This is my entry into the wewrite freewrite contest, by @zeldacroft and @freewritehouse, for week #14. For more information on the contest, have a look at this post:
https://steemit.com/wewrite/https://steemit.com/wewrite/@freewritehouse/we-write-14-at-the-club

This Week's Prompt

At the Club
by @zeldacroft

The club lights flashed and waved to the beating music. They washed the dancefloor in neon colors, in time to the heavy vibrations of the giant speakers. Surprisingly, Toby admired the bright lights, how they illuminated the huge space and modern architecture. Though he found himself nursing a headache at the bar.

Jan from accounting had organized the “bonding time” for the office, saying how it’d bring everyone closer together. Toby had been devoid of any good excuse, so now he was stuck between a beer, clubbers, and Jan, with her volume louder than the pounding speakers.

“And so that’s when I said, ‘Kevin, that’s the wrong variable!’” She snorted in laughter at her own joke. Toby managed a smile. “You see, he made a simple mistake!”

“No, I get it. I think Susan’s around here somewhere, she’d appreciate hearing it too.”

“That’s a good idea, but I can tell her on Monday!”

Toby took another drink. He liked Jan well-enough at work, but tonight was proving a little more difficult.

“That does bring up a good point, though. I haven’t seen many people from the office here." Scanning the room, she asked, "Do you think they're stuck in traffic?”

“Yeah, maybe,” Toby answered, knowing full well it was more a case of empty promises. Still, there was something about the disappointment in her eyes that struck him. “But hey, you got some of us here.”

She gave a small smile and looked around again, this time lingering towards the lights.

“Hey, let’s go dance!”

Before Toby could gently protest, she’d swept him onto the floor, beer and all.

••.•´•.•• My Part Begins Here ••.•´•.••

Jan had to be at least twenty years older than Toby, who is twenty-eight. She took good care of herself though, and was still attractive for an older woman, but Toby felt a bit odd. He thought of that picture she had on her desk that he’d seen many times, that someone had taken of her laughing on a couch, at a company function some time ago. She still looked nearly as good as she did then.

He’d never danced with an older woman before, though, except when his mom showed him some basic dance steps as a kid. On that occasion, he’d needed the impromptu lessons for an unexpected third grade dance party at his elementary school one evening.

He’d had so much fun at that third-grade party, that he took it upon himself to learn more and more dance moves. By the time he was 15 he was so good that he could’ve won dance competitions if he’d wanted, but he kept his incredible dance skills hidden from public view, and when he danced at all, he’d dance like most of the other guys at the high school dances.

When he got older, he would only go to dance at clubs that were at least 30 miles in any direction from his home town, so it would be less likely that he’d run into someone he knew. He wasn’t going to show his stuff here with Jan. This was home and a lot of people knew him, so Jan would dance with the acted-out, “slightly better than beginner” Toby.

Thankfully, he did manage to set his beer down at a table on the way to the dance floor, and as they started moving, Toby started giving Jan his phony, bad dancer act, with some indecisive steps, awkward pauses and mock frustrations, so she wouldn’t really want to continue.

The alcohol had gotten to Jan however, and though she was clearly disappointed with the meager turnout, (or maybe because of it), she decided that she was throwing caution to the wind and just started letting it rip. Toby was surprised at how good she was. While Toby moved awkwardly like a dork, she broke into some sexy West Coast Swing moves.

Toby loved the West Coast Swing, and Jan was good at it. Really good at it. He was beginning to see her as someone completely different from the nerdy, middle-aged woman from accounting he’d barely known the past two years he’d been with the company. He kept trying to deny it in his mind, but he was suddenly finding her surprisingly attractive.

His will to hold back his dancing skills weakened progressively until he couldn’t control himself any longer, and with no will left to stop himself, he broke into the sexiest and best West Coast Swing he’d ever performed. The two were putting on a really hot show at this point.

As the other once-dancers, now onlookers, were charmed and excited by the two professionals’ erotic dance moves, it only got better and better as the two eventually had some of the onlookers feeling they could use a cold shower.

Finally, after what seemed like the most exhausting twenty minutes ever to many of the people there, the music wound down and the DJ gave a shout out to the “hot couple” for their killer dance. The applause was wild. Toby had been so impressed with Jan’s moves that she had now transformed into someone different; someone incredibly sexy and irresistible… not the nerdy “mom-type” character from accounting.

Toby really had developed the hots for Jan by the time they made it back and found an empty table, regardless of the age difference between them. He’d always had a hidden interest in someday trying a “cougar” out anyway. “This is a hot, beautiful and sexy mature woman,” his mind kept telling him, “not the nerdy mom-type you thought you knew.”

He was now uncontrollably and intensely interested in getting something going with Jan, as he had never been this turned on before. Finally, he decided he was going to spell it all out to her… he wanted her. But just as he was about to spill his guts to her, Jan began to speak.

“So, you know what would’ve happened to Kevin if I hadn’t caught that he was using a wrong variable in his equation, right?” she asked, as she once again snorted in laughter, recalling and seeking more laughs for her earlier “joke.”

_{Club Romance © free-reign 2019}

Sources for images used in this post:

_{Crowded Dance Floor: Image by Franz Kreul from Pixabay
Picture of "Jan": Image by Christopher Ross from Pixabay
Children: Image by Robert Jones from Pixabay
Dance Couple: Image by Alexander Belyaev from Pixabay}