was daring—deep, plunging neckline that barely held her full breasts, the material so sheer and stretched that it left almost nothing to the imagination. Just a whisper of cloth hiding her nipples. Her round ass swayed with every step, pulling eyes like a magnet.
She looked up—straight at me.
