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course, but she was nineteen – or she would be in a couple of months – and she wanted to enjoy herself in all the other ways available to her. Right now, she wanted to dance.
    “It is always memorable with you, Felicia,” Marcello said, his words slightly slurred. “So why should we wait any longer? I want you now, my darling.”
    This wasn’t working. Felicia slipped away from her lover, smiling seductively at him the whole time so that he wouldn’t get huffy.
    “I have an idea,” she said. “Why don’t you sit here and watch me dance for you?”
    “Truly?” Marcello seemed confused, but not entirely against her idea.
    “Yes,” Felicia replied. “I will do my very best to seduce you into dancing with me. But you must stop drinking anything but sparkling water from now on. Agreed?”
    “Yes, yes!” Marcello nodded emphatically. “It will be as you say. I want very much to see you dance for me.”
    Felicia immediately rose and walked the few steps to the edge of the dance floor. This part wasn’t too crowded, and the band was playing something nice and slow. They usually played sets of five songs and had just started their third. After that, they would take a break and the club’s resident DJ would crank up some Euro-techno-stuff with a fast, driving beat. Felicia hoped that Marcello would be in a proper state to take her home before that happened. She was wearing the dress that Marcello had suggested to please him, and she did look incredible in it, but she could not wear a bra with it at all. If she tried to dance to anything fast, her breasts would shake and wobble and there was a real danger that they might slip out.
    She turned to face her lover. He was sitting with his elbows on the table, looking alert and expectant. She smiled slyly at him once and then turned her back to him and began dancing. She let herself drift along with the slow, sensuous beat of the music, raising her arms up over her head and setting her feet well apart in the expensive black pumps she had bought that afternoon. The dress slid away from her legs, baring them to mid thigh as she began to sway her hips slowly from side to side. She only made small movements at first, but gradually they became larger and more sweeping until her upper body began swaying in the opposite direction as her hips. She hoped that it was holding Marcello’s attention, but she still had her back to him. She could see other men watching her, though, as well as some women. It was time to turn around and make it clear to her growing audience that she was doing this for one particular man, and not to attract the attentions of many men. Still, she couldn’t help smiling at the thought that so many other men were finding her desirable. She tried not to think about the women who had been eying her so speculatively.
    Marcello looked utterly entranced. She smiled at him, hoping that she had the right mix of sweetness and sensuality. From his answering smile, she thought that she’d succeeded. Her blonde hair was coiled atop her head in the elegant style the hairdresser had selected for her, and for a moment she thought about undoing it so that those long, loose curls that Marcello found so fascinating would tumble about her shoulders. But it felt warm and humid in the club now, and it would be even more so for her with her hair down, so she left it up, even though she knew how loose hair would enhance how she looked while she danced. She let her arms fall slowly and gracefully to her sides and lowered her head as she swayed to the beat.
    The song ended. Felicia stayed where she was, still moving slightly, still with her head down. She could feel Marcello’s eyes on her, and that was exciting. She could also feel other men’s eyes on her, and that was also exciting. It felt as if she had some mystical power to compel men to watch her. It was intoxicating, to be the object of so much desire. Then the music started up again. She raised her head to look at